Mirakee
You say it hurts
When what you say
Sway like nothing
What you choose
Becomes the worst
What's given to you
Becomes the best
In between there's me
Gulping the thoughts
Thinking that's better
Where am I ?
I am in the middle
Of falling from both sides
One to loose
And other to stay low
Then there's me
In all these scenes
Thinking what it could be
When what I feel
Is expressed to all
In all these inner Chaos
Where am I ?
©rising_words
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I always write something silly
Not sure if I can make it really
I m the only one in my family
And all of them think I m being silly
I m the only one in my family
Who keeps on pouring her thoughts
I m the only one in my group
Who always writes down what's in my mind.
And I know it's kinda crazy thing
But its those crazy people who got the wing
They got the wing to fly high
Above our paradise
They got the wing u cant dream
And u cant even scream
U cant even scream.
I dream by looking at them
Wondering if I'll ever reach there
I know it's too late to start
But never old enough to pause
What's in my mind
Is only for me
No one can take it away from me
Coz its my dream, forever
And its silly when we are together
That's why I want it only for me
And I need that wing and I wanna scream
I just wanna scream out, as loud as I can.
Can I come one step closer?
I can feel warm and better
My heart will beat for a rhythm
And I can wide my lips a bit
This can never be silly for me
As long as I crave for it
As long as I crave to get my wings
And I can fly to my paradise.Silly
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They ask, what do u get by becoming an ARMY?
I smiled and said 'I got myself, and that was all I needed.'
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Oh dear moon,
I don't want to be like you
I don't want someone else's light
To shine for me
And I really wish to see your dark side
The scars you have, the side unchecked
You are a dream for kids
But you disappear when they wake
Only to rise up again
With the same borrowed light
I wish to see your dark side
But I know I cant
You are dominated by someone else's light
I wonder how nights be like
Without you
You are so calm from the far
I don't want to be like you©rising_words
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13w
You are an angel in your own story
But devil for some
You potray the beast in someone else's
And stranger for some
You're never noticed by some
Your existence is invisible for some
Your mood is pathetic for some
And you yourself be your enemey for all
And that's how anxiety works
It holds you tighter and tie a knot
You try to pull each strings to loosen it up
But the knot gets harder each time you pull
Very well you know the person
Who thinks you are a stranger
You bulk up the courage to go and talk
But your tongue get twisted
And you remain stranger for some
And you yourself be your enemey for all
And you live for all except you
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The stream I love
I can't see anymore
The Pebbles I touch
Now covered with mud
I remember my mom
The memories of her days
She played with water
Along with her friends
Wished to do the same
I went being excited
Recreating her days
But no one to play with
Drops shed from my eyes
When I saw the stream
With no water to swim
It was just mud and rocks
With no water to flow
She was lucky, I thought
She played with fresh water
And I with water guns
She catch fish in the stream
And I stare at the fish in my aquarium
She had few friends
And I ve many
But she was happy
Which I am lacking.....The water I love....
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We are impulsive, we are extra
For each other, we are Electra
We hold hands, and walk away
To a place , with no storm and wave
This is us in our tiny world
We slay, and shine like gold
I don't give a damn to anybody out there
Coz she's with me and no one got the guts to dare!
We are the worst of enemeys for each other
She always love me , care me like a brother
She does my braids , and shes my mom
She keeps control , of all the norms
I always ask to myself if she's okay
She never looks for her self and I m like hey!
Are you all right?
I m sorry I can't always return the favour you give me
But I can promise you that my love you can always see
My love for you never had a history
Coz it's so precious and we always had a victory
You call me stupid, stinky and what ever you re thinking
I can't stop arguing with you and you keep on blinking
But at the end i know you are always there for me
Coz you are the star in the sky only I can see.Coz you are the star in the sky only I can see.
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You are alive every moment
And that is proved with your movement
You go around and see every corner where you live
But failed to see what's in their mind
Who's living next to you
Every time we meet
We share a sweet smile and greet
With each day passing by
Your lips will wide less than you think
You now no longer know the person next to you
You are into yourself and that's all you want
Wonder why can't we see what they see
Why can't I think like they do?
And we say that we are alive
Living like a cactus,
And let no one come closer
And now we are just good strangers
Smiles are now replaced by anger
Our eyes dont meet so often
And we failed to meet a new stranger
Everyone around me is a stranger
I m no less stranger to them.Stranger
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14w
I want to cry
But my eyes are dry
And I don't know why
My tears are getting shy
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I still miss those days
When i see toys
I still miss those days
When i see childrens play
I still miss my tears
Which dropped for silly reasons
I still miss my friends
With whom i fight a lot
I still miss my mom's scold
When i make the floor dirty
I still miss my father's lap
When he recited me stories
I miss my grandfather
Who was always there for me
I still miss my play school
Where I had only one friend
I miss my teachers
Who praised me in front of my parents
I still miss my infant face
Which i always powdered with brightness
I still miss myself
When I am aware that I m grown upChildhood
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tipsywitch
12w
Read MoreAll my life I've been walking on
Straight lines while resisting not to
Step on eggshells because Mama told me
To calculate what comes out of my mouth
According to standard protocol, precise to
The indicators of measuring cups and spoons
Because people are prone to emotional diarrhea,
Extra grams and ounces of spilled truth
Could ruin the age-old recipe of camaraderie,
They warned me a zillion times,
Tattoed on my forehead, unknowingly.
I was raised to swallow my principles
Together with my pride and was often told
To tie my tongue with ribbons of decency,
Hide my opinions in my back pockets
But I was never advised how and when
To lay them out in the open, unrestricted.
I never learned when and how
To raise the right questions, and
Express my perspectives
In plain black and white.
I never saw the beauty of being heard
Without judgment, without fear
Of being tagged a rebel, insurgent
And public enemy number one.
©amsterdam
11. 02.20
@writersnetwork Do I make sense?Hushed
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hazel_factory
13w
Read MoreWHAT IS MUSIC TO ME!?
I find music in every sentence, at every instance, at every season, every event.
The flavour of music is what i wanna taste everytime.
I dont wannna listen to it but wanna pierce every word of it into my soul.
I owe it my life as it is each of that reason why I am alive !
I wanna drown into the ocean of music,
And its rhythm is what I wanna live into.©hazel_factory
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Lantern
Universe swallows the major
part of light, or because
of the rotation of Earth around
its axis, a part of it remains
ignorant of Sun.
Some unnamed traditions,
itself born in the world ,
conspire to blind my eyes.
The sky, dipped in blue smoke,
periodically drinks all hues
of daytime and waiting to be
transformed into an achromatic
sheet.
At wine O' clock, Some
pseudo drunken monsters
cut down trees, to polish the
scratched barks with
thick paste of potassium
sulphate, and apply a
facepack of red phosphorus
all over my parched skin.
while hitting my porces
by its polished layer, the
universe gives a rise to fire.
My eyelids, soaked into boiling
kerosene oil of my eyes,
made-up of the chains of
hydrocarbons, are properly scorched
by flames of the fire.
The white part of my eyeball
produces a spark, Or my eyes go into
the opposition of the universe
to swallow the darkness.
and lo! Those Monsters have no life
left to make me blind,
and eyes burn a lantern.
-Vandita -
Learn to love yourself, because at last u will be left alone in your own company..
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wetwalnuts93
14w
cursed nights
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cursed nights
competing for the worst night,
first i'm
counting sheep 'til i'm cross-eyed,
second i'm
counting every second,
i'm
counting every minute,
i'm
up to triple digits
third i
hear the morning birds
laugh at me,
i'm delirious,
my face is half-asleep,
i look like i had a stroke,
i fall into half-a-dream,
woke up thirty-seven
seconds later,
stomach grumbling,
that's my alarm clock,
drop a deuce, walk
over to the living room,
clock in, working, brain rotting,
avoiding taking naps
during lunch time,
gotta save my sleep
for the night time,
wind down
with some white wine,
now i'm
in bed,
take a hit of the pen,
i feel it in my bones:
i'm not sleeping tonight,
third day in a row,
the sheep are accounted for,
step four,
i'm counting demons tonight
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( Inspired by Caitlin Anne)
For Someone Who Likes to Call Herself a Writer
And a Poet
I often find myself searching for words in empty coffee mugs and old journals. I would sometimes peek behind the clouds and sit among the stars and ask them how it feels like to sing lullabies with the moon. Still, words don't come easy. They play hide and seek with my thoughts and I can't even stitch the torn edges of my aching heart.
I am rarely poetic. When I try to paint my smiles with the loveliest metaphors, somewhere, I mess with the colors and I end up painting rainbows with deep shades of grey.
In my attempts to portray Love that would melt hearts and bones, I run after words and phrases and catch them by the ponytail. It's a struggle, I tell you.
On days that words are elusive like my dreams, I sit in my little corner and ponder where I went wrong. Maybe I search for words in the wrong places and I always end up empty-minded and it's frustrating.
In a world where happiness oftentimes comes with a great price, how do I bargain with the words to compress it into stanzas and paragraphs without making it look like a tragedy?
Whoever said that we should just listen to what the heart is saying and things would fall into place like jigsaw pieces was probably right. Because right now, I am tired of chasing after multicolored metaphors in the wrong places.
I would just introduce my thoughts bared-faced like how I see myself upon waking up in the morning. A glimpse of life from a different angle, viewed in plain black and white — sans filter.
The truth is, I'm just making up excuses because the empty coffee mugs in front of me are bored of waiting as I struggle to tuck and tug the hems of my sentences neatly like how I do my ponytail.
©amsterdam
10.21.20
@writersnetwork
Tbh, Idk if this makes sense.Writer's Block
