A combination of 3 - 1. Mayhem challenge 2. Complete challenge 3. Find 4 words challenge
Once upon a time there was a girl Who embraced her wild self with pride She enjoyed the chaos and mayhem Which always followed her trail
A playful child she is... Even though Life itself was her favorite game, She flirted with death.. They played A game of hide and seek...
But who is hiding ? Who is seeking ? No one knew.... The game continued... When clouds of tranquility covered her, Thoughts rained in her mind so hard
She took refuge in her pen and paper She let her feelings overflow... Poetry Isn't that the exact definition of it ? She was not a poet... She was a poem !
Was ? Oh ! It's because... She is gone... Scribbling away her life is what she did Earned some.. paid the price with her life A beautiful poem killed herself !
Her last words were not heard Just like all her words until then But a kind heart sheltered her soul She finished her last work and left
The world woke up to her death A celebration of life... It seems They mourned her, they partied... They gifted flowers to her tomb
They didn't know her heart at all She could see , hear and feel them all She wished for those flowers when alive Now she got a tomb full of them !
Epitaph ~ Here lies a loyal soul Who weaved a million dreams Who showed the prettiest smile Who spoke words so sweet Who always shine so bright Who never lost hope Who always wished for peace Whose only sin was love !
(This poem was actually the first I posted here on Mirakee, but also comes from the "lost notebook" that my recent posts also were written in. Again, these poems are from the darkest period of my life and this particular piece I remember well because it was the ending of an eleven year relationship with a woman I believed I would spend my life with...this was not to be.)
Here we come upon the season of a beautiful harvest. Let us gather our positive energies that will take our lives to a nirvanas farthest. To some of us, we consider this a new year. In a cauldron of a peace, an encouragement I wish to brew.
Here, we have shared our love, our anger, our pain. To put words on a canvas keeps me from going insane. We should find the positive in such a negative world. A harvest of goodness, love, and grace that's to be our superlative.
Let us learn of a true life that you, mam and sir, deserve to be living. In our deepest nature, aren't we truly giving? Take a peak outside of that inner tormoil. Let happiness and joy be our spiritual dinner.
Yes, my friends, let's celebrate a beautiful harvest together. Knowing that we are not here forever. My deepest desire are for these words to help. To see ourselves differently, just to feel anew.