the_black_angel

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  • the_black_angel 2w

    The bearers of pain,
    Whose flesh have turned into a grave,
    With bruises of a leather belt touching skin.

    The length of their skirt,
    Defines their character.
    Pink and being sacrificial
    Should be in their nature.

    The kitchen is their home,
    Talking back is a sin.
    Why would you want to step out?
    It's a a scary world for a woman.

    Born with blue,
    Being dominant
    Should be their hue.

    Hidden behind a veil,
    To never let emotions control their face.
    Their flaws should never be there,
    Because for the world,
    Boys can't shed a tear.

    We need a change,
    For the the world to bloom.
    So boys can weep,
    And girls can step out,
    With all their fears cast away.
    ~© ananya s.
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  • the_black_angel 5w

    When it rains,
    In the streets
    The city thrives
    Under grey skies
    And flickering streetlights.

    Paper boats sail to the shore,
    With silly kids on their tail.
    Some are careful along their way,
    While some just like to jump and splash away.
    A street filled with colourful striped umbrellas,
    But the little drops of rain
    Can spot some black ones here and there.

    An earthy smell fills the air,
    And the earthworms like to crawl out and play.
    The street turns into a muddy mirror,
    Which reflects the person
    Who looks up to the sky
    And lets the pitter patter wash their tears away.
    But a few beating hearts stand still,
    With umbrellas covering half of their face,
    Only their calm smile visible,
    With the beautiful noise of
    Drops falling on a surface.

    The street just turns
    A little soft and serene,
    On such a nice rainy day.
    ~© ananya s.
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  • the_black_angel 8w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #pod #wod @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay

    Happy Raksha Bandhan ✨✨��♥️♥️

    It's a festival of sibling love where a brother promises to always protect his sister no matter what!!! It's a rly beautiful festival!✨��

    This poem if for my lovleist brother and my fabulous twin ����♥️♥️❤️

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    Three Musketeers

                         
                                             
    The boy,
    Who can weave a crown of stars for me.
    Who touches the sky,
    But would still bend down for me.
    Who would catch a falling star,
    To make my wish come true.
    Who can make me smile,
    When the days seem blue.

    The boy,
    Who could pull his own beating heart out for me,
    And  touches my cheek so gently,
    To show me what true love really means.
    And I know,
    He'd always surround me,
    Even if he's miles away from me.
    He gave a little piece of his heart to me,
    To let me know,
    He's always there for me.

    He's the only one,
    Whom I call my big brother.
    Because he made a promise,
    To always protect his little sister.

    The girl,
    Who holds the other piece of my heart,
    And is 300 seconds younger than me.
    Our strings can never be drawn apart,
    No matter how fragile they may be.

    My stars would be imperfect,
    Without her name imprinted on them.
    If it wasn't for my only twin,
    Who'd be my partner in crime?

    My heart squeezes,
    Whenever she weeps.
    And her legs go weak,
    Whenever I fall to my knees.

    Our souls are connected,
    And we root each other.
    And I'm her star,
    Who shines the brightest for her.

    We are the,
    Three musketeers in a boat,
    Who always sail together.
    And I hope,
    We'll always be brother and sisters,
    For our seven lives to be.
    ~©ananya s.
                                               
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  • the_black_angel 8w

    Beneath the shattered silver sky,
    We collected the broken pieces
    To stop the heavens from bleeding.

    But the blood spilled on the sky,
    And the stars rained down like tears.
    The moon dribbled to the ground,
    While we ran through all our pain,
    Gasping for air.

    A rose on our cheek,
    Slipping on our own sins.
    In our fists,
    We tightly held
    What was dear to us
    Careful to never let it slip past.

    We kept running through the darkness,
    With our demons close behind.
    Even with our closed eyes,
    We could see a new light.

    Then we finally opened our eyes,
    The brightest blue sky in our sight.
    A perfect new canvas,
    To paint a new day,
    With no traces of being broken,
    From the other day.

    ~©ananya s.
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  • the_black_angel 9w

    Soo this is an improvisation of one of my poems which I posted earlier��

    #mirakee #writersnetwork @writersbay @mirakee @writersnetwork #pod #wod

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    It was all in her head,
    The thoughts that could never be said.
    She kept screaming for help,
    In the coldest corner of her head,
    But her voice could never escape.

    She could taste defeat on herself,
    The loser in the game of life.
    Who gave up too easily,
    Instead of trying.
    But her heart was the strongest,
    Who fought till the end.
    Even if she wished to become
    Numb to all the pain.

    A tornado was brewing inside her head,
    But no one could hear the sirens go off.
    So one last time,
    She thought about her depression,
    And prayed,
    That it would never clung onto someone ever.

    The sand slipped thru her fingers,
    She couldn't hold the petals together.
    Bad blood leaked from her heart,
    The wounds just got deeper and deeper.
    Unfamiliar voices echoed in her head,
    Marked by the stigma of failure.
    Her dreams withered and crumbled,
    Band aids failing to hold her together.
    Pitiful tears staining her cheeks,
    And there were flaws in her coding.
    Hidden behind the veil of hopelessness,
    All she could see was shades of grey.
    So she slit her wrists and let herself bleed away,
    Until she could feel her misery fade away.

    ~ananya s.
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  • the_black_angel 10w

    The mirror is same,
    But it's me who's changed.
    It's me
    Who now values the mirror,
    Before it cracks.
    It's me
    Who now values the relationships,
    Before they turn into distant gaps.

    My younger self,
    Is standing behind the mirror.
    And like the time,
    The glass stands between us.
    She's looking me
    Straight in the eyes,
    And her look tells me,
    She's proud with who I have become.

    It's me,
    My younger self.
    Who suffered the loss.
    But I was the one
    Who learnt from those mistakes.

    And all the magic she felt,
    Still twinkles in my life.
    Like the twilight,
    After a dark night.

    The only flower,
    Both of us still hold
    Blooms with the
    Name of hope.

    ~© ananya s.
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  • the_black_angel 13w

    #suicide #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersbay #pod #wod #mirakeefamily
    @writersbay
    Pls let me know if I can improve it in any way plsssssss!!!!!!!!! The theme was self destruction so I wrote about suicide.

    And pls suggest me some names for poetry collections!!!❤️����

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    The sand was slipping thru her fingers,
    She couldn't hold the petals together.
    Bad blood leaked from her heart,
    The wounds just got deeper and deeper.
    Unfamiliar voices echoed in her head,
    Marked by the stigma of failure.
    Her dreams withered and crumbled,
    Band aids failed to hold her together.
    Pitiful tears stained her cheeks,
    And there were flaws in her coding.
    Hidden behind the veil of hopelessness,
    All she could see were shades of grey.
    So she slit her wrists and let herself bleed away,
    Until she could feel her misery fade away.
    ~©ananya s.
    ©the_black_angel

  • the_black_angel 13w

    #blue_charades #pod #wod #writersnetwork @bluepuppy01
    A difficult challenge�� let me know ur guesses on what u think she's doing!! I know it's not that good but at least I tried hehe��

    Can someone plss suggest some poetry Collection names to me!??? Pretty please��

    Oh and I've started writing a book on wattpad.
    If ur on wattpad, pls follow me!!����
    @a_winter_flower is my username on wattpad.
    And pls do suggest some poetry collection names to me!! And if someone wants maybe I can post the synopsis of my book here if u would like to take a look.��

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    Her fingers wrapped around a slim object,
    As her wrist started moving in rythm,
    To the music seeping in through the ears.
    Her ears are covered,
    To stop all the hubbub.
    As she tilts her head to the left,
    To observe the piece sitting before her.
    Then again,
    She stirs only her wrist,
    And not her elbow.
    As she advances her left hand,
    Right in front of her eyes.
    She squinted and stared at it for a while,
    Her left fingers folded and unfolded,
    As if to measure the size of the piece lying before her eyes.
    She suddenly retreated her stretched out hand,
    And her right hand started moving in perfection,
    To create some black marks,
    Applying pressure at some points,
    To darken it up a bit,
    And sometimes moving light as a feather to mark it white.
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  • the_black_angel 14w

    #blue_moonpic #mirakee #writersnetwork #pod #wod @bluepuppy01 @mirakee @writersnetwork

    Challenge by @cyan_rose
    I guess I'm a lil late for the challenge lol but had fun doing this challenge!

    The moon is the narrator and he describes the world which lies between the sun and the stars and it's quite mystical and ethereal (at least in my imagination,it is). The beauty of this world always attracts the moon, but this time he is distracted by a pair of enchanting and somewhat sad eyes. Everything that person whispers is being carried to the moon thru the wind and he is able to hear all the secrets of that person. I hope that my words are enough to describe the vision of the world which I imagined����!

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    Between the sun and the stars,
    Lies some hushed words.
    Where the jars of hope glimmer in the dark,
    Each dream disparate from the last.
    A place where poetry comes to life,
    Where strepitous shouts,
    Sound like the white noise.
    The reverie of the pouring raindrops,
    To fall on the shimmering stars.
    But I was distracted by your crestfallen eyes,
    While the wind carried your whispers through the night.
    ~ananya s.
    ©the_black_angel

  • the_black_angel 14w

    #tbnc #mirakee #writersnetwork @writersnetwork @mirakee #pod @writersbay #wod

    This is the tale behind my username ugh������
    Hehehe great challenge tho��

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    She was a fallen grace,
    Black curtains draped around her face.
    A little evil running in her veins,
    Pure innocence adorned her frame
    She was a little white angel,
    Who craved for madness.
    A devil in a black dress,
    Ruling over the heavens.
    Her angelic face,
    Had the most devious thoughts.
    She hid a darkness beyond all fears,
    And the beautiful smile faded in her eyes.
    Her white wings burnt to ashes,
    She was the black angel,
    Who symbolised a beginning of the end.
    ~©ananya s.