Mirakee
I'm you
Honey,I love you,
I love your scars and your stitches,
your beautifully embroidered marks on your thighs,
and the twerp you are at all times,
darling,I love how your joints give up suddenly and make you fall down so elegantly.
I love how you fight with your bodyaches and stand strong every single day..
I love that your nose plays different music every single night,
its tiredsome but 'damn sinusitis' we both know, it won't help.
I love how you can endure migraine as if you're a wonder lady,
deary,I love it when your hair tangled every morning.
and how you have the patience to grow it long.
But all the more dear,
I love how you treat your body better when you learn that it deserves love..
Darling I love you,at all times,
For I'm You,and I love me..
©ngaipibulte
ngaipibulte
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ngaipibulte
4d
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Tell me the secret about love,
Tell me how to be in love and not get hurt,
tell me how to grow it strong,
and tell me how to stay in love..
Well,love is a stupid thing,
it digs you out and rip your broken pieces again.
Yet still its beautiful without explanation,
there's no answers to make it lasting,
there's no secret to grow it strong..
It'll hurt you one way or the other,
but it'll comfort you one day again..
So let it flow,just go on..
They'll leave,if they're meant to leave,
and stay if they're bound to be with you... -
ngaipibulte
12w
Five weird things that I like
1.dry leaves
2.the smell of books
3.biting nails
4.tearing up papers
5.dressing up only at home
©ngaipibulte -
ngaipibulte
12w
A quote I try to live by
Winners never quit and
Quitters never win.
~Vince Lombardi
©ngaipibulte -
ngaipibulte
12w
Something I am currently worrying about
I currently worry about the world,how plans changes in a blink of an eye,
and when can I ever meet my loved ones so far away..
©ngaipibulte -
ngaipibulte
13w
Something I miss
I miss the scent of my grandpa,his touch,his prayers,sweet smiles and the joy of being with him..
I really miss him,I miss him so much.
©ngaipibulte -
ngaipibulte
13w
I hope my future-
I hope my future will make me fully understand the 'Why's' of today..
I hope I become a better version of myself.
I hope I make my parents proud.
I hope I'll work out my commitments.
©ngaipibulte -
ngaipibulte
13w
My Fears
I have so many fears-
fear of thunder and lighting,
fear of unable to sleep at night,
fear of being shout at,
fear of not being enough,
fear of not being loved,
and fear of being left alone..
But all my fears are gone,
after I accept Jesus christ,
For he has called me by name,
and I'm a beloved child of his
©ngaipibulte -
ngaipibulte
13w
Five items I lust after
1.Books
2.Black pen
3.Journals
4.knitting needles and yarn
5.perfume
©ngaipibulte -
ngaipibulte
14w
My family
We are many in number but its lonely when one left home,
we have our own flaws but we correct one another,
though sometimes,correction with no affection.
We shout at each other one minute and laugh together the next minute,
we seldom share our problems to each other but everyone can feel it when something's wrong,
we pray together and eat on the same table,
my family is not extraordinary,its not special,
we acted up against each other many times but we can't leave each other,
that's what makes up my family,
©ngaipibulte
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l_minlun_haokip
22w
No Makeup Is The Best Makeup
The novel tone of your skin is yours alone,
Why would you change it to artificial clone?
The shade of your lips is your facial accolade,
You don't invite avid commercials on it trade.
The rings of your ears are perfect without earrings.
The designs that you hang, do not aid your hearings.
The brows of your eyes are what God endows,
Changing it to other's, His anger you can arouse.
The tincture of your hair is properly structured,
You don't add more textures for eyes be captured.
Your attractiveness should be your uniqueness;
Your cuteness should be completely blameless.
A real man wouldn't be changed by the costly cosmetic,
For that fake look is more pricy than being alcoholic.
Beauty lies not on the power of your makeup,
But on the ground of what character you develop.
©l_minlun_haokip -
krishnan_guru
25w
Guilty Pleasure
Hunting a shadow unkown,
Getting a pleasure as a thorn.
Who must not be named,
Find its own way to reclaim.
Penitence is the reward,
For it digs down onward,
Every corner it forward,
Pleasing all the cowards.
Drowning life is the result
Since you know who is in hunt.
Yet it must have a remedy
To stop hunting the shadow of memory.
©krishnan_guru -
l_minlun_haokip
25w
My guilty pleasure- Sleeping
There's nothing in this world sweeter than sleeping,
It's sweet to sleep at night, but sweeter in the morning;
It's sweetest when I got lots to do, then starts showering.
The patter of rain sounds lullaby and keeps me dreaming.
I don't need to take vodka to get the buzz,
I only need a neat bed and I then off to doze.
I don't need to keep alarm clock only to snooze;
Then come episodes of dream, my body froze.
A sweet slumber is like a strong spell magic,
I'm willing to wake up yet dreams too dramatic.
The dream in my dream dreams, it's fantastic!
But I need to wake up lest my life be in tragic.
I have a long path to tread upon I have to wake-up,
Though the dreams may be sweet I have to break-up.
Sleep is to rest, for pleasure it shouldn't hook me up.
I have to rise up for awaits me there coffee in a cup.
©l_minlun_haokip -
l_minlun_haokip
25w
Hope
'It will be better tomorrow,' granny used to say,
'Whence comes tomorrow?' asked I in dismay.
'It's just a word to evade sorrow, it is not a day,
'Be like a young sparrow, move on, don't stay.'
'It will be better tomorrow,' I to myself say;
Rubbing my elbow, daring comes what may,
Sitting under a willow, gazing at the bay
I envision a rainbow, colors my life portray.
I like the color yellow, from it comes the ray
Of hopes like an arrow, and vanquished my gray.
All your burdens throw, down your hardships lay.
'It will be better tomorrow,' oft in my mind stay.
©l_minlun_haokip -
krishnan_guru
25w
HOPE
One night there's heavy rainfall
It's a night of pitch dark
With many hope I laid down
And the hope frequently twinkle
With curiosity I switched off the star
Complete darkness, the sound of rain overtake.
I wonder who play the tricks!
Under the pillow I entrust my hand
In return a hope of candle is what I grasp
Where the darkness and dimness shine
Then, I lighted the candle of flame.
A twist from rain drops snatched the gleam,
Erasing the glow of hope that sparkle.
Again, I wonder who play the tricks!
There goes the torch, "my final hope"
A man made for his dream
The torch give all the dream that I wish
Woeful! In a moment it was gone.
Alas! a wish that depends on a dream
Vanished in a shadow of imagination.
And Again I wonder who play the tricks!
This terrifying night taught me not to give up!
When darkness conquered I'll keep looking for the Hope.
The Hope inside a heart in a flame that burns Eternity
For a man who has an empty heart,
Lock up in a dark and rainy night.
Has no one to hold a gleam of light,
Still remains, "I wonder who play the tricks!"
©krishnan_guru -
l_minlun_haokip
25w
A Person Who Changed My Life
Would there be someone perfect on earth?
If there was one his name must be Almighty.
Would there be man who's not made from dirt?
There is none alive, no beggar nor the mighty.
Could there be someone who would defeat death?
Death conquers all living beings for to die we live.
Yet there's one Man who once died yet still alive.
He's not from man but becomes man and breathes.
From heaven He came to this lowly earth,
Giving up His glory and majesty and power.
He humbled to man and was laid in a manger.
Would the maker of all choose this lowly birth?
He's the one who changed my entire life,
From the state of hopelessness to eternal peace.
Gone are grieving, no more stress nor strife,
Hope, love and faith in my life increase.
©l_minlun_haokip -
A Ballad to Life
Life is like a country highway-
Sometimes, easy; at times, hard
We're only human, we've got no sway
O'er the path we must regard.
Tell me no more of its perils;
Speak nought now, of its great woes.
Love and laughs do provide thrills
Till one faces an inevitable loss-
Heart and hand, impaled on a pike!
The hands of Death, cold and pale, strikes!
Brain and brawn are frozen stiff
Like a lone fisher out at sea,
Nothing to trust in, save his skiff;
Hoping against hope, praying to see
Some semblance of Peace and quiet,
In the darkness of the storm, billowing.
When at last- at long last- my dear,
The storm passes and chaos settled
One hears silent whispers, lonely and drear
Of memories, and of love, reminding.
The cold hands of Death strikes again,
Causing in its wake nothing but pain.
Lucky are those who find comfort-
In the bliss that memories bring forth;
Love lost and life deprived-
By the healing hands of time,
Regained and restored- moving on
©harry_g_thangluai
