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santos_jr 2w

It is also worth noting that some people don't change,
you just happen to have unlocked a new side of them that you haven't seen before.

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santos_jr 2w

Its easier to accuse someone that they've changed,
but it takes a more reasonable fellow to ask their self what they did that prompted the change.

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santos_jr 3w

Hi guys... I need help with getting fees to pay for my college education... Can I share my gofundme link please?

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I know what I want
But I can't do it alone.

And although I've made allies
Through loving and caring
Nothing is reciprocated to me,
And I'm left in alone in my worries.

©santos_jr

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santos_jr 4w

"My pastor said...." is usually a statement uttered by ignorant people who don't know where their faith stands.

©santos_jr

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santos_jr 5w

Or maybe I'm just living a reflection of the failures of my past life

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santos_jr 5w

I need friends on here please.... I need people to talk to because I'm actually so close to giving up... Please reply this so I can give you my IG... Thank you

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santos_jr 5w

And when you need them the most,
You'll search and search,
You'll cry and cry,
You'll beg and beg,
But they'll be nowhere in sight.

©santos_jr

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santos_jr 5w

The paintings on the wall will talk;

And when they do,
They'll say I went through this alone
And that I got out of it alone.

So that when push comes to shove for you,
You won't dare turn to me
Cos I won't be there for you.

©santos_jr

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santos_jr 9w

Not that I don't wanna open up to you,
Not that I don't think you can help me,
Not that I don't wish to tell you the answers:

But the book in me don't wanna be opened,
Not just because it fears to be opened,
But deep down, there's a conviction-
that you'd stop loving me for who I am,
and all you do will be out of pity.

There's a part of me that cries out,
But its voice is locked within me.

©santos_jr

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love_whispererr 11w

A ragged heartbreak I'm
cursed inside the womb of love
they peel off my purple purdah
and the bloodstains kiss my delicate soul.
/homeless I'm/

An unplumbed dream I'm
stows away behind the mattress of hope
monsters lurk around me
yet the night extricates my shrieks always.
/wrinkled I'm/

A broken room lamp I'm
catnaps in the corner of the store room
some old households are there
conflate on me like the shattered memories.
/caged I'm/

An uncherished poet I'm
scribbles balladries beneath the mantilla of eyes
I conceal my limpid tears
inside the barren land of metaphors.
/oops, a liar I'm/

©bidya b.

#lithe_november

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trumpetcreeper 11w

It's raining right now.
I have always loved the rain.
Closing my eyes and listening to the sound of rain,it feels like all my worries are washed away with it.
In rainy days sitting infront of my house and enjoying the rain, it gives me an indescribable pleasure.
Nature after the rain is always been a happysight for me, it is very peaceful.

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RAIN

Sky embracing earth with all his
love and affection.

©trumpetcreeper

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shalupar 11w

Breathe

She suddenly looked up,
Straight at him,
And smiled
A toothy grin.

He forgot how to breathe.
He remembered learning something about lungs and air,
But for the life of him,
He can't remember how to relate them.

That's when he realized
He is in trouble.
And he was fine with it,
As long as she was the only one
Who takes his breath away,
Hopefully not literally.
©shalupar

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artemiswrites 12w

This is my 1000th post. And it is dedicated to everyone who has ever liked, reposted and commented on my posts, and has found me worthy enough of following. Some of you have had so much faith in my poems, and in me, and it is your support that led me to this milestone.
Thank you so much, everyone, thank you, @writersnetwork and @mirakee
May this Song of Gratitude bring a smile to your faces and a little bit of light.
#writersnetwork #mirakee #pod
@writersnetwork Thank you so much for the kind repost ��

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A Song of Gratitude

Today,
Gratitude falls like sheaves of ripe wheat
from the fertile lands of my pen, that has
been Earth, Sun and Shower to a thousand
crops of verses
Today,
My pen sings of those who have ever beheld
my poems with benevolent eyes and have
showered every poem;
be it as grand as an oak tree
or as conscious of its own appearance as
a touch me not, with praises as
sweet as Autumnal apples; Today,
my pen sings a Song of Gratitude.
©artemiswrites

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soulfulstirrings 30w

The way people judge you .. should never matter .
What matters is what you think of yourself .

You see me...
In monochrome shades .
Clipped wings...
With bruised frail edges .
I try holding ,
The sky with my hands .
Whilst all you see ,
Is the hole in my palms .
I crumble and disintegrate .. to rise anew .
But all you see
Are my broken pieces .
I stretch the horizon...To infinity ..
With the will of my mind ..
But all you see is the fear ..
That remains whelved ,
Somewhere within my layers .
I come alive after each fall .
Dauntless and resurrected .
But all you see is the Ashen...
Cimmerian in me .
/You may see me in monochrome hues
But darling ...
I am a rainbow ..breaking through/
©soulfulstirrings

#dauntlessc @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwal

Image credit to the rightful owner . #thoughts #poetry

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Monochrome

/You may see me in monochrome hues
But darling ...
I am a rainbow ..breaking through/
©soulfulstirrings
(Please read the caption)

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ak_anjali_daydreamzz 54w

#mirakee #pod #writersnetwork #writerstolli
@mirakee @writersnetwork @writerstolli
#julietscorner #yaminiread #ceesreposts
#cornered_wt #ak_rants

(This is not literature. Or anything... I don't know !?)

I want to live a simple life
In which I love and I'm being loved
It was like that throughout my childhood
Caring and sharing was a usual
Concern and comfort was a guarantee
Growing up was a beautiful story in itself
"She has a promising future " They said
"But she has to overcome lots of hardships"
That's obvious and so was
The ways of this hypocritical soceity
The path of success can't be so easy
So I found the supporting hands disappearing one by one
Some came back to prod and play
Some tried to push me down
Some clapped when I slipped occasionally
Some smiles were too honest when I cried
It was so hard to concentrate on education
When all the people around me did was to
Either find the minute faults in me
Or find my dreams and ambitions silly
Cause " Do you think you can do 'that' ?
" It's too much already now, you should stop"
Were they even aware of their masks slipping off ?
And I found who is who exactly
Realizing their true colors changed me too
I can't be the old carefree sweet girl with them
As I don't trust them anymore
Social gatherings were just an excuse
To tease and question me and my life
" Degrees won't help you in life, learn to cook"
" Being smart in studies isn't enough, be smart in life too "
So studying wasn't a favorable topic for them
I can't cry in public, my character was again questioned as
They didn't see me crying when my grandmother left us...
When I was stressing about my thesis
And final exams, all their concern was,
" Are you even eating anything ? You have to marry ! "
Finishing exams and after relaxing in vacation
There will always be some events to gossip
" You are getting chubby, don't eat so much
Or no one will marry you !! "
Seriously, how is having food and marriage related ?
I feel like a failure everytime I look in the mirror
Because they have fixed a measurement for me
And I don't know those numbers...
So I stopped attending functions all together
Why ? Why should I get ready and go meet people
Just to be a topic of their not so constructive criticism ?
We hang lemons and chillies so that
Misfortune won't knock on our door
But they always find reasons to come inside
Carrying clouds of discouragement for me
I'm always either sleeping or bathing - yes my escape
They don't know I can't sleep on my own naturally
And I need to take long showers to wash away
Their gaze and words which torture me
My hair would have grown long like Rapunzel
But during a tour while in school
A stranger caressed my hair, called it lovely
I didn't realize his intention then, but when I did
I cut half my hair with so much disgust
Which became a habit later, now it's usual
Anything bad or sad happens, I'll find the scissors first
They say when it's time for me to settle down
An astrologer will find someone suitable for me
Really ? Who asked them to decide things for me ?
Where is my choise and my freedom in any of these ?
Why is everyone so interested in cornering
And questioning me ?
Whats my value as a person?
Am I not worthy without considering my beauty, educational qualification or Marital status ?
Why is my heart and happiness not a priority ?

// How many people in this society can say
They have provided encouragement, help and support
For a girl's dream - her education, her choices,
her decisions , her life itself ! //

That's what we need... I need
Encouragement for whatever we dream
Understanding how difficult it is
Not judging based on looks and shape
Not burdening with great expectations
Just accept a person exactly how they are

I don't know any solution for this
I'm in my room... Shutting out everyone and everything... Listening to music and reading what catches my attention... I don't know what will happen to me in future... All I know is I want to just fade away...

©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

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I found supporting hands
Disappearing one by one
Some came back to prod and play
Some tried to push me down
Some clapped when I slipped occasionally
Some smiles were too honest when I cried

©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

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artemiswrites 55w

@writersnetwork @mirakee #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod
This is my 700th post. That's 700 times that poetry found me worthy enough to wield it!!
I'm grateful to everyone who has ever read my posts and to everyone who has constantly encouraged me with their lovely comments and with all the reposts.
I'm really grateful to call myself a member of this beautiful family of such wonderful writers!!!

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I'm a place untouched by Winter
and these words are Serbian cranes,
They call me their refuge
and I call them fireflies that brought
pinpricks of hope into a dark meadow.
I know, that as a poet,
I save these words as much as they save me.
I let them take flight,
I let them unleash themselves,
I let them taste the white of paper,
I let them dance, I let them sing, I let them roar
but you see,
I'm only returning the favour;
When I started writing
I used to be a flock of Siberian cranes and
my words, a summery winter landscape,
I used to call them my refuge for they
let me taste freedom,
they let me take flight,
they let me taste the sun,
they let me sing, they let me dance, they let me roar.
~Role reversal.
©artemiswrites

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dragonkick 55w

God is the Voyager of the Beautiful palace which is The Heavens

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