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  • thewingedpen 2w

    //WARRIOR//

    Black wires connect white cells
    Resting within my forlorn flesh
    The crimson flow of toxic words
    Jerked out a vision from those restless eyes
    The gleaming glow of glassy love
    Bled out into blues and greys.
    But you see, I'll still survive
    Scribbling futile patterns inside my brain
    Tieing a few vagabond nueorons
    To breathe some unreal songs, a little more
    And stitch back my soul to this mortal body
    With pseudo-threads, sugar coated
    Don't you know, my skin is highly porous.
    I couldn't help but let the storms seep in through
    And they taught me, how to become one
    If my body had diamond edges
    I would have reflected your pristine gloom
    Into a spectre of million shades
    After all, I wasn't a gemstone
    I was a hard rock, pitch black
    But you see, I'll still survive
    Those wounds bestrewn all over the body
    Are rhythmic blotches of ink
    On creases of my papery skin
    As I'm not a fragile bud
    Wilting away with every deceitful breeze
    I'm a warrior, born to be alive.

    ©thewingedpen

    #warrior #writersnetwork #pod @writersnetwork @mirakee @siddhitiwary @insaneworld @kosachaya @mysticalmind @iammusaafiir @tomorrow_is_amazing

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  • thewingedpen 4w

    //PHANTOM//

    While trying to stab my fate
    With a blunt knife
    I forgot, destiny had already imprinted
    His wicked hands, all over my soul
    The monster inside my head
    That had caged the mind for ages
    Has now escaped,
    Not to free, but to imprison
    My mundane life, entirely
    Now, the frozen black rays of sun
    Drench the coal grounds
    Even the fuchsias smoke out blues
    Shrieking shadows hover above
    And the hemlock branches
    Weave out death traps
    All the glee, I had concealed
    In crystal jars, is now evaporating
    Singing a melancholic goodbye
    Thirsty, I crave for a drop of light
    But all I got, is the cascading apocalypse
    I tried to hide from this floating murk
    But the dark was way too stronger
    So I surrendered, letting it seep in through
    Each and every cell on my skin
    Till my soul turned jet black
    And I turned into an unknown phantom
    Feeding upon my own existence.

    ©thewingedpen

    #daymare_dare_chall by @thesparklingpoetry
    Phrases used - "the frozen black rays of sun
    drench the coal grounds" and "the hemlock branches
    weave out death traps". Both of these are written by Ashu (thesparklingpoetry)

    #phantom #monster #dark #writersnetwork @writersnetwork @siddhitiwary @insaneworld @iammusaafiir @kosachaya @tomorrow_is_amazing @laughing_soul @theroyalhighness @bewitched

    PC - Natalia Drepina

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  • thewingedpen 4w

    //LABELS//

    Some words are opaque
    Like those glass walls barricading my mind
    Half- burnt alphabets
    Embellished with sophisticated desires
    Yet perishable
    Yes, promises too are perishable

    (Your love was also perishable. Those rumbling waves never reached its destination, the shore)

    I wonder if humans had labels
    Young eyeballs growing darker
    As the ticking clocks
    Strokes lives with mundane hues
    An old, forlorn parchment attached to 'innocence'
    Reads, "Fragile, handle with care."
    Bodies moulded out of hatred and gloom.
    Turning love into ashes

    (The heart, resting in a cage of my ghastly bones, is 20% flesh and 80% empty void)

    Invisible wrinkles on invisible souls
    Souls counting minutes inside mortal bodies.
    Bestrewn with microscopic scars, too small to be seen
    Yet deeper than the darkest abyss.
    Clutching innumerable tags growing on their skin
    Yet the hollow hope, alive in those eyes.
    Someone would know the worth of their love.

    (I've kept my emotions in the cold storage, for the day if you ever decide to trace those cursed footsteps, again)

    ©thewingedpen

    I've tried to write a little differently than my usual style. Drop your reviews upon this. It'll help me improve.

    #labels #tag #innocence #love #writersnetwork #pod @writersnetwork @mirakee @siddhitiwary @insaneworld @kosachaya @iammusaafiir @theroyalhighness @silent_thinker_farha2212 @laughing_soul @thefuturestar

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  • thewingedpen 4w

    PAIN ADDICTED

    Drenched in the dripping droughts
    Feeding on some empty thoughts
    Whilst I'm thirsty for another sip,
    I'm drunk high on dark tonight.

    Once, a few weeds of light
    Grew, creeping up on the broken window
    But soon did they die out,
    Inhaling the toxic fumes I exhale.

    The infrasonic murmur of silence,
    Is now my favorite song
    They blend smoothly
    With the unrhymed tunes,
    I sing in my parched solitudes.

    I tore the peace into pieces
    Oh! That would make a beautiful collage
    Hanging on the noisy wall.
    I fill mason jars, not with fireflies,
    But with the gloomy molecules
    Roaming around in thin air.

    They say "pain is nightmare"
    But I know, it's a complex art
    Understood only by a few
    So I practice more of it,
    Scratching out my wounds,
    To seek a drop of crimson pain
    Left untouched in my veins.

    I inject a little carbon black (pain)
    While listening to the sad stories,
    The walls whisper, silently, in my ears
    I feel a bittersweet solace
    As the toxins tip toe down the body.

    Pain is an addiction
    And dark, my soulmate

    //A drug, can't survive with,
    Can't survive without //

    ©thewingedpen

    #pain #walls #addiction #dark #writersnetwork #pod @writersnetwork @mirakee @siddhitiwary @silent_thinker_farha2212 @theroyalhighness @kosachaya @iammusaafiir @insaneworld

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    Pain addicted

    They say "pain is nightmare"
    But I know, it's a complex art
    Understood only by a few
    So I practice more of it,
    Scratching out my wounds,
    To seek a drop of crimson pain
    Left untouched in my veins.

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  • thewingedpen 7w

    BURNT CLOUDS

    Bleed out the blues from the clouds above
    Inside your heart, a typhoon swirls
    A ship without sailor, submerged

    You spilt out the scarred bruises
    To seek pain through the dark
    Bleed out the blues from the clouds above

    The springs wilted, before you could touch
    Now your room changes, seasons every minute
    Inside your heart, a typhoon swirls

    You struggle, to find somebody among the nobodies
    And your soul dwells, somewhere in the midst of nowhere
    A ship without sailor, submerged

    ©thewingedpen

    Cascade poem

    The cascade poem was a form invented by Udit Bhatia. For the cascade poem, a poet takes each line from the first stanza of a poem and makes those the final lines of each stanza afterward. Beyond that, there are no additional rules for rhyming, meter, etc. It has variable length. A cascade with tercet (which is the above poem) looks like: ABC abA cdB efC.

    Well, I found this poetry form while searching the web for Carolyn ma'am's challenge, but being super duper late ��, I'm not posting it as a challenge submission.

    #poetry #cascade #ceesreposts #writersnetwork @writersnetwork @siddhitiwary @kosachaya @tomorrow_is_amazing @iammusaafiir @theroyalhighness @silent_thinker_farha2212

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    Burnt clouds

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  • thewingedpen 8w

    NIGHTFALL

    Oh what a tangled web we weave,
    With our finger tips, fragile
    Entwining suicidal sighs
    And several silent cries

    I drape myself in mystique hues,
    Whom you perceive as black and white
    My voice seeps in through,
    Cracked walls and shattered glass
    As the night curtains my lies.

    My tears flow smoothly
    On parched paper and deserted rhymes,
    Whilst I breathe inked verses
    And the fragments of a cold fire reunite

    I ask for a little stardust,
    To fill the empty spaces inside my bones
    While the last drop of moonlight evaporates
    And the wildflowers growing on my skin,
    Shed their petals, turning grey

    My lips shimmer like moonglade,
    On a beautiful tranquil lake
    But they fail to taste
    The rainbow, golden sunshine
    Ah! the beaded necklace 'round the neck
    Is more like rusted chains.

    Walking blindfolded amidst the woods
    With feet on dry leaves,
    Or feet on broken clocks, lost
    I envy the black holes,
    How they gulp down everything
    And still remain an empty void
    While every word, slipping away from my tongue,
    Chokes my mind

    Reading the hollow scribblings,
    Upon the walls of my heart
    Decoding the encrypted whispers within
    As I must wake up my soul,
    Before I sleep tonight.

    ©thewingedpen

    My submission for #ceeswhataweb challenge by Carolyn ma'am.
    The first line of the above poem is by Sir Walter Scott.

    #night #ceesreposts #writersnerwork @writersnetwork @mirakee @siddhitiwary @kosachaya @silent_thinker_farha2212 @theroyalhighness

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    Nightfall

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  • thewingedpen 9w

    Here's my submission for #ceeslyricluv challenge. I've transformed the lyrics and used the line "I've been running through the jungle" and "to get to you" from song 'wolves' by Marshmallow ft. Selena Gomez.

    So here we go:
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    In your lies, I see a truth
    So less to gain, too much to lose
    Little pain, a little hope
    Love or life, don't make me choose.

    I wanna kiss you like moon kisses sea at the night,(night)
    Tracing the edges of love, with our hearts being alight.

    I've been running through the jungle
    I've been slaying down the storms
    To get to you, to get to you.
    I've been down the deepest oceans
    Heard the reaper's sombre tune
    To get to you, to get to you.
    I've looked for dark in every rainbow,
    Let my throat spill tornado
    All for you, all for you.
    I've been running through the jungle
    I've been crying with the stars
    To get to you, to get to you(oh to get to you).

    Your silence kills, my heart's song
    My shadow haunts when you're not along.
    My love's grave, is deepening
    Return back and stitch my wings.

    I wanna kiss you like moon kisses sea at the night,(night)
    Tracing the edges of love, with our hearts being alight.

    (Refrain)
    I've been running through the jungle
    I've been slaying down the storms
    To get to you, to get to you.
    I've been down the deepest oceans
    Heard the reaper's sombre tune
    To get to you, to get to you.
    I've looked for dark in every rainbow,
    Let my throat spill tornado
    All for you, all for you.
    I've been running through the jungle
    I've been crying with the stars
    To get to you, to get to you (oh to get to you).

    Back to refrain

    ©thewingedpen

    #ceesreplay #writersnetwork #ceesreposts @writersnetwork #lyrics @siddhitiwary @kosachaya @silent_thinker_farha2212 @laughing_soul

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    To get to you

    (lyrics in caption)

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  • thewingedpen 10w

    UNSUNG LULLABY

    Take me to the woods
    Where nature silently sighs
    Every withered leaf calls my name
    To read their forgotten story
    And hear the unheard cries, fading
    As time slithered away,
    Through cracks and holes in humanity
    How brutally the bird's sweet song
    Was engulfed by mobile ringtones
    The river that flowed gracefully,
    Clinking her anklets at every curve
    Is now trapped, losing her soul
    Impure, in bottles of development
    After chopping her leafy arms
    And pressing into paper
    I write a melancholic tune,
    With ink stains and tear stains,
    An ode to mother nature
    Sick of this worldly life,
    Sick of all these crimes
    I return to you, tired, broken
    O mother nature, take me in your lap
    And sing me to sleep.

    ©thewingedpen

    My submission for the challenge #wordsandnature
    by @birajv

    #nature #humanity #writersnetwork #pod @writersnetwork @siddhitiwary @kosachaya @silent_thinker_farha2212 @iammusaafiir @tomorrow_is_amazing @mirakee

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    Unsung Lullaby

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  • thewingedpen 12w

    A poem is not a bunch of fancy metaphors
    Placed precisely on paper
    Like ornaments on a damsel's body
    A poem is a whole planet, lively
    Born out of a nebula of countless emotions
    Thoughts and situations, violent, cacophonic
    But ending up in a serene calmness
    A poem isn't always a soothing breeze,
    After a hot, summer day
    Dressed in vibrant hues of love and bliss
    Sometimes, it's as dark as a burnt dream
    Hazy, obscure, like a misty window pane
    On a freezing winter night
    Sharp, like the death reaper's scythe
    Or the last goodbye of a falling autumn leaf
    But every time you write, the words recite
    The muted verses of your soul
    After all, isn't writing a journey of self-discovery?
    And poem it's end result?

    ©thewingedpen

    #poem #journey #selfdiscovery #result #writing #pod #writersnetwork @writersnetwork @agnecia_buenos @silent_thinker_farha2212
    @siddhitiwary @theroyalhighness @iammusaafiir @laughing_soul @kosachaya @mirakee

    Vocabulary-
    Scythe- weapon carried by death
    Obscure- unknown or uncertain

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    Knitted words

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