may_from_beyblade

It's better to be hated for what you are Rather than being loved for what you're not

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  • may_from_beyblade 2d

    @mirakee,@writersnetwork
    #lame#headline#temp

    Idk if it makes sense...just wrote what came into my mind��

    Rehtoric (here) means loud and empty talk.

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    Newspaper Headline

    Implementation of actions against unjust is not rhetoric anymore!!

    ©may_from_beyblade

  • may_from_beyblade 1w

    @mirakee,@writersnetwork,@writersbay
    #Lfsfc#writersbay#may1_week_of_letters�� all letters of the challenge will be here.
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    Correct me if I'm wrong somewhere...wrote this in a hurry��

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    Letter from the last snowfall

    To: ongoing spring and forthcoming summer,

    Melting away into droplets of water,
    I give rise to the blooming flowers.
    The once bare trees are now,
    Filled with new, bright and healthy leaves.
    Putting away the thick blankets of fur,
    People are roaming around the world;
    Blessing their eyes with,
    The mesmerizing beauty of spring.
    Beaches are now gonna be full,
    New variety of food will come.
    Hopefully people will spend their time,
    Making new memories,
    With their family and friends in summer.

    It's been quite some time since I wrote a letter to any of you. The snowmen have vapourised due the rising heat, so I'm thinking; by which means should I send this letter to you? I think I'll send you this through a sunflower.
    I hope you two have a wonderful time in making people happy.
    Wishing you all the best.

    From: the last snowfall of winter.

    ©may_from_beyblade

  • may_from_beyblade 1w

    @mirakee,@writersnetwork,@writersbay
    #lame#Ltselfc#writersbay#may1_week_of_letters�� all letters of the challenge will be here.
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    Got longer than intended��

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    Letter to my unknown side

    Dear negativity,
    Hiding behind my facade of positivity again, aren't you?
    Like the dark clouds in the azure sky you stay inconsistent.
    Why do you have to come at such unpredictable hours?
    At midnight you come, bringing the haunting past and uncertainity of bright future. In the early morning you come, taking the form of a nightmare, carrying the news I would never want to hear.
    Are you scared? Scared of the opinions people will have about you?

    I know you are considered equivalent to a bad omen. But that doesn't mean you have to shy away everytime you see humans. I get exhausted, trying to assure my dear ones that you are not here when you most certainly are.

    Just to let you know, I'm not ashamed of you; never will be because you are what makes me 'me'. You are an unique side of mine, the side which people don't appreciate at first glance. But I'm sure, someday, there will be the ones; with mutual feelings of caring between us; they will love me, embrace me inspite of you and help me placate you effectively. You're a part of me, sure, but I won't ever let you overpower me.

    Let's wait patiently until you become an extinct volcano of my personality, for it is said "All good things come to those who wait."

    From: Me, who will placate you.

    ©may_from_beyblade

  • may_from_beyblade 1w

    #ARMY_ROOM#First_Anniversary#BTS#ARMY#lame
    I don't think this is the right pic (edited it myself in chrome)����
    I guess I went completely off-topic...
    Anyway, I tried...hope you like it.
    Correct me if there's some mistake in the poem.
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    Suave (spanish): soft
    Serendipity is the song being played on the piano here.
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    The walls are dyed in a suave purple hue,
    Tranquility envelopes my mind like a fog;
    Only letting the melodic notes of 'serendipity',
    Penetrate it; intoxicating my senses.
    The childish picture in front of me,
    Is the motivation for me to better my skills.
    If anything gives me anxiety, it's the fact,
    That there are many good books,
    I still haven't read.
    Shutting out every unpleasant thought,
    I temporarily forget about my problems,
    And let myself dissolve,
    Into the serenity of my room.
    The shield of fantasy I've created,
    Is made up of cards; it'll break soon.
    Yet a bit of hope lingers,
    Deep down in my heart and mind,
    That the reality won't be the same;
    When I return; my problems will be solved,
    Everything would be jovial and merry;
    That's such a wishful thinking.
    ~May

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    Everything would be jovial and merry;
    That's such a wishful thinking

    ©may_from_beyblade

  • may_from_beyblade 1w

    @mirakee,@writersnetwork,@writersbay
    #humanity#writersbay#Ltnothumansc#may1_week_of_letters�� all letters of the challenge will be here.
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    The scarcity of humanity makes it even more special.

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    Letter to humanity

    Dear humanity,
    The plant of memories stays afresh,
    If you water it with remembrance,
    Ever so often.
    Locked away in this chamber of hell,
    My soul defiled by your filthy lies;
    I'm tangled in the horrible scenarios
    That you created.
    Voice muffled by the torn cloth I wear,
    I scream like no one can hear.
    In an ocean a whale stays alone,
    While I'm left alone in this sea of people.
    Most are ignorant, some understand;
    Yet no one gives me their hand.
    Where did humanity go?
    Was it never there to begin with?
    Or its meaning has changed like the time?

    I wonder if you got lost, travelling through the centuries or you just got faded away. The quality of being benevolent; isn't that what you mean? There was once a time when most of the people were humane; compassionate towards complete strangers. You are not extinct, but I don't see you often nowadays. I wish those times would come back, when you were something common between us.

    From: someone who misses you dearly.

    ©may_from_beyblade

  • may_from_beyblade 1w

    @mirakee,@writersnetwork,@writersbay
    #writersbay#Ltcmc#lame#may1_week_of_letters�� all letters of the challenge will be here.

    It's more like my experiences here...wrote in a hurry.
    This is quite lame��

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    Letter to the creators of mirakee

    Dear mirakee creators,
    A simple letter for a wonderful app. Becoming a part of this committee was something I never thought of. I wasn't at all interested in putting my writings up anywhere because I thought they were quite lame; and to be honest they were. But when I came to know about mirakee, I thought of giving it a try and now I'm glad I did.
    Joining this platform helped me enhance my writing skills, also introduced me to various distinct topics. I was unaware of the fact that you could make friends here, for about a year.
    Few months ago I did make friends and aquaintances here; something really unexpected. It made me realise that there are still kind and good people, scattered around the world, and now I also feel connected.
    There are glitches and spammers here, still this app is one of the best I've ever used.
    Thanks a lot for creating an app as amazing as mirakee.
    Yours, a regular user

    ©may_from_beyblade

  • may_from_beyblade 1w

    @mirakee,@writersnetwork,@writersbay
    #lame#spring#winter#writersbay#Ltseasonc#may1_week_of_letters�� all letters of the challenge will be here.

    Hope it makes sense...wrote it in a hurry��

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    A letter to a season from a season

    Dear magnifique spring,
    A season in which everyone is filled with joy, My mind remembers your name.
    After me you come, decorating the ground
    On which frost melted,
    With beautiful, fragnant, blooming flowers.
    You adorn the empty branches
    Of the sturdy trees, with lush green leaves. Butterflies dance in glee,
    Bees buzz with delight,
    Birds fly high in the azure sky,
    As the breeze carries the sweet smell of
    Grasses and florets; stimulating serenity in People living beyond the open windows,
    Of their houses.
    Once again, I see you approaching,
    As I slowly say goodbye to various creatures.

    I am telling you this, because I heard you crying, saying times have changed; people don't rejoice on your return as they used to, they have stopped appreciating you.
    Do not worry my dear friend, if it requires for me to knock some sense into them through a frigid gale, I will.
    Sending this letter to you through a sparrow, hope it gets delivered. Will write to you again till then, adios.

    Yours, bittersweet winter.

    ©may_from_beyblade

  • may_from_beyblade 1w

    @mirakee,@writersnetwork,@writersbay
    #lame#writersbay#Ltmusec#may1_week_of_letters�� all the letters of the challenge will be here.
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    Hope it makes sense...��

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    Letter to my muse

    To: my inconsistent muses,

    An artist's muse seldom stays consistent,
    They take ideas from various objects.
    Animate or inanimate; doesn't matter,
    Every entity has its unique features.
    I pick my pen up to scribble
    The disoriented thoughts of mine,
    Into verses of poetry
    And paragraphs of stories.
    Pondering over what to write?
    About how the night comforts me
    Or how the darkness
    Envelopes me into its embrace,
    Like a mother does
    To shush her crying little one?
    The flourishing trees
    In the scorching summer heat,
    The sweet chirping birds
    In the windy autumn,
    The blooming fleurettes
    Of the pleasant spring,
    And the withering nature
    In the bittersweet winter,
    Don't they ignite notions to write?
    One cannot have a particular muse,
    When even the most seemingly useless stuff,
    Help us overcome our writersblock.
    To my inconsistent muses;
    I'm grateful that you remain constant,
    In the rollercoaster of my life.
    Help me manifest my emotions
    And embody my thoughts;
    Mellow characteristics you have,
    Will you inspire me forever?

    From: May

    ©may_from_beyblade

  • may_from_beyblade 2w

    @mirakee,@writersnetwork,@writersbay
    #lame#Ltstrangerc#mondo#wod#writersbay#may1_week_of_letters �� all the letters of the challenge will be here.
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    I merged two prompts..��

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    Letter to a stranger

    To: the weeping stranger,
    The way I address you here is not very appealing, but that's the only name I can come up with for you.

    On this lone winter evening, I was taking a stroll through the empty park; enjoying the chilly, skin-biting zephyr caressing my face. The fluffy clouds in the sky were crying snowflake tears, on which I treaded carefully; making my way towards you when my eyes caught your state.

    Leant against a tree, a bag clutched closely to your chest, you were unleashing all the pent up feelings and pain. I heard your whimpers and cries standing close to you, yet I couldn't bring myself to do anything to help you.
    I stood frozen; like the tears on your cheeks when they stopped flowing. Putting my jacket around you, I went away.

    At midnight I'm writing you this letter, hoping it would make your situation a tad bit benign. Let me tell you something, you were not the only starnger I saw crying today.
    I gazed at myself in the mirror, after I sobbed my heart out. All I saw was a stranger staring back at me. I was so caught up in chasing after people and dreams, that I didn't realise when I lost myself in the tangled mess. I hope you don't become like me.

    /What are tears? The manifestation of emotions we can't express through words./

    From: A stranger who gets your state.

    ©may_from_beyblade

  • may_from_beyblade 2w

    @rage_infine,@inside_you18,@thelunareclipse,@taekook_maknae,@chinu27

    Can you guys give me a review on this please?

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    Illusion (a preview)

    She was definitely panicking now. Her hands had gotten clammy, eyes misty and a sense of doom engulfed her. Mother would be so disappointed; she had been teaching this for several days now. Until now, Vartika was certain that she had mastered the skill but her resolutely shut lunch box stated otherwise. She had finally decided to give up and ask her teacher for help. What an utter failure; she was angry with herself.

    "Is it too tight?" She heard his voice behind her. He was leaning forward in his chair, looking expectantly at her. He was the boy who had pointed out that she had soiled her socks in the morning assembly. And then her classmates had laughed. She couldn't remember his name but she knew she didn't like him. And now, he had gotten a chance to make fun of her again. It didn't matter.She would call the teacher for help and her classmates would collectively tut; him included. However, she nodded. Perhaps, this day was designed for humiliation.

    "I can help'' he piped again; his eyes round, like saucers of innocence and held his palm out. Vartika really wanted to shoo him away but what if he was telling the truth? She would be saved from certain embarrassment and the teacher's lengthy instructions. She passed him the box. He wiped off the excessive moisture on the lid with a napkin and set to work. After a couple of tugs the lid came off and voila! 

    "Wow! You've got a chocolate too". Vartika snatched away her tiffin with a mumbled 'thank you' before the greedy boy got too tempted. His face fell while he mumbled something too and sank back in his chair. Vartika finished her lunch in record time but couldn't bring herself to eat the chocolate. She was still angry with herself for being nervous and stupid. And stupid children don't deserve chocolates. She turned back to find the 'greedy' boy swiftly turn away his eyes to the other side. Yes, he deserved it.

    "Do you want it?" Vartika held the shiny wrapper in front of him. He gave it a brief look and mumbled a no.

    "Take it."
    "Why don't you eat it? It's yours, anyway" He had turned his head to look at her.
    " I don't feel like eating it now. So you can have it." Vartika stated; tightening her grip on the chocolate.
     
    He grinned. Her chocolate was gone but she held back her tears. If she only knew that she had earned a friend instead, a four year old Vartika wouldn't have felt so miserable.

    ©may_from_beyblade