If my heart was a house this is what you'll see...
The door always open and unlocked,
For anyone to barge in violently or invade silently
The doorknob rusty, broken and fallen down
Beside the withered doormat with a faded welcome sign,
You'll get no greetings or warm receptions from this side
You'll be free to visit and leave on your own will
As long as you don't plan on staying the night
The first thing you'll notice upon entering the house
Is how the wallpaper is scraped, and all the furniture is gone
You'll tremble upon the burnt carpet,
And make faces upon how the house smells of death.
And when you'll gaze upon the cracked columns,
You'll wonder how the place hasn't collapsed into a rubble till now
And after climbing up the noisy stairs,
To visit a more deceased air
You'll be revisited by the memories
Of a place which once stood aflare
You'll be trapped inside a raging wildfire
Like the one which set fire to my soul
You'll be surrounded by the flames of angst
and they'll be shredding through your soul
But before you up and leave the house,
All burnt from your head to your feet
I insist you upon paying your visits
To the room where once she lived
The santuary down the hall, and over to the right
Which is now but a closed box of 4 walls,
with nothing breathing inside but lies
And you must take a piece of her soul
And slide it down your pockets before you go
So when you'll think of leaving a house like this
You'll be redirected again to this haunting show
©veloc1ty_
veloc1ty_
“When death captures me,” the boy vowed, “he will feel my fist on his face.”
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veloc1ty_ 2d
My submission for an instagram prompt by @/keephersecret.
PS:- FICTION
#writersnetwork #mirakee -
You're like a song that people fall in love with
on the very first listen.
©veloc1ty_ -
veloc1ty_ 1w
The last time I heard this song, I ended up crying really bad, which is strange for a song that is nowhere near sad and which doesn't have a depressing tone. It's actually a beautiful melody, coupled with pretty guitar strings and the soft voice of Arko complementing it well but still I cried.
Coz The first time I heard this song, it wasn't Arko singing it nor was it the finely produced studio version that can be easily found on any of the online music streaming platforms. It was a simple voice recording, without any beat or music, just a young lady singing her way through Urdu words she had no idea about. And somehow I prefer her version over his.
And this girl has no clue how many times I've sat in a corner and weeped my innocent heart out listening to it. And she isn't here anymore to see me failing to gather myself up through every listen, but maybe if the sky has a peephole and my ceiling isn't there anymore, she can catch a glimpse of me.
Normally it takes a little time before I start my weeping session. During the first few seconds, I have this constant smile or rather a memory of the smile I used to wear listening to it in the early days but as the song progresses, my smile starts to crumble and my face collapses into my knees. My cotton shorts are right there to help in absorbing the pool of tears I end up breaking loose.
"Mere dil ke lifafe mein
Tera khat hai janiya
Nacheez ne kaise paa li
Jannat yeh janiya ve"
This line is where I give in, this particular line, is where I'm at my lowest and it's where I take off my earphones to bury my head deeper into my lap. And while a silent sugary voice crawls out of the earphones, it doesn't make it past my ear which is largely populated by my own loud sobs at this point. And as the line suggests that I was fortunate enough to have witnessed this beautiful heaven before my eyes, it fails to mention how I didn't have the luck to keep it with me forever.
©veloc1ty_.
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veloc1ty_ 1w
to be in a constant awe of a singular being for a hefty period of time is what this love-deprived world calls as the act of being in love. to cherish every single second spent in their presence, to reminisce every little memory created with them, living a life that only showcases the parts where they are present, is a wondrous thing.
to be in a constant motion with respect to the earth and sun, yet not hating the oncoming changes is a feeling of satisfaction felt only by a few luckier ones. and to be with the person who is responsible for those changes in you and for the better, is truly a feeling felt by the luckier ones.
to be in a company of a being who helps you morph into the kind of person you always were but never got to be. you rediscover your lost quirks and senses through the eyes of your person and feel comfortable to finally settle into a skin you never believed you'll get to be in.
and i refuse to believe that there isn't anyone as such tailor-made for you. a person with interests that excite you, characteristics that mirror you, nuances that stop you in your tracks and eyes that carry love only to be poured inside yours. i simply refuse to believe that they don't exist. you, my friend, just haven't stumbled upon them yet.
©veloc1ty_ -
veloc1ty_ 1w
What is poetry if not a controlled outburst of suppressed emotions?
What are words if not a swarm of roars before
a trudging silence?
we've lived our entire lives, hiding behind closed doors, which are knocked on often but seldom do they get heard. and our voices are likely to be shut down before our words could reach out for help through the medium of air. so we resort to poetry, where we get to print them out safely while staying submerged
some words are thrown around aimlessly while some fit right into the theme. some words are positioned with utmost certainty while some are later replaced by their pretty counterparts. and some poor novices of redundancy are reduced to spaces before our thoughts could take the final form.
And once done, we stand irritably on empty streets with these fierce placards held upright in our palms and dejection taped all around our mouths. our eyes search for another set of eyes to lend us their ears to what our mouths couldn't utter but our fates are sealed tighter than our lips, so what comes our way is nothing but a nonpolite rejection.
©veloc1ty_.
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veloc1ty_ 2w
the absence clocked up in the empty cradle echoes deeply. the soft lining of the bedsheet awaits for your weight to push against it. i dust it off twice a week, i offer my best efforts to keep it new, to match them with the unboxed toys we've bought for you. they are missing you more than these empty arms of mine, or maybe not. i didn't get the chance to warm you in my embrace, feed you in my arms, kiss your little nose and your smile. ive wailed a river thinking i'll never get to hush you when you cry your own naive heart out.
the curtains covering your window are grey,
and mine are tainted with black. yours are dancing on the thin line between light and dark but mine have stopped moving and have broken down. they've hid themselves in the shadows, away from all the shine. just how i hover in the places where there is no light.
love, i miss you badly when i place my hands over my empty belly, it hurts a little. a little or a lot, i can't differentiate it at all. my reality is a big blur with grey patches stitched at every corner. and it's tearing me apart every second im able to breathe holding this empty graveyard in my palms.
//when grief took the place of my young one inside my womb, i was deprived of a chance at having a kin and my kin was deprived of a change at having a life.//
©veloc1ty_
I wrote this for a prompt for an Insta poetry competition (._.) The lines is the //..// are also mine.
My prompt was Miscarriagewhen grief took the place of my young one inside my womb, i was deprived of a chance at having a kin and my kin was deprived of a change at having a life.
©veloc1ty_ -
veloc1ty_ 2w
anxiety's a silent drop of water penetrating the stillness of my calm mind, severing the surface with wildness and diving into it, to add up to the volume of chaos that rests dormant inside it. it charges at me like a fanatic, sending across a range of tiny ripples that die even before reaching the shore but it's enough to rattle my mental state.
and pain is like a hot spice that has lost all of its hotness, so it sits steady on the edges of my tongue waiting patiently for the crisis to arrive but it ends up not stinging me as much as it was meant to. It simply dissolves in with my inability to stir an emotion in the hot pot of the feelings i overcooked for myself.
numbness is its byproduct, a strange feeling or rather the absence of it, and it has stuck to my skin for way too long now. it all began with the collapse of a stack of intangible thoughts, starting from the least of dangerous ones to the ones that are unfavourably violent. but eventually it shaped my thought train, sushing the frightened child in me that has recently been orphaned. and as any other orphanage, it took care of me when no one bothered to.
now hope to me, is like a wet matchstick that doesn't answer properly to the whistling of spark. the fire within me has died long ago, and the fireplace that held the ceremony is now occupied by the uninvited cold. my bones shiver from inside and my lungs fail to catch a brea(k/th). time did what it had to, and im not absurd enough to hold it accountable for its actions. coz time was merely the cold water that (soak/sav)ed me from a third degree burn without realizing it would leave me freezing with a bitter cold mark in the process.
©veloc1ty_
Bg: Album cover of Circles by Mac Miller.
Used in an attempt to pay tribute to him coz listening to it urged me to write this. ❤
@writersnetwork ty for the kind repost (._.)
#allthewnreposts
Yay, I'm still worthy ❤.
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veloc1ty_ 3w
I hope this gives strength to those who can't stand up for themselves. ❤
To anonymous,
First things first, I wasn't spreading any rumours, I just happened to talk to a few of your victims, which btw are so many of them. like literally every other girl has been approached by you in this fake trap of love. and i came to know about this very late xd till then there were already a hundred such stories about you.
So yea lol im not ruining your name. woh toh tumne khud kiya hai aisi harkate karke. believe me, im actively trying not to get involved in this xd lucky you :P
but i think its high time you wake the fuck up. you should be working on your own behavior rather than blaming people for calling you out. coz for you it may not seem that serious of an offense, it might be fun or relief from depression or whatever the fuck you have, but for the girls it's life ruining, you are fucking RUINING their lives. do you even get it??????? using LOVE for such a vile purpose. and i feel so bad for every girl you start targeting. i feel bad coz i cant tell them how an asshole of a person you are. i feel so helpless.
and you want a war lmao. bruh you're out there abusing girls who aren't even 18. NOT EVEN 18. and YOU want a war WITH ME? LMAO
are you stupid enough to believe that none of the girls took ss? xD like are you that fucking dumb? xd
lucky for you, im just trying to lay low. i already have a lot of my own problems to deal with. so im not gonna get more into this. this is my first and last post about you and your issue. it isn't my war anyways, unless you wanna bring it to me :3
just be happy with the fact that the girls haven't fucked you up yet xd you have no idea how many people DESPISE YOU. you should be worried more about them, rather than me. *sighs*
hope you get your act together.
and be a better guy.
have a nice 2021.
peace☮Life is a balance,
You lose your grip, you can slip into an abyss
No doubt you see these (people) trippin'
Ego in charge of every move, he's a star
And we can't look away
Due to the days that he caught our hearts
He's falling apart, but we deny it
Justifying that half-ass shit he dropped, we always buy it
When he tell us he a genius but it's clearer lately
It's been hard for him to look into the mirror lately
There was a time when this (guy) was my hero, maybe
That's the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take
'Cause I believed him when he said his shit was purer and he
The type of (guy) that swear he real but all around him's fake
The women, the dickriders, you know, the yes men
Nobody with the balls to say somethin' to contest him
So he grows out of control
Into the person that he truly was all along, it's startin' to show
Damn, wonder what happened
Maybe it's my fault for idolizing (people)
Based off the words they be rappin'
But come to find out, these (people) don't even write they shit
Hear some new style bubblin' up, then they bite the shit
Damn, that's what I get for lyin' to myself
Well, fuck it, what's more important is he's cryin' out for help
While the world's eggin' him on, I'm beggin' him to stop
And playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it, false prophets
-False prophets by J. Cole -
veloc1ty_ 4w
Part 5: (Christmas special) #unnamedrnxd
"Is it an animal? Is it a new car?" I wondered.
"Nah, knowing dad, that's never gonna happen. So if it's an animal, will it bite me? Will it tear me apart? Possibly! Will it hurt a lot?" several such questions circled around my mind while I was tracing the path towards outside. could have been a dog or a wolf but I was praying it wasn't the latter.
"Hurry up Memp, fir won't eat you." My dad shouted, as if he read the panic and fear from my face.
And in my mind, I was relieved, coz
1. It wasn't an animal
2. And that significantly reduced the possibility of me being getting mauled.
3. I didn't have to go the shop now. He had just made my job easier.
Or so I thought, coz I was right only until I reached outside.
He,
had
bought,
the biggest tree he could find, making it harder not just to bring it inside in that freezing cold but also the thing that was about to follow shortly; decorating that massive piece of wood and leaves.
Apparently my dad was fond of big things, and no that wasn't a silent nod at my mom, even though her weight was significantly on the healthier side of things. And talking about weight, I lost a few pounds myself, trying to bring that mammoth tree inside all by myself.
I dragged it in somehow, courtesy to all the power the 8AM bacon and eggs had provided me with. After keeping it in a suitable corner, I took a sigh of relief and stretched out my back. I saw Sara standing at the kitchen counter in awe, and before she could part her lips, I said quickly, " I call dibs on the top half".
The top part of the tree being smaller in circumference fetched in lesser amount of work needed to be done.
But my wife, pretending to be deaf to the sound of my bark, said quietly, " I'm taking the top half, hon."
I lost the bid, being smaller in authority and that fetched in more amount of work needed to be done.
After cleaning the house for about 2 hours, we finally started setting up the Chistmas tree by 5PM.
Everything was ready; the tree, a box of tinsel and candy canes, ornaments, lights, beads and a bright star that would sit at the top. The deal was of 50/50 labour; the bottom half of the tree was under my assignment while she had the task of decoration the top, along with the privilege of placing the star on the top.
I started draping the naked tree with a golden tinsel and she overlapped it with a silver one. Then after finishing the box of tinsel, we went in with the carton of candy canes. The red and white canes, of the size of a small hotdog you get by the street, were thrown in between the mid and the end section of the tree. Then, we clipped ornaments balls on the ends of each branch. They looked like shiny spherical earrings, something that those models from fashion shows would flaunt on the ramp. We hung a garland of charteuse beads on top of the leaves and stuck three socks in the front. One for me, one for Sara and one for my father.
Sara had to stay on the ladder for the entirety of the task and that made me feel less sad about the choice that was snatched away by my wife with cruelty. Suddenly, the bottom section didn't seem that bad.
" How's everything up there?" I jokingly said to her, sitting near the end of the tree with my legs folded comfortably.
" You look smaller than usual", she replied in a soft voice, struggling to stay steady on the steps.
" How's your back?" I poked at her again.
"NEVER BEEN BETTER" she sighed and rolled over her eyes.
"I'd like an update on that as soon as you get down" I requested.
She looked at me with pure hatred, held the stare for a second and mumbled, "Sure thing, babe."
After troubling her for a good couple of minutes, I got up and unwrapped the box of lights. I tied them all around the tree by myself, and that concluded with 95% of the work. The remaining part was the star placing ceremony, the grand satisfaction that I was robbed off with great malice.
Sara did the honours and extended her small hands towards the top of the fir and carefully placed the star on its head within a few seconds.
" Check for the angle, please?" She requested, still hanging at the top of the ladder, "Is it tilted or correct?" Her soft voice echoed like elixir in my ears. She looked at me with innocence and waited patiently to hear me spell out those three magical words.
" It....is......Perrrrfeccttt!" I affirmed with a smile.
She smiled back and got down from the stairs and went "ughhhh" touching her back.
" Thanks for the quick ". I grinned at her.
Everything was now done. It was finally time to give to the tree as it was looking beautiful but incomplete. The lights weren't ! So I went towards the light switch and turned it on. And with a flick of a switch, the room just lit BRIGHT. It radiated warmth like sunshine and to be there, accompanied by people who exhibited affection and love, it felt as if we were visited by the first morning of Summer.
Dad rose from the couch and looked at us with content. He smiled and approved of the tree.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS, KIDS!" He cheered with great laughter, as he was Santa himself.
Me and Sara looked at each other as and joined in together in his celebration, holding hands tight, smiling at the sight of the tree we'd just out of love.
©veloc1ty_
End of chapter 2
Merry Christmas in advance :") ❤️.
-
veloc1ty_ 4w
The sanguine light that shined bright from her heart
made sure I never faced darkness again.
©veloc1ty_
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shreyah 1d
I step on the wire, I believe in pain,
deposit polaroids of love in Amsterdam
where my night visions evolve from zero
and reflect upon the smokin' mirrors
that cry battles of history engraved
upon thunder and friction, for the
dragons of my mind imagine demons,
ink monsters and create warriors.
©shreyah || 19-01-21
#dragons
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Written in an admiration of "Imagine Dragons" ( Pop band )
Title of their songs and albums are used in the write-up..
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asmita_chakraborty 21h
Are they only sojourners at my place?
Lost I am in this unconvincing time
Of conflicting faith and race,
Of deliberate caste and tribe
Of hopelessly injuring ownself.
These are the guests at my place
Tired I am of managing them
Their soullessness and deleterious self
They are so demanding and obsessed.
They are teaching my child to unlove
To dominate and dictate
To curse and to abuse
To highlight differences and feel great.
Their impacts are malevolent
They are notorious and cruel
My neighborhood is disturbed
My relatives behave reluctant.
They preach the worst in the name of God
They mean the sin in the name of sacrifice
They determine the richest in the name of best
They show the hell in the name of heaven.
Their stay is the test to check for our innerselves
To check our temperament and logical sense
If the delicate gift of humanity still prevails ?
Are they only sojourners at my place?
Or are ménage now itself?
©asmita_chakraborty
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Here ' I ' is indicative of the modernizing world
The ' guests ' is indicative of the prevailing socio~cultural evils
A voice against injustice and discrimination.
#cees_soj_chall #ceesreposts #sojourner
@mirakee @writersbay
Thank you so much for the repost @writersnetwork
Picture credits to the rightful ownerARE THEY ONLY SOJOURNERS AT MY PLACE ?
It is now a confusing phase
My guests are stubborn
And radiate their faking confidence
Will I be able to administer them well ?
©asmita_chakraborty -
zohiii 1d
the last patches of fresh sunlight
routed away, summer anthems
whisked off from radios,
and the morning coffee
began cooling down sooner.
I tore from my cocoon,
to face cold winds against my skin;
cold breeze, harbinger of tears;
sliding the curtains to the sides,
I saw outside,
and I saw nothing.
it was Viserion's breath,
that enveloped all
enclosures in sight;
and I strode cluelessly,
like a ghost with no history
left behind and no history to
manufacture, I just walked.
and they say the best poetry is
found in the simplest things;
I saw something glittering
betwixt the thick layer of vague
compromising my vision,
and had a flashback,
of a textbook saying,
"beware! all that glitters,
is not gold." and I wondered,
what if the greed for gold
didn't drive me,
but the curiosity to find out
what sparkles, and parallels
the sheen of gold,
and isn't gold, so I could push
and become that thing,
because I sometimes glitter
too but they
say I'm worthless,
because the proverb will
always have gold,
but I'm merely a piece of
corroded copper.
cars zoom past,
and the drivers they raise eyebrows,
and they smirk and ask,
"why do you have to see poetry
in everything, what's wrong?"
and I fall back on silence,
because poetry seeks you
and you are a
mere vessel,
who when breached by beauty
is supposed to feel it,
and not withdraw,
it seeps and soaks like candy
in your veins,
so how can I not be a romantic,
even for catastrophes and
disasters?
"why do you not see poetry in
everything, what's wrong?"
Viserion's cold blood,
and freezing skin is scorched
from Apollo's wrath,
and his mighty breaths retreat,
I take the bridge that doesn't
burn from passion, and passing,
and throw my shoes in
the river that travels the world,
and kisses the sea at last.
from far, I see the doorknob
of my dull asylum,
but I spot a swallowtail
butterfly swooning in the
balcony around a sunflower,
and pass the door of gloom,
with brazen footsteps,
because I know, there'll always
be a poem, anywhere,
for everyone who craves it.
©zohiii
@raika_ #dragons
@writersnetwork thanks for reposting! :D.
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lady_midnight 1d
A. G. O. N. Y.
Agony wraps me tight
As air leaves my lungs,
Another disappointment,
Another heartache,
Achilies heel love has become;
Abandoned verses fade
And oblivion feeds on lovers.
B. E. L. O. V. E. D
But somewhere far,
Blissfully unaware,
Basks a heart
Bright with love,
Beneath a willow;
Bounty with beauty, lies,
Beloved of mine.
C. E. L. E. B. R. A. T. I. O. N.
Champagne tales,
Cloudy days,
Caress the skies,
Crying over dandelions
Choked by the winds,
Carrying love letters
Creating new beginnings.
D. A. N. D. E. L. I. O. N.
Dandelion whispers,
Drenched in despair,
Drink drowning verses,
Discerning the skies and
Dampening hopeful hearts;
Dandelion o' dandelion
Don't lose my heart.
E. V. E.
East the wind carries, and
Evening calls birds to rest.
Erstwhile promises
Empty themselves,
Earning rumors from afar;
Enthralled, night gazes upon
Evanscent hearts.
F. A. I. R. Y. T. A. L. E.
Forevers echo
Fairytales, of lovers
Forgotten in time;
Farewell bids the heart,
Facaded by the dark when
Flickering love is mistaken,
For fireflies dancing like the stars.
G. R. E. Y.
Grey becomes the sky, and
Gone are seasons
Glazing with warmth,
Giggles turn to desperate sighs
Grazing wounds of past;
Gallant die tired,
Galloping over time.
H. O. M. E.
Hypnotised, I watch
Hallucinations of a heartache,
Hovering by the horizon.
He, my beloved,
Hibernates,
Hiding under the willow.
Home is near.
©lady_midnight
----- Thank you @writersnetwork and @mirakee❤-----
#writersnetwork #mirakee #pleiadespoem©lady_midnight
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messed_ 20h
/Of half-spelled feelings/
For once
Let's not be olympus falling
Or sunken tragedies
On mosiac seafloors
For once
Be the home I used to visit
Call me the bliss, you used to cherish
Give me stolen daffodils
From your landlords gardens
Or the letter you've been planning to give
Sing me songs
In a groggy baritone
At odd hours
While my neighbours sleep
Or a promise would do
Of sweet lies,
I'll still believe if you say so
But promises, I know
Are a cue for leaving
And if you do
I won't be hurting.
Ask me if I like
Poetries to proses
Charlie Kelmeckis to Alaska Young
Kafka Tamura to Theodore Finch
And I'll tell you
What a runaway I've been
Volatile love, fascinates me.
For maybe I love too harsh, for people to stay
Say too little, to make them believe that way.
For once
Tell me
If distance is what matters at the end
1700 miles when people say
33 songs, I call them that way
For distance feels less,
When measured in songs
Lesser when heartbreaks take it's place
For,
You and me
Are anxiety beating
In poetic hums
We love to repeat
You and me
Are broken syllables
Trying hard
To make up a word
You and me
Are kids in love
Too young
To fathom
Forever and trust
You and me
Are sore lips
That hurt
When smile
Yet we do
You and me
Are a dying hope
That still believes
We'll make it work
You and me
And songs and muse
Who hurt and love
Yet fail to unite
But you and me
together are us
And I believe
It's enough ,
to conquer the world.
"Together?", you ask
"Beautiful" , I say
Of the miles of grass
And mixtapes
Of Kishore Kumar
Aye mere humsafar
Of love and desire
And friendship
We are
We are
Not fading lovers
We are flaming rebels
Trying hard
We are
Not broken oaths
Of eternity
We are stolen moments
Enough for a lifetime
We are
Not textbook perfect lovers
We are
A whole new saga,
In the making
A reality,
Myths will bow down to
~MWe are my favourite us
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inara__ 1d
@my_cup_of_poetry Here you go!
And sorry, a bit busy schedule so couldn't write something good
Anyway, thank you so much :")
Will read everyone soon. Extremely sorry for delaying.
Also, changing the feed pattern. That was restricting me use some good bgs. --.--
#dragonsUntamed firedrake
With a Pyrrhic victory, you defeated the beast with occult brawn.
Even if it's conked out, its holocaust jeopardizes your purrs.
You stifled the guardian to attain the treasure tove
but at the end, you'll get maledictions of the sacred avifauna.
The totem has pledges with the depths of unmapped seas and the heights of mountaintops and clouds.
As it is the incarnation of mayhem and brutish evil, the custodian of life.
The talismanic blood can clinch ethical fortuity, vigour and mozzle and can foist chronic gashes when munitions dipped.
©chaheti_rathore -
_luvnotz_outpost 1d
ATTENTION PARTICIPANTS: All are welcome to participate, but please read all of the directions carefully to be sure that your submission meets the challenge criteria.
*Please spend some time supporting your fellow participants by checking out their submissions. You can easily locate them by clicking on the challenge hashtag: #cees_soj_chall
#mirakee #writersnetwork #challenge #topicprompt #sojourn #sojourner▪NEW CHALLENGE▪
Due to the coronavirus and the subsequent pandemic induced quarantine, people everywhere have been more or less sequestered in their home sweet homes for months on end now. And as much as we may love our homes, it sure would be nice to get away for a brief sojourn, wouldn't it? I figured you might agree, so I've gone ahead and made that term the topic of the challenge. Keep on reading for challenge rules and futher information.
▪First and foremost, what is a sojourn??
In its noun form, a *sojourn* is defined as "a temporary stay." So, kinda like a weekend getaway perhaps.
In the verb form, *sojourn* means "to stay somewhere temporarily."
Additionally, the term *sojourner* refers to "a person who resides temporarily in a place."
Now that we know what the word means, here's what you need to do with it...
▪RULES:
-Write a poetic piece of 40 lines or less on the topic of a "sojourn," or a "sojourner."
-It can be literal or metaphorical.
-One submission per person.
-Please pen in English only.
-Submit your piece within 48 hours. Do not submit once it says "2d" in the upper right hand corner of this post.
-NO plagiarized work will be accepted.
-NO posts containing foul language, cuss words, obscenities, hate speech, harassment, nudity, or otherwise inappropriate language or images will be accepted.
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a_gentilischi 1d
This is my first POD. I'm dizzy with happiness.
Thank you so much for the repost @writersnetwork and @mirakee . I'm honoured.
Also thanks to everyone, for their feedback and support.
A special shout out to @jerry_21 for unknowingly being an amazing inspiration
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This is a story of endings.
Death
Destruction
Dreadfull carnage
Dying flames embrace
Dessicated metropolis
Desolation rings, as the death bells toll
Damask of burnt dreams, amidst the knoll
Rage
Ruination, of a
Ravaged nation
Ruined to memories. Once
Ripe with greed and sin and hatred
Redolent with the stench of humanity
Ruminated in my firery embers till cleansed
Ash
All around
A darkened sky
Adorned with death.
A mindlessly cruel crusade's
Ascension to so-called glory
Abridged to a blood bath for all
Gore
Guzzled flesh
Greed, this is not
Great revenge, it should be
Gazing upon smoking wasteland
Gaunt pyres for the killers of my kin
Gone are they, bequeathing legacy of grief
Once
On river banks
Obscure among clouds
Overwhelming love, I knew
Open wings of a mate and brood
Orchestra of gentle grunts, affectionate purrs
Oblivious of the omens, of an impending oblivion
Now
No more killers.
None, except me.
Night embraces dawn
No more dragons roam
Nymphs of fire dance around me
Nuturing the flames that I bathe in. Breath in.
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