Mirakee
//if my heart could speak it will say; "right now, matters more than you will ever be able to perceive"//
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Read MoreSandy coloured shore
salty water seeps into the ground
daddy's strong iron hands pounds
the soft sand
my tiny hands rolls and molds
the mud into solid walls
together we build castles in the sand
a cool breeze kisses my cheeks
bucket and spade plays hide and seek
under a heap of sand
we build roads that moves uphill
so high you can see tomorrow's sky
through mountains big and rivers deep
seagulls squawk as they quarrel over breadcrumbs left in the middle of the street
we watch as the water ebb
the rainbow coloured umbrella sway
to the rhythm of the wind
seven waves peeks out of the water
like clouds formed the day after
a heavy downpour
I look at daddy and I smile
as he picks up one seashell
holds it gently to my ear
I hear the ocean's laughter
we decorate our castle
with pebbles and pink and white feathers
we gathered on our walk moments before
It's not one of those Victorian style castles
you will find at the end of a magical fairytale
daddy and I built it from scratch
right now as the gleaming sun
opens up its mouth to say hello
as daddy stretches out his hand to hold mine
is the only thing that matters not time
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You don't always know what I'm thinking.
Late yesterday afternoon,
when the leaves were rustling in the wind,
thoughts about you, lit up
like the sudden switch of a lightbulb,
in a dark room.
It was my passion for you,
that caused my thoughts to burn bright.
and isn't it weird? that of all the bright ideas,
I could conjure up in my head,
the most unbearable one,
is losing you
I slide my fingers to your side of the bed, suddenly, you are not there, the book, there next to the bed
then the person you adore steps into the room and asks;
"Would you like your tea a bit sweeter today?"
and then, when it comes
it's just bland tea the wind is carrying.
#random #thoughts//If you could read my thoughts//
Yvette Idiou
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So here I sit alone
Starring at the foggy window
Below on the third floor
The door opens then slams
Still I pretend you're here
#quintuplec//When you leave me all alone I like to pretend you care//
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Just a thought....
If the I the me the ego
the wrecker of the soul
would go
how beautiful this life would be
if we didn't have to live in duality
trying to feed the light while fighting
the darkness inside
if the busyness of this life
was not the business we strive
and we sat here in silence
no thoughts. Just silence
what if the sea had no waves
and the water was calm
what would I see infront of me
#ego #silence.
//In the moment of silence.
What would we see?//
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If I were rain.....
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When you are alone and blue and lost hope,
And sitting by the sea, take out this mirror
And deeply stare, and spare of the time forever
Your soul had before, and of its relentlessness to cope;
How many walked past your sad face,
And greeted you with a smile,
But this woman walked with you for a while,
And walked with your sadness with grace;
And breathing out infront of this raging water,
Whisper, a little softly, how love walked
And surfed among the waves caught
And drowned its smile in between the ocean's laughter.
#soul #random.
//Look into the mirror darling, pause, be still. Reflect.//
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My daughter wants to jump into
the big blue swimming pool
I know I cannot allow this
because big swimming pools
lets you drown
Olivia does not understand this
she nags and throws herself on the floor
like a dog when he wants a pat on his stomach
when I do not surrender
she goes and sits under a tree
with blown up cheeks and a frown
that could make even the sun run and hide behind the clouds
I aspire that the universe has my best interests at heart
like I have for my daughter
when I truly want something
and the universe does not give it to me
I can imagine the universe talking to herself saying,
Foolish girl. She believes this is good for her, but she does not comprehend how much agony it will bring.
#pod #universe #random//I aspire that the universe has my best interests at heart//
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The rose garden is overflowing
and I sit
holding the vase
is empty as a wallet
Where are you going now
Did you take a walk
on the shore and did you see lots of shells it
saddens me to know
that I am not running
through your mind
when you write down
your poems
Yesterday morning the birds
flocked to the bird bath and today
the rain chased them far
away I'll just say it like it is
I stay focused on
the task at hand
my phone is only an accessory
Do you know how it feels
to get pricked by a single rose
if I buy you a bouquet
I beg you please
do not throw them away
#pod #rose #birds #love//if I buy you a bouquet
I beg you please
do not throw them away//
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And perhaps I left the door open, so you could walk right through. Like you always do wearing a smile as big as the ocean. With your backpack and your keys in your hand. How was your day you would say. I guess as the day peeked around every corner I did not bother to think what if. I guess I thought it would just be the same as yesterday, well yes they change like the tides of the sea but sitting at my desk covered in notes it never crossed my mind to think, what if. What if, he does not come walking through the door. Then comes the call, "Ma'am, John there was an accident." "He didn't make it." The words strikes me like lightning and then a cloud forms in my sky ready to burst open. It's not true I whisper to myself. It's not true. I think about everything I didn't say yesterday, today, everyday. Silence takes over and then melancholy walks through the door, walks right over and sits next to me on the cold, wet floor.
#melancholycMelancholy
//And perhaps I left the door open, so you could walk right through//
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8w
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I see your reflection
everywhere from a
deserted land to a
silent ocean
I see your reflection in the
hearts of the kind people
and sweet children
I see your reflection in
everything
And to me finding your
love is the only promise
I made for my life
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9w
Read MoreWord Prompt:
Write a 8 word micro-tale on Forgive
And leave, delete
With firm belief..
It never happened.
So will never happen.Forgive and forget
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The lies I tell to myself are plenty:
1. If I do things their way, they'll love me.
2. They do love me, but in a controlling manner.
3. I am a worthless individual.
4. Nothing I do is good enough.
5. If I lose weight, people will like me.
6. If I have lighter skin, I'll be pretty enough.
7. Pleasing the man will keep me safe from abuse.
8. I will never amount to anything.
9. Without earning $100,000 or more, I cannot live.
10. If I don't get married and have kids, I am a shame to womanhood.
These are just the top ten. Dang!
©bonniesbabu
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I am craving for your footprints
Under the hibiscus tree
Bleeding its crimson smithereens
On the wettish inky soil
With Crushed lubica berries
Peeping like hidden carbuncles..
Knowing that
You are embracing the roots under soil
Your pellucid soul oozing sempiternal love
Maybe,
You will be my tenebrous dolour forever
But as long as the sun rises
Rutilant aurora wakes
You are the blitheness to be born.
You are the ardour to be felt..
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headless_horseman
16w
Read More#sings
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allbymyself
66w
Read MoreSometimes I just know. I only have to look into your eyes and know that the light has left them, even though you are breathing alright. Words wage the bloodiest of wars within your weary veins, but your face remains the epitome of calm.
You were the one who taught me the subtle difference between peace and calm, and now I know it is not peace that lurks behind those lips, it is the silent despair disguised as calm, that only comes to the fore through years of unfulfilled hopes and slowly decaying dreams.
Tragedy knocks quietly at ungodly hours, but doors that have not been touched by loving hands will open at the slightest of pushes. That is how your skin plays games. It bends and melts and burns when doused by the most mellow of flames.
And now pain has found a home, and it won't leave. But then, I look into your eyes, the eyes that once held the most improbable of dreams, and I cannot help but wonder if that was your plan all along.
I find myself writing midnight haikus, because sleep is fickle, much too fickle. And then I know I am lost, as easily as the traveller knows when the night is too dark and the bridge too far to cross. I read your poems because you were the one who taught me to write, to love and to fall in love with writing. Those are really three separate things but I treat them the same.
And even though you never wanted me to wither away like you did, I look at my words and then I look at yours. I know then that our words are maps to the same hell, and that if they begin their sins with yours they would end their prayers with mine.
- Avitaj
Note to self: Bus journeys in the dead of night are funny things.
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Picture- meMaps To Hell
I survived against the will, of my twisted folk
But in the deafness of my world, silence broke.
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Mid-Life Crisis
I do not tell the boys my real age
I want them to think
I am not the man I am
I want them to feel safe
Sheltered by what they imagine & think.
And my age is a danger of a different order
Funny how numbers can mean
Everything and nothing
A chronological border
Keeping younger boys protected
From the monster that is known
As getting older
I do not tell this secret to them
I keep it drowning in the well
A poison to myself
As being a thirty-something
Means you are closer
To being unwanted
Orphaned by the boys at the bar
With nice bodies firm torsos
And wind-made hard ons
30 is a natural wrong
That happens when we go on
And let ourselves get old
Like we have control over this
The boys dismiss and deepen their disgust
As they ask you for gifts
Drop subtle hints
Skirt around the prospect of
A long term relationship
While they capitalize on your interest
Ask for assistance
Think your greys mean small fortunes
There is war here
As you mix up the potions
Work out a little longer
Rebuke the winter showing in your beard
The snow falls more
As your hair breaks off
Here always a piece of you to grieve
As the showers drain swallows
Your soft breaking mane
And you look away
Hoping memory will keep you safe
When you are a danger
One called by a different name
Hiding in the shadows
From the monster we know as age.
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twinkling_girl
66w
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#4@m thoughts
It makes one realise you’re not alone
Let’s collaborate the feels of words
And endure the misting of poetry
That hamper every tale in graves of solace
A place where writers unite
And cliff to hangout with smilesIts okay to blur your vision
When it causes you to cry
For no reason
- even the clouds happen to cry
nowadays with sun over moon
Likely rainbows to floor your world
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9w
Read MoreWhen I saw you
My heart declared war against me
a love war
where you don't know who is the victim,
nor you can identify the culprit
where war comes wearing peace and peace is just a phase between one gaze and the other.
When I saw you,
I fell in the trap of an endless astonishment.
My heart started asking questions but my soul seemed to be aware of the answer.
When I saw you,
I saw beyond flesh,
a lone, beautiful and deep lost soul in a world of shallowness.
A soul in black and white
and as an artist,
I wanted to spend the rest of my life colouring this incomplete masterpiece.
When I saw you,
I saw an incomplete puzzle and I wished between me and myself to be the missing part of it.
When I saw you,
I felt you.
And this is how I...
©Lubna_Abd
November 18, 2020
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