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  • mariyamsara 3w

    Wings

    Looking up the vast sky
    With the brightest of stars decorating
    And the moon guarding them all
    She disposes her secrets
    Secrets of agony and Wounds
    Tears she drops, one by one
    Onto the ground it falls
    And a hiss it leaves
    A slumber she craved, to be at peace
    Yet, so unlucky she was,
    For instead she got more tears
    Cuddled up beneath the blankets of moonlight
    She closes her eyes, dreaming of better days

    Looking up at the vast sky
    With the brightest of stars decorating
    And the moon guarding them all
    She disposes her secrets
    Secrets of agony and wounds
    A wish she makes upon the falling star
    To give her peace, to give wings
    And suddenly a cloud of sparkling dust surrounded her
    Like the stars itself burst upon her
    A flap of wings She heard,
    Feet lifting off the ground She felt
    She lifted herself up towards the clouds
    Thus, she realised she got herself wings.

    ©mariyamsara

    #blue_alterends #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #ceesreposts @writersnetwork @mirakee @silkreads @bluepuppy01

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    WINGS

  • mariyamsara 3w

    My anthem

    Yes, I define imperfection
    Grew up to be a defect
    Fingertips right under my nose
    Looking right through me
    Teasing and mocking my being
    Calling me unhealthy,
    Reminding my frail soul
    Of how different it is
    For surviving, to be alive
    To look healthy while being unhealthy
    Oh how much mocking I took
    And oh how strong it made me
    Battling my way through the war zone
    Sword Drenched with the darkest of blood
    Armor almost breaking down
    I fight, fight the words,
    Mute the loud mocking laughs
    I fight, fight myself
    To let it sprout, to let it prosper
    Took time yet I reached the destination
    A beautiful garden,
    Filled with bloomed flowers
    And there I was, standing strong
    Amongst the cluster
    As the most enchanting rose
    For I love myself, more than you do.

    ©mariyamsara

    #cees_anthem_chall #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #ceesreposts @writersnetwork @mirakee @silkreads @carolyns_challenges

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    MY ANTHEM

  • mariyamsara 3w

    A perpetual ocean of tears hidden beneath the closed lids, waiting to break free.

    ©mariyamsara

  • mariyamsara 3w

    Perhaps

    Perhaps it was just all in my head
    The fantasies, the dreams
    Perhaps it was all my fault
    To trust you with my entire being
    Perhaps I expected too much
    For I dreamt of the most colorful future
    Perhaps it was not meant to be
    To be so happy and dancing on the clouds
    Perhaps it was just me
    Sacrificing for the love we shared
    Or perhaps we never loved
    A mere attraction it could be
    Perhaps when I find the solutions
    I could be free.

    ©mariyamsara

    #perhapsc #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #ceesreposts @writersnetwork @mirakee @writersbay @silkreads

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    PERHAPS

  • mariyamsara 3w

    Amaranth

    Like the rose, holding the dainty petals
    With lips speaking of the intense tales
    Eyes hiding a million unspoken dreams
    With a void no one dared to question
    Frail bony fingers imprinting words of brokenness
    Yet could win her demons all by herself
    Weakened knees buckling under the disguise
    But striding down the battlefield with all the power
    Out of breath, chest aching and drying
    Yet not a hair out of place, still standing straight
    She, the rose with softest of petals
    And the sharpest of thorns.

    ©mariyamsara

    So the definition I came up with is basically being powerful while at the same time one could be weak, because the colour is described as "reddish-rose" so like the red representing the power and rose representing the softness. Hope I did some good in writing this piece!

    #blue_colortranslate #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #ceesreposts @writersnetwork @mirakee @silkreads @bluepuppy01

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    Amaranth - represents how bold and powerful one can be, while at the same time could be weak.

  • mariyamsara 3w

    Lost in the woods

    Walking down the empty trail
    Surrounded the gigantic trees
    The melodic hum of the leaves
    The joyful chirp of the birds singing
    Endless miles of green I see
    Nothing but the sweet petrichor
    Butterflies flapping around me
    A Gleeful laugh I gave
    Squirrels watching me
    A shy glance I gave
    The sun peeking from above
    Right through the leaves
    Drawing unimaginable patterns on me
    I close my eyes, loving the feel of wind
    Teasing my hair
    But a sudden interruption,
    A snout, a sniff, a sloppy Lick
    Peeking through the lids
    A massive midnight dog I see,
    Eyes holding the purest of blues
    Furs like the darkest of the night
    Another lick, another sniff
    I let a smile take over me
    Running my hand through his maze of furs
    I let myself give into sleep
    Letting my eyes droop
    Wanting the ever wanted break
    Right beside the enormous dog
    Cuddled against his furs
    The coldest of nights passed.

    ©mariyamsara

    #blue_pov #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #ceesreposts @writersnetwork @mirakee @silkreads @bluepuppy01

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    LOST IN THE WOODS

  • mariyamsara 3w

    Time's my hand go numb

    Time's when the heart is broken
    And streams of tears rush past the eyes
    Time's when the sun Peeks above the horizon
    Blush pink, Purples and reds blinding me
    Time's when the sun takes his leave
    Leaving the cotton candy, amber skies
    Time's when the rainbows appear
    And give Gleams of colours to the darkened eyes
    Time's when the heaviest of clouds sails in the sky
    Spraying the dainty mizzle onto me
    Time's when the moon glows the brightest
    And nothing but moonlight to shine on pages
    Time's when the stars design a masterpiece
    Few Sparkles to mirror my eyes
    Time's when the wind pushes my thoughts
    And unable to weigh down the frail pages
    Time's when I sit alone, on the green grass, or the roof
    With million memories running ahead
    Time's my hands go numb
    Time's of pure bliss.

    ©mariyamsara

    #mizzlec #blue_create #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #ceesreposts @writersnetwork @mirakee @writersbay @silkreads @bluepuppy01

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    TIME'S MY HAND GOES NUMB

  • mariyamsara 3w

    The fabrication of tears on arid pages, delineating questions that are yet to be answered.

    ©mariyamsara

  • mariyamsara 3w

    She is now a warrior

    She knew it was a nightmare
    To not feel his finger in between hers
    To not feel his breath right above her ear
    To not hear his heartbeat right on her forehead
    She knew, knew it was a nightmare

    How dare he escape her grasp
    Soar through the skies leaving her behind
    Count the stars all alone at night
    Get wet under the glorious rain, abandoning her
    How dare he, to not be there for her!

    Perhaps, it was all her fault her heart Whispered
    If only she could've held on tighter
    If only she could give him more love
    If only she could drain herself for him
    If only, the if only's never existed

    She looks in the mirror, a corpse looking back,
    Sunken eyes, broken heart
    A frail body of ashened skin
    No more sparkling eyes, no more glowing skin
    No, it's no more, it's just tears and pain

    Perhaps it was never meant to be,
    To have him by her side, to love him more each day
    Perhaps it was a trail, a trail to become stronger
    To carry a heart of granite,
    For she is now a warrior.

    ©mariyamsara

    #blue_grief #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #ceesreposts @writersnetwork @mirakee @silkreads @bluepuppy01

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    SHE IS NOW A WARRIOR

  • mariyamsara 3w

    Hollow

    Walking through the memories
    Listening to the songs,
    Lips been quivering
    For far too long
    Tears been streaming
    For hours and longer
    The rain has been pelting
    Washing and scrubbing the grief down
    Looking ahead at the endless miles
    Trying to reach the safe place
    Fighting the demons around
    Dancing to the deafened tune
    Right on top of the tombstone
    Familiar names looking too familiar
    Falling right on the mud
    Coating myself brown
    Reaching for the brimming vessels
    Yet hearing only hollow rumbles
    Carrying nothing but an endless void.

    ©mariyamsara

    #hollow #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #ceesreposts @writersnetwork @mirakee @silkreads

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