Cladded in jewelry of innocence And glasses that visualise the world as insouciance Dances by the clock to strike midnight Silence, arrives as the moon materialize She waits and she waits for the arrival Of the fairies who could only be seen at night Oh! Behold darling, it's a magical sight. For fairies can only be seen during the darkest hours for that is when they shine.
Away from the world, away from the scrutiny Like stars, their semblance glow incandescently.
But dear young Molly has a question for them today, She will get the answers she knows for that is what she vows. She is a child with heart of vigour and core so stubborn She won't let her fairy friends live like this anymore. Thus she waits, below the ceiling of the hushed house Silence drooping and cannot be doused Vestiges of sleep long gone, forgotten was bedtime As she waits and waits for the clock to strike midnight.
Alas, they arrive, blinding light so bright With smiles so lavishing, lighting the midnight Their voice a singsong of sweet, sweet melody "Oh did we make you wait today, dear Molly?" Young Molly, shook her head and then her words betide
"Dear faires, dear fairies why do you always hide?" Taken aback by the query but they still answer young Molly, "You won't understand, dear child. The world is not so benign." "Dear fairies, dear fairies, but you are magic." "Every difference in this world is visioned as tragic." "Your beauty transcends the world!" "This world doesn't have a place for someone who goes beyond it." "Oh! can't they see your goodness? Are they blind?"
"They can see, but they don't want to admit their find."
"But dear faires you make everything so bright!"
"But my child, the world prefer everything black and white."
"I don't understand the world."
"Dear child, neither do we."
Saddened by the answers, Molly starts to cry Seeing their young friend like this the fairies sigh and tells a lie
"Oh dear, don't you cry - for we are more than happy to have you by our side. For nothing is there from you, that we hide."
Lies and lies for they know it will betide But they do not say for they don't want her to cry They hide away, that Molly will sway One day like everyone she will look away.
_ Too many words? -_- Iknowalotofyouwontlikethis// but it's been a long time - howdy?
Eitherways, if you all ACTUALLY read this - i want you to tell me what YOU interpret from this story - (like you don't have to but if you do then well- you will make me happy.)
Young eyes so profoundly bright, Utter innocence nescient of the plight, A woeful destiny that lied before, Pervade of ubiquitous melancholy, That will make her heartsore.
For now, tapestry of ingenue that is her reality She dances in a thread of a reticulated fantasy, Exuberant beatific, a mere evanescent dream Love for a world, that will destroy her in its whim.
For now, sing along with the birds as they sang abjectly A song of a pure innocence that will be wronged, Like the blizzard destroys everything, so tragically, When all you wished for was the snow to come along.
Star studded eyes Ravishing smiles Sweet little lies It's been a while
Clock by the kitchen table - telephone upon that cupboard. Our picture on the wall - I miss our home.
Plaintive days seemed to be brighter when you hugged me tighter - You were my magic wand that casted my cacophonous song into a cadence filled with mellifluous melody.
Trenchant hues of the golden sun - our conversations by the window with your famous coffee and my famous omelette - the only things we were good in when it came to cooking.
Hooded shadows elicits Woes of a broken heart A dolorous verse it recites Of the golden time at the start
We were so young when we met - verdure trees casted shadow from the ravishing sun that lit the firmament - your blithe smiles - I thought your eyes were ardent than even the sun - we were so young -
first love. Aren't they beautiful? A song filled with sweet little lies of a life that doesn't last - like fairytales - sadly our story happened in real life - our first kiss didn't seal the deal of a happily ever after.
Life is cruel. It took me away from you. Yet it's funny how long we lasted. Remember, how they used to say we were too young for all of this and that sooner or later we would get tired. They used to say we didn't love each -
We were in love with the fact of falling in love.
They were wrong through. We proved them wrong.
Or so I thought.
After all this is the reality. Epitome of ephemeral beauty. It took you away from me, And it made me see the cruelty Of the world we call our reality.
When the warmth of home turns into the coldness of the hospital room - when your arms don't move and clasp my hand to utter sweet nothings and everything will be fine - made me realise how we were dancing upon a broken cord of a happy reality - a reticulated up version of a reality filled with euphoria - just praying it lasts - since we knew we would have to face it, once it dawns.
We were young. We were fools. We believed in forevers. We believed in miracles.
Now look, where it has gotten us.
__ Sadly,, I didn't check this. My apologies. I know this ain't good I'm sorry
Embracing my miniscule silhouette, your eyes dropped tears that reverberated with unconditional love and prolific happiness.
//"I love you." Will love you forever and ever.//
Since the day I opened my eyes, mother you have been holding me. Since that day you have been cradling my pandemonium heart. Since that day, mother, you have been wiping away my tears.
//Like an angel, you draped your wings around me as if to protect me from this spurious world.//
Mother, they talk about superheroes and how they always save everyone. Whenever I think about superheroes I can only think about the woman who sacrificed so much for me.
Who cradled the mess for who I am. Who shed her aureate tears for someone like me. Gave away half of her life to see someone like me smile constantly. Who sang lullabies just so I can forget the terror of the night. Stayed with me throughout all of my fits. Picked me up and bandaged all the time I broke. So much pain, so much hardship you gone through just to give me a life I am happy with.
//Oh, mother, you are a gift that I don't think I did anything to deserve.//
Like the hearth, you kept me warm. Your smiles brought life to my world. Mother, you are my first abode. My superhero, my angel. You are my first saviour. The first one to cry for me. The first to always forgive me. First one to love me for who I truly am. Mother, you are my first love and my first everything.
//Can I ever thank you enough?//
__ I'm so sorry for my inactivity. I've been so stressed the whole damn day because of online classes and also because I have fasting,, all of this topped it up with the fact that I have been feeling really unwell the whole day :"(
My mind is an echoing cavern of words that never seem to stop. It's a disastrous symphony that resound all of my failures in every heartbeat.
// Ding dong bell How have you been? Oh! I've been well! A smile, so clearly seen//
My lips echo the remnant of a smile that has frayed away due to this gargantuan woeful reality. All there is, a permanent curve marked by permanent marker, a vision so real.
//Tick tock tick Why am I this weak? Tick tock tick With myself I am sick//
My inside is a mess. It's an art piece that has too many strokes. It's a predicament - a swirling void that eats away every vestige, each every part that is a delineate for myself. Conniving words it creates, sharpening claws - it makes to splinter away every bit of my semblance.
// You always said that it has to be me You never said, who was I supposed to be//
My existence - my reason for living has been devoured by that tenebrous void that boils my inside away all the time. Do I live for myself, anymore? What is living anymore either way. Your smile. Your warmth. The only reality - the only reasoning that keeps me tucked in this reality that I have come to hate.
I wonder these days, is it the reality I hate? Or is it the truth that reality mocks me with, the fact that I'm me is what I hate.
//I am who? I am who? Someone, someone Anyone will do After all, like everyone I am also just someone//
Dear fear, dear fear Why do you always tear Every sublime thing I try and create Tear away the wings When I finally procreate A trifling will to try and fly? Why do you tatter away Every dream I dared and play In the secluded mind of mine? Why do you want me to etch away From myself, each and every time? Why just why do you obscure the way Whenever I see a pathway A reason, a minute hope to stay?
Trenchant black, a tiny cry A plea for help, unheard every time Heart lacking of any reason Void of every warm season. Oh! Don't I want to try? Do you think I don't want to fly? Oh dear fear, when will you leave When will the void of insecurity that you've weaved, Will finally set me free? How long can I hope to flee? How long can I believe that I can run Believe in the coruscating sun, That just One day it will rise And someone will finally hear my cries.
--- Heya,, I know I have been away for a while- I have been taking a lil break das all But here is a poem - which I am not proud of Reason simple - I wrote it down as fast as possible I'm not sure if it's any good??? Like I'm seriously not sure about this :(
Four year old Lia will start her school. She got her first mask. Her verdant eyes bulged with anticipation as she held the piece that will obfuscate her petite face from then on.
//"Little girl, little girl - what are you doing?" "I'm washing." "Why are you washing the mask?" "If Im not clean, mama said they won't talk to me." "Then why is the marker here for?" "To draw a cute little smile!"//
“Hide away, hide away It's a game we all play Don't show them, don't show them If you do - shame! shame!”
Lia is in middle school. No one ever got a glimpse of those verdant eyes that were once present. All they saw was a cute little smile.
//"Girl! Hey, girl, what are you doing?" "Sewing this permanent smile so they can't see." "Why?" "Because or else they won't like me."//
"It will never end, never end Lavished in redolent They play the charade With a mask for an endless masquerade."
Lia is in highschool now. She always smiles. Oh - darling she is such a sweet young girl - with a sweet little smile, what woes could she ever have?
//Young girl, young girl what are you doing? "Decorating the mask so it looks alluring" "Why?" So they will all like me//
"Masked in flowers and sunshine So beautiful and so refined Life is an utter tragedy Will anyone ever be happy?"
Lia is now standing upon the rooftop. No masks to obscure her face, her eyes that were once so ardent. There wasn't any excitement - no happiness.
In her hand she held - the mask so battered. The sewing of the smile got loose. The decoration became pallid. The mask looked broken.
//Young girl, young girl what are you doing? "The mask came off. I can't do it anymore." "Why?" "It won't fit anymore. It broke. They will never like me.//
- Another life flows away - Thanks to the tragic play, Drowning in tragedy Whimsical mask cracks through honesty -
//"Little girl, little girl - who do you want to be?" "Like a bird - I always wanna be free!"//
--- Hello hi - is it bad? This was actually inspired by a YouTube video - "being pretty" - and it's really different from my story but I got the idea about everyone is wearing a mask from there - other than that - everything was a speculation in my part about how we are told to behave in a certain way from a very young age. - so thus this piece got created.
Tear stricken faces welcomed the warriors so valour. People came out of hiding. They cheered.
Why did it seem so grim, though?
Why was the weather so sultry? Why did the sky look so stern - why did they, who were supposed to dance around, for they have won, weep in silence, their heart drenched in sorrow?
In the midst of all of this - a foot was carried along the path marred with red.
A cry etched out.
"Where is he?!"
//White roses. Supposedly so innocent. Promises. Insouciance. "I will return. I promise."//
"Madame, please don't come here." They tried stopping her - the sanguine road - the white clothes - oh! What happened to those days, when red wasn't the only thing that resonated the streets. Death wasn't the only thing that hung in the air like the wind?
"Where is he?!" Was her mantra.
//White roses. Supposedly so innocent. Now, dripped in rufescent.//
"Who are you talking about?" "Jack. Where is he?!" The soldier's grip loosened. For the lover bespoke the name of his saviour. "He -"
//White roses. Now, splattered in red. Sing the song of a lover's death. Oh! Darling, you promised. Aren't promises meant to be broken?//
By the hills - there is a story of two lovers. One a soldier - other a warrior - for both were valiant.
They made an oath - when the war broke. In each other's embrace they will return.
A rose marked their promise.
"You are lying-- it can't be- NoNO - HE PROMISED!"
//She was handed a rose. The one that has now wilted. The white that marked its beauty is now tainted in red from the blood of the lover for the oath he made. They say - he never parted from that one rose. It was always with him.//
In the end - he kept one of his promises.
//"Never will I part from this rose until I meet you - for this rose remind me of you."//
Red roses - love
---- I don't like this. I'm sleep ridden This ain't good. Sorry.
Amalgam of hues meshed altogether In a canvas of life, it's splattered everywhere
Bountiful of pink, those sweet, sweet smiles Soft happy memories that you miss once in a while
Ardent orange, a throng of prolific frisson, The times when adrenaline hits, oh! The tension.
Green cascades in life like a sudden epiphany A spark that mark one's growth, ever so slowly
Medley of blue is then meshed with dissonance Depth of life is what the colour blue resonates
Splashed purple delineate enhanced creativity, Frolicking in refined grandeur dignity.
Yellow is laced in like a bout of effervescence A time that throbs with tranquil ebullience
From penchant to penance, there is a shade for each For canvas of life is a visionary pastiche..
This post is dedicated to @guilty_as_charged // MIHIKAAAAA HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY - Like SERIOUSLY I'm so GLAD THAT I GOT MEET SOMEONE LIKE YOU HERE - YOUR SUCH A SWEET PERSON - LIKE LITERAllY AND your words ALWAYS MAKEs my day - IT'S IN A waY TO SAY THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH AN AMAZING HOOMAN - I REALLy, REALLY APPRECIATE YOU ✨❤️ Love ya✨ YOU ARE A BLESSING AND IM GLAD I GOT TO KNOW YOU this poem is all I could do?? I hope you like?
Note: Was going to post this earlier, but my cousin and I spent precious time playing our favorite games! Here it is now!
-- Ivory Tusks --
Now, they will point their shotguns to the innocent Hoping, for its loot they'll see so magnificent If even the most exiguous those will ever be Still killing for their own unquenchable degrees
Ivories bedaubing them in their sense of richness Even involving are the colloquies for its grandness Though, they seem to forget that they're erasing them Just like deforestation, all without a pitiful requiem
Now, the money sings its power and dominance Sympathy has frozen in an endless trance Tusks are all coming in as the gods to praise For the animals to suffer without even a raise
Now, they will continue on, for ivories they find If not, then how'll they feed their indoctrinated mind? Since it's blinded by it, will changes to them shine? Shining brighter is the money that's utterly sublime
Ten years of being together, worthy as a milestone Such a valuable time reaching the rigid bones Marking of such happiness and good times in unison As memories she'd assume as joy for a ton
But, the daffodil, starting to wither in its vase Implies that she is oblivious to the guy's hidden case Her husband eventually called an end to them abruptly With no reason whatsoever, they're done, callously
Her husband was not genuine to her all the time How could he? His decade worth of fools aren't sublime Just for the endless dalliances he's conducted While being the puppet for his strings concatenated
It's left the woman with rather, a stoic atmosphere The dams will overflow, but it's not overly feared Did the dying daffodil mark her day beforehand? The subconscious self, never saw the truth that stands
Therefore, the petals have remorsefully withered Tears want to trickle down as all have garnered But she's left the wounds open, like how she's let go Yet she's holding in the tears as the infection grows
Note: I really wanted to post this one, as this one came into my interest minutes ago, and wanted to write about it! Also, a single daffodil can symbolize that bad luck may be on the horizon. (Changed the title as well!)
Note: Illecebrous means "tending to attract; enticing"
-- Illecebrous Lights --
In the patches of darkness throughout the forests A captivatingly minute light in the northwest Shining among the insouciant eyes of such glow Adumbrating though is the interest being bestowed
Illecebrous scintillations enticing the minds But rather too much that it may go blind Nearing the source is the entrance of puzzlement In the middle of dark greenery sparking the sentiments
Perplexity of such origin is prevalently observed Though the body's functions still doesn't swerve The entrance just settled without a demulcent sense Still chilling the nerves, yet interest is of no dents
Enticingly walking through the door with no dogmas Still wondering what it is as a concluded enigma Though since interests fuels them like the sole vehicles Better luck to hope, for expecting a miracle
Dear mirakee, First of all let me thank you tons, for everything I got here. I first came on this platform just to write my feelings, which were usually quotes (lame ones), since then I've transformed a lot, I never knew I could actually put together words that may make some deep sense. Though I left almost for a year, and never thought I'd come back, I'm glad I did. It's so easy to just pen your feelings here, it maybe lifts the burden off a bit and yeah that feels good, no one to judge, just everyone inking from a hole in their heart. Mirakee has become like a second home, it feels so secure and warm here, to read people here is an honour actually. I was always doubtful of online friendships and all, but I think that has changed a bit now, the people I met here are amazing, it's such an saccharine feeling when you read someone and connect to them though you don't even know their name. Some writers here are so damn good, I can't even comprehend in words, though some are so underrated.
I found genuine people here who read and honestly give feedback, and there's no better feeling than some true words of appreciation. I'm really grateful for finding this platform. This is to everyone I read here, you are amazing. Though I can't mention everyone here, Thank you all.♡♡
@regina_philange2412 thank you so much for introducing me to mirakee and somewhere inspiring me. Always be the same burrow.♡♡
@shashagilbert_ I'm happy to have met a drunken emerald like you here, you're the one because of whom I started reading all the long posts and appreciating them, thank you for existing♡♡
@ariel_writes Mermaid what should I say, you are such an amazing writer that I am lucky to have met. I love reading you, you nice hooman.
@splendiferous Mahi! You and your words always make me smile, thankk youu! Keep up your vocab and magic♡♡
@chaotichunch Riddhi you and your masterpieces!! I love how you are such an easygoing person. Always be the same♡♡
Just a small piece from my vast galaxy of appreciation. ♡