Miraquill
It's been so long,
In between that time,
some questions are asked,
And some answers are buried.
But in the end we all wonder
In existence of our lives.
©acrystalgirl
acrystalgirl
this place had been home. (●♡∀♡)
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acrystalgirl
63w
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acrystalgirl
75w
I don't know anymore
why I'm here or
how long I'm gonna be here. -
It hurts
Every breath hurts. -
here we go again with the
fake smile and stories of life. -
Winter is my favourite poetry,
where I inhale your words at 3am.
©acrystalgirl -
what's more sad,
feeling lonely or
realising how lonely your feelings are.
©acrystalgirl -
acrystalgirl
79w
love can be hard,
it can give you pain,
it can betray you,
it can make you mess
but will never leave your side.
©acrystalgirl -
acrystalgirl
81w
Let me color you with my smile, so you can
let your pain shine on pages of my life.
©acrystalgirl -
acrystalgirl
81w
I can't answer your questions
in silence of this awkwardness.
But I can live with it, so just stay with me.
©acrystalgirl -
acrystalgirl
82w
sometimes it's better to
be sad than feeling happy,
not everyone can be seen
as a broken piece of emptiness.
©acrystalgirl
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whitewings
6w
Love looks for reasons to forgive.
©whitewings -
thread_broken_kite
3w
Read More24.04.22
I think I am ranting now..
#broken #wod #miraquill @miraquill
"Did you call me??"
The thumping heart begged me not to do it and still,
my lips couldn't process the 'No Interest' sign glaring
right in front of her soothingly fresh and innocent face.
Her eyebrows resembled the shining valleys from my favourite 'Teletubbies' from the good old days reminding me, how treasured and darling this cute phiz has become now.
Her eyes twinkled like the stars as if a flowing cloud
jumped past through those tiny dots as she teasingly held her locks and placed them neatly behind her ears with a shy blink.
Her lips matched the exact harmony of my heartbeat as she
pronounced my Name and my ECG would haphazardly mix up the PQRSTs in a second, restlessly finding ways to calm itself down.
Her voice stirred a shiver all through my body and my blood would transform its nature only to turn itself into ink and etch her name as tattoos throughout my body as it passed through my love veins.
"Huh!!" She exclaimed.
"Oh! It's Nothing, I thought you called me."
Every cell of my mind wanted her to say, "Yes I did", but my cruel brain could read her emotions.
I silently gathered my broken likings and put those among the thousand other times, I faced the same.
©thread_broken_kiteHalf-dead Infatuation.
©thread_broken_kite
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whitewings
2w
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The other day someone approached me for a hug and instantly, as if in a reflex, I recoiled. I stepped back, crossed my arms in front of my chest. And it wasn't until I saw the expression of confusion and shock on the face of the other person that I realised... what I had done, wasn't normal. That's not how people react to the invitation of a hug. And it left me wondering for the rest of the day... what was it that I was trying to protect... was I holding any secrets or was I afraid of my wounds beginning to weep... by the warmth of another human's closeness. What was it that I wanted to stay shielded. Why was I so afraid of and averse to the idea of someone getting close to me. The night went by silent. I got no answers. Or maybe I did. Maybe I'll be able to put it to words or express in tears... next time someone approaches me for a hug.
©whitewingsMaybe I'll be able to
put it to words
or express in tears...
next time someone
approaches me for a hug.
©whitewings -
whitewings
1w
It takes immense strength to understand, acknowledge and accept that some people, no matter how much you love them... cannot accompany you in your journey ahead. That you must leave them in your past and move ahead. Not because they're a bad person or you don't love them anymore. But because more than being committed to their own self, their happiness, growth, learning and the relation you share, they're committed to their unhealthy coping mechanisms. And it's sad that they refuse to seek or receive help. It's sad that they resist change. It's sad that instead on holding onto hope and growth, they cling to misery and stagnation. It's sad that no matter how hard you try, you cannot save them because they've built a home in filth. And it's sad that you're forced to choose... between loving your own self and loving the ones who introduced you to love.
©whitewings -
saith
1w
Read MoreThere are things I had known I'd love even before I had ever seen or lived or touched or felt them.
Like beaches. Beaches, with their warm, wanton sands that stick to my bare feet. Bare feet because I've never been able to walk on sand in sandals or shoes the way other people seem to do almost as easily as they grin and laugh when the waves crash against their feet. I know I'm too young, too ignorant and I've not seen even a fraction of the things the world has to offer but I still unflinchingly believe that there are very few things in the world that'd be more beautiful than waves crashing against the shore. Every time, before a huge wave would rush towards the shore, I'd dig both my feet into the sand hoping I wouldn't fall. If it ever worked, it wasn't on account of my less than clever idea. It was merely because the wave had mellowed down before it crashed. Most times though, the sand would be washed away from around and under my feet and I'd fall into the waves, equal parts thrilled and terrified.
I do not remember when I first learned the term "beach". There's no word for it in my mother tongue. They simply call it "the edge of the sea". I suppose I can't fault them for it, either. How do you describe something you've never known in your life?
It's bewildering to me, calling it "the edge of the sea", because it means there's nothing beyond this. Beyond this, there's just vast stretches of emptiness. It is as though they couldn't comprehend that there can be entire worlds beyond these waters. How utterly beautiful and absolutely lonely it is, to believe you're the only people in the world.
I'm now grown and I've learned the term "beach" and Hollywood has shown me all the possibilities it carries - beach vacations, surfing, sunbathing, holiday romances, the desire for "bikini bodies". I've lived close to a beach for a while and I've watched the waves wash up on the shore everyday. Like a kid rushing home on the last day of school before summer holidays, with the hopes of adventures and promises of escapes.
I'm now grown and I've learned that there are worlds beyond the edge of the sea, worlds I one day hope to see. It's both utterly beautiful and absolutely terrifying knowing that there are worlds and worlds of people out there. How would I fit in? Would I fit in? How would I make friends? How would I explain to things that never existed in my mother tongue, simply because my people had never seen it? How would I show them what I love and let them see what I fear? How would I build myself from scratch again?
But just like the waves rush to embrace the sea, I feel my being is stretching underneath my body, reaching out to embrace those worlds, to melt into their shores and rise again and again, a thousand miles away from where I began.
Because there are things I had known I'd love even before I had ever seen or lived or touched or felt them.
- Shabnoor
@hoshi
@allbymyself
@risingdrop
@my_cup_of_poetry
Hello. I have risen from the dead. (And it seems to me that I've forgotten how to use Mirakee now.)Beaches, Beings and Bodies
There are things I had known I'd love even before I had ever seen or lived or touched or felt them.
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_solitaire_
2w
Some people do not have any proper beginning or an ending yet they fit perfectly in a specific phase of our life like a phrase does in a specific gap of a sentence.
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whitewings
2w
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Is it all a dream,
a wishful thinking,
a fantasy.
Have I been imagining
that which never had a tangible existence
or meaning.
Have we really stumbled upon each other,
do I really know you,
do you really know me.
Or is it all a dream.
Do you really exist
or are you a figment of my imagination,
a character my mind conceived
to be the muse for my poetry.
Did you really say those words
or have my ears been ringing.
Did I really blush and laugh
or was it something I wanted to do
so desperately
that I forced my mind to believe in it.
I close my eyes and I find a split
between what I see
and what I feel.
For decades,
I had been dancing at the edge of sanity.
Did I, by any chance...
fall off the cliff
into the abyss
of absurdity.
©whitewingsFor decades,
I had been dancing at the edge of sanity.
Did I, by any chance...
fall off the cliff
into the abyss
of absurdity.
©whitewings -
elusive_me
3w
So many tears i have shed
Hiding my face behind pillow
on my bed.
I don't know why my pain is alive
While heart wise i am already dead.
©elusive_me -
whitewings
2w
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Love is an emotion.
But loving someone
is a long and demanding process.
It is dedication, devotion and consistency.
A test of your resilience, faith and honesty.
To delve into the deepest fears, insecurities
and wounds of someone,
their childhood, youth...
the first time they were bullied,
the times when they felt lonely.
The things they like
and the ones they despise,
how they like to spend their Saturday nights
and why,
what broke them,
how many times
and how they healed
without a mentor or guide.
What is their relationship like
with their parents, friends and relatives.
Who is the person
they trust enough to confide in.
Whether they prefer tea or coffee...
their favorite dish, their favorite sports team.
To know why they tremble
at the thought of public speaking
and how they need to be held
and reassured
when they're breaking.
Loving someone
is opening up the fibers of your being
and knitting a warm quilt
by interweaving
the threads of theirs and your story.
I don't know how people do it...
how they fall in love
for the second, third, fourth and fifth time.
From where do they gather the energy...
to do all of it all over again.
How they bare their bodies
before strangers
and bathe in the heat
that doesn't brew the broth of their dreams
but simply burns everything that has meaning.
I don't know how people hug someone
and don't wither
at the thought of losing them.
Don't they feel empty...
after throwing parts of themselves at so many.
Don't they feel scattered...
in the touch, sighs, whispers
and sweet nothings of so many.
Is it really love what they feel
or a compensation of sorts,
for their inability to commit
to the truth of their own being.
©whitewingsDon't they feel empty...
after throwing parts of themselves at so many.
Don't they feel scattered...
in the touch, sighs, whispers
and sweet nothings of so many.
©whitewings -
_scas_
48w
Dear Daughter
Dear Daughter,
As I write to you, I’m sorry for all the hardships I’ve given you lately. We both know that I won’t be with you for a very long time now, but don’t you cry. I’ll always be with you, and you know it. However, it hurts me to know that I’ll leave you so soon in your life. Neither will I get to intimidate the guy you’ll bring home, nor will I be able to see you as beautiful as an angel at your wedding, but that’s what life has brought us to. So, I’m writing this letter to you to say all the things that you should know, that I would have told you gradually, that I would have gotten angry about, that I wouldn’t have to say, if not for this pain in my heart.
I trust you a lot. It fills my heart with pride to know what a fine young lady you’ve become. The way you took care of me and the house is commendable. And that’s the first thing. Be independent, my love. Society still frowns upon independent girls and women, unfortunately, but never let it get to you. Always do what you think is right. You will make mistakes, I’m sure, but again, that’s life. But I trust you will work on those mistakes, and turn out to be the best version of yourself. A version I can smile upon from up above.
Now to the elephant in the room, boys. We both know how protective I’ve been of you, and I guess that’s every father, but you must know I was protective of you for the simple reason that most guys aren’t looking for a long time commitment in your age. And you, my dear, deserve all the love of the world. Don’t be with guys who bring you down, but rather the opposite. Guys do make mistakes, I did too. But your mom knew what mistakes could be forgiven, and what can’t be. You shouldn’t be with someone just because they look good, but bring a lot of drama in your life. Life already has a lot of complications, so you need a partner to hold you at the end of the day, and make you laugh. You should go to the guy who makes you feel at home. But before they know your worth, you should know it first. You’re worth the world, so never settle for less.
Our world is a tough place to be for a girl. You will have to fight for the slightest of things. And so I want you to be strong. Strong enough to fight and fend for yourself, and other girls like you. I’m sorry that I won’t be a part of your fight or be able to save you from this world anymore, but I hope you find someone who is willing to fight the world with you soon. Don’t rush into things, be it friendships, career, or most of all, love. Sometimes, it’s all about the timing with a person. You might know a person for your entire life, but just one day you wake up and those feelings start harbouring in your heart as I did for your mom. Never shy away from telling someone how you feel. Life is short, so make the most of it. And love, everyone and everything. Fight, whoever tells you otherwise. Live, your life and through you, I will too.
I’ll wait for you up here. Take care, princess. I love you.
Love,
Dad.
PS, I’m sorry for leaving so soon.
-SCAS.
