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Cheers to those miniscule good deeds that go unnoticed
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For those invaluable seconds may I be danger close and engulf your every existence, may I be you north star, your lantern in pitch darkness. May I fabricate a reality perfect compared to none. May fate align flawlessly for a moment pinned in time itself .
May I shadow your lifeline entirelyTime in love
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@mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork #promise
Promise that you won't ever look anyone the way you look at me, that you won't flare up from anyones glare,, that you won't be drawn to the smallest of attention, that you won't reciprocate any unwanted attention
Promise that you will be mine not because of the loss of options but the abundance of reason, that you will put me first just because it's me, that you will be there for me because I will do the same, that our love will weather the storm no matter the situation.Promise
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@mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork #scars
Scars in the inside
perspicuously chiseled, deep enough to scar
For every strike clearly visible on the surface
Some more evident, vividly highlighted
Every single one attached to a tale
Just a preview to an innate experience
The full narrative illusive and mystic
She curls up to a timid stance amidst company
Dreads for any contact with another person
Not because of those healing scars that plagued her body
The hidden ones are the ones that trailed her every experience
That kept her from taking that leap and glide
Unseen scars that had transfigured into invisible cuffs
Tough to break courtesy of its intangibilityScars inside
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Family are the people who keep you true to yourself
individuals who don't tire from holding the mirror steady so that our true self does not vanish from our minds
People who set examples that resonates humility and candour to our lives
People who are the periscope to those blind spots
Those angled views on life in general that one fails to pay attention
Family are people who in your darkest days illuminate the brightest
In your brutal storms they are the underground shelters
In your nuclear holocaust they are the bunkers to cover you
So when you are in distraught, may they be you decisive riposteFamily
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I still remember the big burrows we dug
Deep enough to bury all our thoughts
Eventually lost within ourselves but free
Four feet apart yet truth bound us tight
Mapping us to the galaxy one constellation to the next
"Loss is never the end just a stepping stone
Just a transition, a bridge or a portal "
Though no take backs, no turn around
Sometimes the memory just obscures reality
It never gets better but the feeling bearable
Familiarity always cuts on the weight perspective
So, for a second let's rewind the tape one more time
And just space out even if it's temporary
A desperate cling to a vague fictional pastThe past
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Her brood valotized leaving a condensate of certainty that was weightless giving her dense bones will to soar and glide in her new skin
@mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork #dpwritersHer brood valotized leaving a condensate of certainty that was weightless giving her dense bones will to soar and glide in her new skin
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On the third gear into it I was so far deep I was knee deep
My curiosity was to blame in this instance, or was it ?
Mother always said everybody cares but to that point that it's a question of between them or you and then you will be sidelined
She also said if someone cares and lies they won't do a shitty job of it
When is the right time to call it quits and come up for air ?
Mother had those intelligent question followed instantly with a lid on box answer, really fitting
Her answer was that when both of you find it so easy to hurt each other with the minute of effort
She called that a lazy tap on the back with a double edged sword
What would you do if you were given a time machine and you were given a chance to erase a moment in your life or alter it...another of her familiar questions
I jumped to it and said I wish you had never met my father who wrecked you to pieces and casted a shade to your life .
"Silly you "she answered... She shocked me
Her reaction was " if I could keep one thing from being changed it would be that because what he took from me was significantly infinitesimal to what he gave me. You are the only true thing that anchors me . The only thing that relights my candles when the cold feel of his hurts dampens my wick."
@mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork#takemebackTake me back
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We are accountable for our actions in regardless of what is done to us.
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We are defined by what we do and what we fail to do
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The attitude of man can make its world crumble or crowded with success.
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The girl you'll never meet
She is a cold stone,
In the raging fire.
It's the whole world
that her heart desires.
She is too quiet
often too loud,
There's a lot she cares about.
Sometimes she is timid
Sometimes she's shy,
Else, she's a storm trailing by.
She's too courageous,
her spirit's contagious
She fears nothing, nothing at all
Every night, she's feels haunted
in her house.
She is the queen of heaven,
The one raising hell.
She has 100 different moods,
Every now and then.
She gets worried over trivial things,
Yet she cares for nothing
She's indifferent, apathetic,
but a little extra too sensitive.
Her love vibrates every living cell,
Her hate will tumble down hell.
She shares nothing,
She'll not lower down her gaurd,
Or she shares way too much
her heart torn apart.
She has a deadly smile,
There's pain hiding behind her laughs.
She's a closed book ,
Who yearns to talk.
She is soft as feather,
a bullet piercing through leather.
She laughs with the demon,
She's smiles a perfect little angel.
The one who looks sixteen ,
Her mind's past sixty.
She sings to herself,
She loves sunsets.
She makes your heart swell,
Everytime she casts her spell.
Every eye follows as she walks,
She's much confident
and too akward in her talks.
She is a wicked soul
with a divine heart,
Her wrath is a nightmare
of some sort.
She's sometimes way too emotional
The creator of every commotion.
She's reckless, she's impulsive,
Flows with her whims
Every little thing, she overthinks.
She is both sugar and tangerine.
She is the girl whom you've met,
But you'll never meet.
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xargarkashif
20w
Read MoreWhat hurts the most?
It doesn't hurt you when she doesn't see you
It doesn't hurt you when she doesn't talk to you
It doesn't hurt you even when she rejects you
The pain comes when you know that she is with someone else
it hurts!��Pain
12 February 2020
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They were throwing rocks of metaphors on me and I was bleeding poetries.
Those trails of poetries led me from astray to impeccable gardens of solace and devotion.
Now i see sky, beautiful sky filled with purple pink clouds
nights, beautiful nights filled with glittery stars
flowers, beautiful flowers making love to butterflies
trees, beautiful trees seeking towards the heaven.
and this constant petrichor is sempiternal here.
©shi_ta_l -
cosines
23w
Read MoreSunset feels like a brook of wine and I'm sitting on the rooftop watching the memories come back to me from sangria skyline. Drigging out my diary's pages, I recieve your poetry, oscillating with stagnant rhymes and some petals of flat white roses, pasting a curvy smile on you as you're getting dimples surrounded by milky way ; having a gravity higher than black holes, pulls me in and when I feel your adoration, I feel you as some coral blushes are emerged by Hawking radiation ; as again the cosmos is obsessed for you.
From your galactic poetry, I acquire a bohemian who crushes my arrhythmia by marking his footprints on threshold of my soul, kills all my rhapsodic rhymes The way he draws my heart, Raphael can't.
Dear You, in between those hazy ice cubes of that red wine, you take ; infall of fizz hums my name and I let your heart sluggishly beat in me. Shades in sunfall recede second by second in an antique lamp and I feel a yellowish lit in you against evening.
In your boulevard heart, my beats traverse beat by beat Yet in contrast I feel that I'm playing my lyre underneath the paradise's attic , to me you're nowhere but in my rhymes, provide me a perpetual band of peace. These all because of your poetry, I got and feel. Not I did, Your poetry gave me 1<n^n excuses to love you and that's the reason behind
why I write you more than my poetries.
One third of grubby sun is already drunk by sky and the rest of it kisses you as polka dots on your forehead; allowing me to feel what the universe says 'in you, a sky'. The Amazon river, I'm obsessed with, 'cause it seems to me that you're the Amazonian flow, the flow that immerse me into infinite depth of tidal peace. A peace in 'You' too.
You're in my notebook of eternal sheets, i read and i read you. scribbling again and again to feel you.
And so scribbling...
thinkin' 'bout your riverine chronicles
anaphoras of mine jutting out
to dive and to swirl
in you, in your poetry's blithe shout
well-drained-my-rhymes acutely
melt in your wine's dew
as with me and my ink darlin' somewhere
the cosmos, also obsessed for you.
_Vandita
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@_rainfrost_ Thankyou for letting me ruin this..
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suranjana__
24w
Read MoreBeing a black beauty I love to reside
Rather than live as black minded homo sapiens.
Being a black beauty I love to live
Rather than spoiling my face with fairness creams.
Being a black beauty I love to reside
By standing against people who says
Boys like fair girls
Presenting myself optimistic thoughts.
Being a black beauty I love to live as a lady
Who was so gently kissed by sun in every inch
Of my body.
Being a black beauty I love to live
As an independent lady raising my voice against
Discrimination, inequality based on colours,
Useless comments, although never mattered to me.
Being a black beauty I want to live
With a body which is made of cocoa, gold,
Brown chocolate dipped in brown coffee.
Being a black beauty I want to live
As a lady who finds beauty from the top of her fro
And tip of her toe.
Being a black beauty I want to live
As a perfect optimistic lady
With my imperfect beauty that's a strength for me.
#pod#mirakee#writersnetwork#writersbayBlack beauty
©suranjana__
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Read More"When I was but a child,
a carnival called Wonderland
passed through my concrete wilderness-
excitement turned to twisted taffy
and boisterous, hearty laughing-
carousels and tilt-a-whirls,
blinking lights like unmissable pearls,
music and gaudy color swirls-
until I spotted a pitcher of spirits
with "Drink Me" adorning the glass.
It tasted of cotton candy,
such wonderful, empty lightness.
My eyes became misty funhouse mirrors,
and my bones began to shrink beyond
the shortest blades of grass.
Disoriented, I cried-
but the tears of ants go unnoticed,
a height too short to report.
I wandered and weeped
until I found a fallen sweet;
a cookie crumbled and shattered,
but I could see
that it once said "Eat Me"-
so I take a bite
and rise in size, head too high
amidst gigantic skies-
I bloat like the trees, minus ancient majesty-
others stare at me, and whisper and flee
as my sunken eyes leak lakes over them;
I drown in the seething scrutiny
of those caught in the cataclysm.
What can I consume
to make me look normal again?
I travel away from Wonderland
to find it,
surviving at two extremes
in an upside down universe,
longing for someone unafraid
of my inner height,
who will not step on me
when I am small.
Normalcy unfortunately depends
only on who's looking.
These funhouse eyes
are now normal for me;
a deadweight I stumbled upon accidentally."
©in_fragments
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This stopped being fun a long time ago...
#pod #narrative #poem #mirakee #mentalhealth #bodydysmorphia #eatingdisorder #writerstolli @writersnetworkDysmorphic Wonderland
I spotted a pitcher of spirits
with "Drink Me" adorning the glass...
My eyes became misty funhouse mirrors...
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pritha_and_words
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Brevette poem on Months
#poetrywednesday #brevette #months #ceesreposts #pod #poem #thoughts #poetry @mirakee @writersnetwork @writerstolliJanuary
R E D E F I N E S
Beginning
February
U N F U R L S
Amour
March
R U S T L E S
Songs
April
E M A N A T E S
Jouissance
May
N U R T U R E S
Spring
June
B E D I M S
Vesper
July
D R I Z Z L E S
Credence
August
H A R M O N I Z E S
Gaps
September
E L U C I D A T E S
Amity
October
R E M I N I S C E S
Colors
November
D O N S
White
December
C A P T I V A T E S
Celebrations
©pritha_and_words
