Mirakee
The list
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1. Sometimes, a broken pencil and a broken heart hurts just the same.
2. Always look up, the skies never form the same pattern twice.
3. Even if you can’t keep a diary, keep a colouring book and crayons.
4. Every morning, write the thought that kept you awake the previous night. Occasionally, read it. You are the cutest.
5. A friend is all you ever need.
6. We all have terrifyingly common insecurities.
7. Smile is the colour of happiness; and sometimes it comes with pain.
8. If mind was all so great, heart wouldn’t have evolutionarily conserved function of emotions and thinking.
9. Planning on an impossible vacation with your tribe; Letting wild your desires even if the world hasn’t such a design will keep you alive and happy.
10. There are as many good people in this world as bad ones.
11. When you are doing something unproductive, enjoy it. Because, that will be the only reason you won’t regret productivity.
12. Don’t round off things for beauty.
13. The world needs love more than lessons.
14. You get stronger by fighting someone else’s battle. But you can’t win, if you won’t stop.
15. Pressed leaves hold memories heavier than pressed petals.
16. When it rains, it’s neither wholly sad nor wholly happy. Unless you’re broken, then you get clean.
17. Thoughts don’t leave when you stop thinking. But they get faint and someday you won’t hear them anymore.
18. Properties don’t change until broken to nanosize. Beyond that, gold is red in colour and magic happens.
19. There isn’t much time.
20. There is always a choice.
-Krishnega
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krishnega
2w
Read More@fireblast_
Here are the twenty things. I really can’t say I learnt them the hard way. .
#20thingsilearnedthehardway -
krishnega
2w
You are a poetry so much in pain. It’s like another page of happiness and splash of dawn, won’t change the words of woe written and dried over nights.
-Krish -
krishnega
2w
The rain reminds me
of how far away I am
from home, from you.
-Krish
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krishnega
3w
She loved flowers;
their battles were as fierce
and as gentle as hers.
-Krish -
krishnega
3w
Here lies plethora of metaphors, like the stars.
And my true feelings lay like darkness.
an abyss all the stars can’t fill;
-Krish -
krishnega
4w
You’re that eloquent sesquipedalian word I practiced hard but ended up speaking every day.
-Krish -
krishnega
4w
We believe in different things.
But, we believe. And in there lies meaning to life and moments.
-Krish -
krishnega
4w
Our skin keeps the light away. Our hearts were always meant to love from the dark.
-Krish -
krishnega
4w
Life is a long story,
and it’s a busy world.
-Krish -
You are a sapling
tiding through the storm
that blew away the roofs
and broke the trees.
-Krish
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Hope
is that piece of blue sky that you
fold into a handkerchief sized square
to take out and look at whenever you
feel like you're becoming
rain.
©artemiswrites -
kairos_
7w
Read MoreAnd if suddenly and unexpectedly
you find yourself unworthy,
walk down forgotten streets
let your cold hands
remain in empty pockets
that still filled with warmth,
maybe you could manage a smile.
Search your back pockets,
while you're at it
a crumpled note like a memory,
lying in wait, behind your wallet
a kid wanting to buy the world
a teenage love eyeing a gift
a dream, all lived,
maybe you could spend that money,
this once.
Perhaps, what you had
once treasured
felt like a sack of
pebbles pulling you down
you've let many things fall through
the holes you made in them
maybe you could store something
of value, now.
And maybe you'd find yourself again,
in those pockets.
- T.S.
Picture credits - MePickpocket.
"Torn pockets,
torn thoughts,
none stayed."
©kairos_ -
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vessel_poetry
38w
Someone asked me,
Today.
How to know a good
Poem.
In my experience,
A poem that's any good.
Makes you feel like
It knows you.
VESSEL -
ericwk
31w
Read More'Always Us'
Crickets calm
Moonlit garden
Within between
Shadows oblique
Barefoot walk
Cobblestone path
Steps pause
Hands clasp
Warmths surround
Breeze wisps
Together alive
Hearts bounce
Curls dazzle
Lavender aroma
Kisses lavish
Blossoms blush
Gossamer dew
Breaths extend
Melody hummed
Whispering hope
Wine tabled
Memories lend
Fingers glide
Passion resides
Nature flows
Flora profound
Time endows
Feelings deep
Tender kiss
Pulses blend
Always Us.
©ericwk ~ an EWK Poe'em
••• (Original photo from Pixabay. Image effects by me.)Always Us
©ericwk
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theboywiththespecs
33w
Read MoreWhen I was a little boy, I wasn't afraid of monsters. In fact, I believed I had a small, blind, blob-like monster lurking under my bed, waiting to devour me. This idea helped me through many nights, because knowing where the fear is helps us fight right. However, I was afraid of people who'd say they'd stay, but then leave in the middle of the nights. They are the real monsters. The leaving kind. They come. They love. They hurt. They leave. It doesn't matter who we were before their arrival, and what we do after we lock our doors once they are gone.
We are but victims of love, who survived. Love can do that, it'll give us swords in our hands, put armors on our bodies, but it'll make us lose our battles to rosemallows and raindrops. It is monstrous, but also charming, and beautiful. It will make us sacrifice our nights, it will make our armpits smell better, and it will make us to look up for a deluxe restaurant with amazing reviews.
I have seen myself loving people to the point where I have exhausted love in me; that is not a good thing. Love shouldn't exhaust us. Neither should it make us exhaust ourselves. Period. But, when it does, it is on us to get ourselves back to where we want to be, to recharge love in us back to full.
The past two years have been that journey for me. I was healing. I still am. Unlike many things, healing is not a stage in a process. It is the process. Taking a long hot shower, sleeping on the floor to get yourself grounded, and hiding under your covers so the darkness won't notice your tears are the stages we crossed to heal. I have done them all, and I am finding ways to put myself back on that track which will heal and lead me home. Because, I am lost. I've always felt lost: in my body; in my mind; in my words. And, there is no one but me who can find me. Writing is that way for me of going back without getting lost, and healing without acknowledging the cold fact that I am sore and hurt.
Maybe, you are lost, too, or maybe, you know someone who is lost. But, we are not different. Love, like summer, is same for all. You don't feel the hot any different than I do, if we both choose to stand naked under the sun.
So, it is only human to let people heal at their pace, and to let people find themselves back, in their choices, however silly it may seem. I chose The Love Monster way; it is my book.
I only see people write about love, like it is a magical thing. Although, it is in some places, it is brutal and animal in some, and chaotic and complexly confusing in the rest. So, why just decorate love? Why not write love in its naked, animal, and rawest form? Whatever that maybe?
I took inspiration from every person I loved, everything I loved, and every memory I could find marked as love to chronicle The Love Monster. I use the term chronicle in its loosest meaning, but you'll get me.
It was an emotional rollercoaster ride for me, the writing, and I hope reading this book would give you the same feeling. The book has come out beautifully, in some pages, and amusingly dark in some, but everything you read will jump out at you and pull you into the shoes I wrote it with. Believe me, it will test your emotions. In a good way. Um, I hope.
I published the book as an ebook, for now, and it is only available on Kindle Store, but I hope I'll publish a paperback, soon. You can grab a copy with the link on my profile, or visit Kindle Store, and look up for "The Love Monster by Nandha Kriskar". Thank you, and I hope I sold you on my pitch. Ha ha, until then..
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You are tired of dealing with the devil, and I wonder if it's a bad time to remind you we are atheists.
And you laugh like you did that afternoon in 1984 and say, "Just 'cause we are atheists darling, don't mean we can't have faith."
- Avitaj -
ade___
42w
Read MoreNo captions. No tags. Take it or leave it. And yes. I do this on hopes of getting likes and reposts coz it's hard for real imagining people these days. Hard days for real artists- seeing as how most tend to get a lil corrupted. I want recognition but I don't need it really.
Hey. See what I did there? I began with "No captions". Tch tch. Lmao. Such a hypocrite smh. :')This is a weird hate speech with a Happy Independence Day message.
I haven't gotten a single Happy Independence Day today. None from my classmates or friends. And I tell you, when I see deep into the future... I don't see celebrations at all. I see stains, corruptions, showpieces hollow and maybe scores of fb reacts and insta likes. I see protest movements- people accusing the non-participants as privileged asses. Asking people to take a stand and then cursing, rending their respect when they take a wrong one. It's people tearing each other apart. You know why I hate your "politics"?
I'll give you an answer.
It's because you go for cleanliness drives as easily as you throw off that burnt cigarette or chips packet on the roadside. Because you talk big, fancy words about Freud, Marx, that whole list of rad philosophers, while drunk- and leave that empty bottle of whisky just there on the corner. You go to feminist seminars and women's rights meetings as easily as you gawk at the boobs of the next cute girl. You talk about rights and moral good but you're either in a loud march of rotten souls or tapping at an electric screen. You address most of your rants to your enemies or "comrades" while you be all cutesy "UwU" with your loved ones. Don't make me laugh. Think about it. How many people do you honestly, surely think you've helped or brought joy to? How many real friends do you have that will call out your bullshit on your damn face and still be friends with you to change your perspective. Human beings are a suggestive species. A bad atmosphere sways them to radioactive toxic. While a good one sways them to be actually good people. But is it worth it? You can't magically treat radioactive waste. You have to escape, evacuate and only time will, if generous heal its toxicity. Do we have that much time? Is there any other way?
I know I'm not one to talk of righteousness. I'm not. As a man, I too, consciously or unconsciously, anchor my eyes to the figure of a cute girl passing by. Almost immediately though, I feel it in my veins- my hypocrisy. I know I'm going against what I preach and belief and my take my eyes off. Say to myself "It's ok. Next time I'll try not to care how big her boobs or asses are." Though I could care less about humans coz honestly all your problems and rights can go down the drain coz that's where all your "morality" goes and poisons oceans and rivers. I'd rather save a plant than all of you fucks. So yeah. I don't care about injustices. I don't like them certainly but I'm not a hypocrite enough to raise my voice in protest or change my fucking dp for people who may not even have a phone connection. Your protests propaganda is bullshit. Nah. Nope. Bullshit is organic. Y'all just fake (read: fuck)
You know. I will say Happy Independence Day. Coz even within all this plastic garbage, I found real valuable people who are different. Awesome. And I'm happy to say they have freed me just as I hope to have freed them. Even a bit. People who don't need to be told the right thing. People who've had hardships but have been brought up well and somewhat pure. They are not completely righteous by nature and they do follow the crowd sometimes. But you know. They know what they are doing. They have a sense of balance to them. People who actually listen. And I know there are many such people. Whom nobody knows about. Only a few talk to. Weird people. So thank you. And Happy Independence Day. Every day.
©a_de__ -
ericwk
39w
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'King for a Day'
King for a Day.
All the Pawns would play.
Shape and stature,
White or black lacquer?
What does it matter,
if you strut so dapper?
Take this moment by the horns
Wearing that crown of gilded thorns.
Slide along this board of squares,
Woven hues of contrasted colors so paired.
Should you dare take the Queen from her lair?
Perhaps one of us shall become the next heir!
Flaunting out our fantasies as us with blunt-faced heads.
Consider our each move, watch out to where you tread.
Others are watching and anticipate,
The big hand comes down to orchestrate.
Play out this parade,
as such is our charade,
make a move and act with haste.
As any Chessman knows,
from mere Pawns to the noble Knights.
We can't stay too long; never in the same place.
When the voice from above shouts out loud;
it's over and out right then,
back to the box once again,
when you hear the final shout, "Checkmate".
©ericwk ~ an EWK Poe'em (Photo from Pixabay)
• Revised & improved verse from original draft of 2016King for a Day
©ericwk
