Miraquill
I love the way you lie..
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_fallen_angel_
33w
Read MoreI love the way you lie.
I sure hope you do realise
it changes the tinge of your eyes
It's a complete giveaway to your sham cries.
How I wish it was the sunrise.
Perhaps me! wouldn't it be a pleasant surprise?
But the way you conclude it with a timid sigh
It's not hard to guess you're just sly.
But, I still love the way you lie
There something more to it than just your eyes
Your lips in nervousness, stutter and run dry
That's when you tongue your lips, oh my!!
Now that's what creates the trouble in my paradise
It's a something, my mind cant disqualify
It's takes me to our intimate moments gone by.
When I would kiss them lips, in a bid to moisturise.
Darn..how I love the way you lie!
©_fallen_angel_
#start #wod #pod
@miraquill Thanks so much for the EC miraquill ❤❤
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_fallen_angel_
34w
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#tanka #poems #poetry #poetrycommunity #wordporn
@miraquill
@writersnetwork Thanks so much for the ❤
Loving you..is but easy. Living without you is not.TANKA
Within you I'm lost,
without you I'm like a Rose
that is wanting to
be lost again and again
in your lush garden of love.
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Rambles of a wandering mind
Journeying through forlorn recesses of my mind.
Disillusioned sometimes, sometimes a precious find.
When somedays I stumble on a page meant to keep.
The few days when I wish the parchment to cleave.
Then days which reek of now blotted, spilt ink.
Words refusing to flow despite hovering at the brink.
Struggling to be a part of my stuttering speech.
And in defeat, silence was what I had to keep.
Witnessed all the crucial bends and climbs.
Some steep as hell, some supremely sublime.
Traversing through a labyrinth of thoughts,
Me a loner, this my mind an enormous melting pot.
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Enso
I love you
not for your silky hair,
Or the colour of your eyes.
Or the touch of your skin.
I love you,
For the way you
bare your soul to me.
Naked has never
been more intriguing.
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Your Letters in Love
I still remember the first one, that you ferociously penned
And handed it over to our messenger, your sis.
I still wonder, how could it be a proposal !
And yet still you were adamant on an answer.
I needed convincing,
For you believed in love at first sight.
I believed in knowing and then trusting.
You got your answer that took 48 hrs of brainwashing,
Your sis & my BFF.
Them listing out your best skills.
How I wish, I'd have rejected it,
And spared me 8 years of an on/off relationship,
Not to forget, becoming commitment phobic.
And subsequently a heart breaker,
Until I suffered a horrendous break up.
Thank you for making me, Me.
Never again,
Yours not so sincerely....
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_fallen_angel_
35w
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Beads of anticipation
On the forehead of vision
Only enhancing the path ahead.
Holding hope, as a means
Of resurrection.
For ambition held no impetus
Like poverty did.
©_fallen_angel_
#monostitch #pod #wod @miraquill @writersnetworkNothing changes you,
Like poverty does.
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_fallen_angel_
35w
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AGAIN , what a strange time this is
Caught amidst chaos
With none to blame.
The sniff of Medical care facilities.
Pristine white layout
Caretakers running around in a rush.
Everything you abhored
Hits you back in the face.
But today was no ordinary day,
Pain escalating to new heights
Only demanded a thorough diagnosis
So seated as I am.
Waiting for my turn, I wonder
This place has seen so many hurts.
So I breathe, wait and hope
For there is nothing much
That can be done
If the axe has already hit timber.
Shouts of "Timber in the east"
"Timber in the west."
And me at the epicentre of it all.
Holding onto a sliver of hope,
FEARING that today doesn't have to be
the day that's worse than before.
A part of me is holding back tears
For the night didn't hold
A promise for the future
And I don't see no light at the
End of it all.
Darkness extended from the
Night into morning
And I just had to sit through it all.
Never giving up on hope though.
SEEKing a conclusion
While my mind delved into the necessary.
When the world fights a war.
I'm hailing a battle with my inner self.
Regrets of not doing
What I wanted to do.
Of making the wrong choices
And landing myself in
Cartloads of ambiguities.
EMPTY promises that
lured my heart into
Captivity .
Call me wind if you do please
For I know not where I'm onward.
I keep floating aimlessly
Through life trying to
Assimilate all my learnings
And failures in a bid
To make it worth surviving.
A fight chance at what's lost.
Bring me back to where I now sit.
Bereft of peace.
But with puzzles I wish to piece together
For a fighter I am
And hope is my weapon.
So let today be the day,
I infuse hope into daily living
And calm into chaos.
For life is never easy,
And walking halfway is not for me.
This race till the end is mine.
©_fallen_angel_
#combination #pod #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork©_fallen_angel_
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_fallen_angel_
36w
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#beauty #wod #pod
@miraquill Thanks so much for the EC ❤��
@writersnetwork Thanks a lot for the heart ❤��Beauty is upon you,
With every blink of your eyelashes
Beauty is upon you,
With every smile that your face, flashes
Beauty is upon you,
For the large heartedness that you portray.
Beauty is upon you,
For your dedicated display of constant care.
Beauty is upon you,
In cherished ways that I can see.
Beauty my beloved, is your love in me.
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_fallen_angel_
36w
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Feel + I loved you a little more than I loved myself
I loved you a little more than I loved myself,
For it is with you that I feel complete.
And in you it is, that I seek my home.
In your calm I find my own.
If I had to be asked,
Whom do I trust the most?
It would be you.
My heart says 'Yes'.
This heart has felt so many crushing winters
She knows right when the rush is something,
she can live without or something she can't.
My heart says, "You're perfect"
Not in the perfection kinda way.
But for the imperfections sown on your sleeve.
Your never play them down.
You are as real as my breath.
As pure as the blood in my heart.
The imperfect perfection
Just like me.
No, we aren't alike,
Yes you spell moon
Me the sun, yet inseparable.
I realise we don't have to be alike
To be in love.
Our uniqueness is what makes us
Perfect for each other.
And yet still we'll have our disagreements and how.
And why not,
But I promise they won't be the ones
to uproot our layers of understanding that have
been our foundation.
This, what we have so hopefully sowed,
Watered, cared for.
I'm still caring for them
With all I have.
Knowing fully well that it is
What is required to a beautiful something
That will keep growing in our garden of love.
Our home, some place we can call our own.
You and I.
I'm bad at predictions
Even worse at interpretation
So its my now..I have.
And I ain't waiting another lifetime,
Like they say in the books.
I have a life right here and as far as my eyes go
I can see it will be beautiful with you and me.
Exactly like you are,
As clumsy as me,
You standing tall,
Me holding onto you.
When your weary, come to me.
And you will know what peace is.
Rest in my arms and feel loved,
A love, you so deserve
A love, thats only meant for you.
A love that will henceforth
Be your strength,
A love that is real.
You know what I say is true.
Wherever you may go, whatever you may do
Know well, at the end of it all
I'm waiting for you,
My home.
©_fallen_angel_
#combination #wod #pod @miraquill @writersnetworkFor you are..my Home.
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_fallen_angel_
36w
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#start #wod #pod @miraquill
@writersnetwork Thanks so much for the heart ❤I'm painting my nights with happy lies,
and overcoming grief with joyful sighs.
I'm capturing smiles with the blink of my eyes,
while riding on wings of butterflies.
Chasing mornings with a handful of sky,
Burying my past with happy goodbyes.
Masking my pain with subtle disguise,
in splashes of emerald and ruby red dyes.
©_fallen_angel_
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Enso - all humans
Here we're. full of faults. We are.
We want to be heard,
and that's not absurd.
But why go the wrong way?
Making the faults bay,
and curving oneself into judgemental dismay.
We keep pointing at others but what about our faults
what about all our marks.
Look at your branches, the leaves, the flowers, the roots, it's all within you along with the weeds
along with the imperfections.
So, let's just try and find the true sparks.
Our imperfections are nothing less than burning candles in the dark.
Lets not be lost, let's just learn to embrace the faults.
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In enso we live
I am incomplete,
like the crescent moon,
on a journey towards perfection.
I smile and shine,
create tides of memorable laughter
to be stored in satin covered silos of eternity.
I dazzle and dance
with the stars of my world
for Aurora Boreolis to applaud my stance.
I am incomplete, I might stay incomplete,
like Mozart's symphony, yet will flicker
like the dying embers of coal
in the pit of the Earth
till the Earth lives.
©antarraal -
In the ashes of poetry burning on my hands,
now only the smoke of words remains
Who has burned for the last time by
snatching the dry tears from my eyes
©beleza_ -
Am I wasting my time,
As I miss you.
Am I plotting my death,
As I breathe.
Is this right?
Sipping the blood in my veins,
I want to count the seconds which kill me -
to circle the lies out which heal me.
- unending voyage
©shadowofthoughts_ -
puranidiary
35w
Read MoreThank you wn for read and repost ❤��(9) #wnmeetssuro
��is it a list poetry? Maybe not ��
Anyways @writersnetwork @miraquill #kept #wod #ceesrepostsMuseum of moments
I've made a museum of moments
In the little shelf of heart and in crack of bones
and the entire cosmos of childhood cries
With the evanescent footsteps chasing fireflies
At days i feel an entire galaxy as a gist
loaded upon my shoulders marked with some lists
Of all Marinated moonlights and stolen sunrays
Souvenir of all greetings and forgotten goodbyes
That one golden hair strand of the plastic doll
the paper planes and the first cricket bat and ball
The folded uniform along with tiny winter gloves
still smells like the golden childhood in my wardrobe.
That first marksheet with a perfect score
happy giggles blooming on first family tour
Half written notes and half scribbled future goals
still recites of all dreams i had since i was small.
That withered yellow petals of all pressed roses
the untitled sorrows and scribbled poetry proses
The gentle hugs of heartbreaks,polaroids and photographs
still seizes strength within to sail the storms of lifephases.
Over the years i have made a list of all life lessons
bullet points to tackle the bruises and tensions
checklists for all dreams and desires in my head
And universe of all euphoria until i kiss my death bed.
©puranidiary -
jpdiya
35w
Read More||| #personification |||
Canvas
̶A broken jar of blue hope.
Grey ocean in my eyes.
Red acrylic through the veins.
Sparkling glitters of expectations.
Two spoons of bitter pain.
Sweet mist of memories.
Texts having "goodbyes"
Five drops of rain.
Black ashes of agony.
Butterflies in the ribcage.
One buckets of scattered pages.
A bunch of sick roses.
Crying poems inside the head.
White pallette holding dry colours.
~An unfinished cynical canvas.
~A soul solving twisted life equations.
©jpdiya.
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river_stgrey 35w
Read More#kept #wod
Last spring, I started going through the text logs of a really significant, painful, and mutually abusive relationship. Clipping portions to tell a story of how the relationship began, developed, stagnated, turned cruel, and finally ended.
It was the kind of ending where the person somehow simply switches off caring about you, and ghosts you. It's good to accept that sometimes you'll never get closure, and that you'll always just hurt, even if it's less and less.
I was halfway through the text logs and telling the story when a new grief demanded my emotional presence, and the story had to go on the back burner.
Starting on this app has reinvigorated that project, and things like this slot in with how I planned to structure the story.
So, yeah. In case anyone wanted to read more about the context, or take inspiration from it.A Fistful of Hair
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The brush you forgot when you finally left stayed sealed away.
Once a day, I would take it out and breathe deeply of your scent, then desperately miss the world.
Despite the measures I took to preserve you, you gradually faded from that brush. Eight years later, I found you again, and all I smell is plastic.
©river_stgrey -
She wrote
a dream of flying
with wet wings, hiding
in the womb of the rainy season
the remembrance of the
changing season
of spring
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heartsease
35w
Read MoreI'm a poet with a rustic attic. And I'm falling for everything that lies within countryside since childhood. When the sky dances in pink and orange, and mauve and blue, on the canvas of my eyes I leave this pastels, preserving them every season. It feels like the cocooned autumn has-been blooming as a spring in strangest way, more like Romeo and Juliet getting another birth.
For me stars are the drawers for midnight thoughts concealing my sleepless nights with croons of moon, while the winter zephyr gives me chills like the touch of my past lover which I'm hiding beneath the sleeves. And my heart seems to be an old piece of paper on which poetries are written and erased a million times, stained with stories and scars for years. And I'm tired, I'm tired of carrying the pain of these scratches on the walls of my chest each upcoming day.
Moreover, I've emptied umpteen sunsets in my trousers and withered roses in my diaries. I've kept letters of rusted memories in drawers and demons under my bedsheet. I've folded love beneath my wooden fenced smile and my first heartbreak with metaphors in poetries. I've eclipsed bruises by dandelions and poured my life in some old playlists.
~Purva
#kept
Thank you so much @writersnetwork ❤️
@miraquill thank you so much for the feature ❤️On the peak of heart
amidst the topmost shelf,
I've preserved stories of my own self.
©heartsease -
I'll walk till the dusk caresses the dawn.
I'll rip off the all todays till I find the happy tomorrows. I'll breathe the ashes
and move like arms of the clock, continously.
I'll carry all my fragments kept in the shadowy corners of my heart and walk -
wild, barefoot and free
to breathe the healing.
©shadowofthoughts_
