aleesa

i will colour me blue, ultra-violet-remarkeyably

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  • aleesa 1w

    urban noises flow through the empty streets
    of her grey and fluid surrounded brain
    she is a city, full of chaos and havoc
    wartorn but whose ruins still smell like home
    her heart is a museum that stores memories
    and bleeds nostalgia and destroys itself
    flowers grow from her lifeless ruins
    and every sky scraper buried beneath her bones
    chases light, points towards the sky and stands still
    her castle is in flames and is wrecked by hurricanes
    that emerge from her own soul; a civil war
    self- hatred rains over her when everytime
    she kills the people residing within her concrete heart
    due to the unsettling and destructive war inside
    still she wakes up with the hope- painted
    sunflowers and learns from the fluttering butterflies
    the art of rebuilding, letting go and holding on

    ~aleesa
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    @writersnetwork @miraquill #city #wars #wod #pod

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    //of concrete hearts

  • aleesa 1w

    [things i said at 3 am]

    His eyes were so blue,I could mistake them for an ocean or pearls with unknown origin. It seemed ike the universe had lost a part of itself and somehow adjusted in his eye-sockets. I told him everything about the way he looks a little broken and lost and everything about the way I want to love him in the emptiness and dark. I traced my glittering fingers over every wound and scar of his to let him know that I will be there to fix all of his fragments and calm the unsettling and chaotic hurricanes of his soul.


    [things i said too quietly]

    "your brokenness is piercing my soul" I whispered under my breath as he pushed me on the floor and I pierced my hand on the broken shards of the wine glass. The dripping blood mixed with the mahogany wine and an aura of betrayal filled the air. My brain started recalling every definition of the word abuse and I pushed the thought away. " He just needs some time" I said to myself quitely. Later that day he bought me my favourite flowers, daisies and lavenders and apologized for the chaos that revolves around him. The fresh fragrance of flowers tickled my nostrils and dried all the tears away.


    [things i didn't say at all]

    The rustle of falling autumn leaves and the stormy weather blended with the sound of hurricane that had originated somewhere within him, it was a kind of destructive force that was born to crush everything into chunks ; me, our home ,dying summer and all the happiness. I accepted the fall of universe without any rebellion just like the summer had surrendered itself completely to another season. I didn't try to stop him when he crushed all of the memories we had been building since years neither did I say anything about the blinding darkness that was making me lose parts of myself.


    [things i said under the stars]

    "It's a beautiful feeling to choose yourself over all the mess. No other person can fix the brokenness of another human. For the injured and broken parts demand self love, flooding from emptiness of ones own heart", I said to myself as I felt the dewy grass beneath of cold feet. Every inch of my skin was twitching with bliss as I stared at the empty yet starry sky and promised to choose myself over everything, again and again.
    ~ Aleesa Khan
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    @miraquill @writersnetwork #thingsyousaid

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  • aleesa 3w

    the next time i wander
    in search of a home
    the one that brims with
    heartbeats and déjà-vus
    i will make sure
    i don't settle for a person
    for people keep shape-shifting
    into thorns and jasmines
    and may seem like sunsets
    and all of the burning stars
    but hold enough power
    to wreck a laughing and smiling
    home into a million shards
    and leave you to mourn over
    a broken abode that perished
    whose ruins now smell
    like rusted heartbreaks
    and concrete betrayals
    instead i will build walls
    around my lonely heart
    and place tiny stars
    over every wound and scar
    i would maybe grow flowers
    in the empty and bruised parts
    so the light would guide me
    and help me trace a path
    to my body, my real home
    the one that that would resemble
    hope, courage and bravery
    something like the west of the moon
    and east of the sun

    ~aleesa
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    @writersnetwork @miraquill #wod #pod #home #end
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    @miraquill thank you so much for repost. Grateful ��✨

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  • aleesa 4w

    Dear Future Self,

    Do you still fear the darkness or did you find the light that burns somewhere beneath your cold bones?
    I hope you have built yourself a warm little home,which might not smell like coffee on Tuesday afternoons but is warm enough to heal a heart, radiates kindness and feels like the stars. All these wounds which are bleeding right now must have turned into scars and I hope you have found the courage to embrace them as if they are stars of a clear December night sky, burning through the folds of history and forgetfulness. A part of me is proud of you for living the uncertain and unknown. Please don't forget to chase butterflies and dreams because if you do, the butterflies will lay dead in your stomach and weigh you down and the dreams, well, they will live and mourn and lament for dreams live as long as dreamers do.
    If you ever cross path with love and dawn hold them tight and nurture them with care so they never let you go and fill all the voids of your heart with happiness and flowers but if you encounter heartache, welcome it in and nurture it as well so it teaches you healing and smiles at you while you fix all the cracks of your heart with flowers and stardust.
    No matter how many skies fall, I will always love you.

    Yours
    Younger Self

    _____________________
    @writersnetwork @miraquill #letter #wod

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  • aleesa 4w

    he thought she's a butterfly
    when she held the cascading flares
    of her little white gown
    her blonde hair was the brightest hue
    of his grey life
    hopping and spinning in her dress
    she'd make the flowers grow
    in her father's withering world
    the crimson of sunsets, roses and clouds;
    that's what her favourite colour was
    the same colour that dripped
    through her slitted throat and bleeding thighs
    when her father found her at the end of street
    beneath the flickering light of lamppost
    3 gunshots and 26 heartbeats
    that's what it took for her father
    to kill the rapist and tear him apart
    contentment and bliss flooded his eyes
    as he held his head high with pride
    and put around his neck, his jewel and prize
    the knot of the death rope and left everything behind
    the inhumane world and its humans

    ~aleesa
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    @writersnetwork @miraquill #jewellery #wod #pod

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    26 HEARTBEATS

  • aleesa 5w

    the ashes fall from the platinum sky
    and flutter, like butterflies of a summer afternoon
    the destructed city collapses
    beneath the rising flames
    and takes its last breath
    it's another night jewelled with stars
    blurred by smoke and human fragments
    a deserted house cries at its homelessness
    as it fails to remember its broken parts
    its residents lay dead everywhere
    and their souls; too tired to rise again

    a mother loses her child to death
    and the night grows brighter
    she lays herself down and find a spot to die
    a place from where her dying eyes
    can clearly see the laughing moon
    she holds her dead son and her shivering lips
    meet his numb and blue body
    and sunsets flow through her veins
    she subtly flutters her lashes
    steals glances at the moon
    as the night engulfs her

    ~aleesa
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    @writersnetwork @miraquill #night (idk ��) #wod #pod

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  • aleesa 5w

    I was eight when I first wrote a story inspired by the fairy tale, Cinderella. The story started and ended on the same page. I still remember crying and begging for I wanted my parents to get that published.

    I joined miraquill in May of 2018 and words can't express how thankful I am to @iam_rose for guiding me, teaching me and inspiring me, she is literally an angel.

    It is really overwhelming to share with you all that few days back I published my first book titled

    "DROWNING IN STARS"

    It is a collection of poems I've written and I tried my best to make sure that it is worth reading. The book is available on Amazon and flipkart. For convenience you can get the link on my Instagram @/_aleesa_khan_

    I can't thank y'all enough for inspiring me, guiding me, reading my write-ups and for being so supportive everytime.You guys are awesome and I am grateful ❤️
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    @writersnetwork @miraquill

    p.s. 300 posts. yay! ��

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    I PUBLISHED A BOOK!

  • aleesa 5w

    tingling stars mixed
    with summer breeze
    that is what
    healing feels like

    ©aleesa

  • aleesa 6w

    and every night
    i hold my knees
    and lower my head
    i feel my head; a supernova
    ready to explode into stars
    as i repent to my heart
    and prepare it for battles
    while it whispers and laments
    and mourns and cries,

    i can't take it anymore
    i can't take it anymore
    ~aleesa
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    @writersnetwork @miraquill #repent #wod #pod
    @/writersnetwork thank you for ❤️

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  • aleesa 7w

    Winter and falling snow shape-shifted into death and made me bury the naive parts of my younger self. I tore myself to pieces, separated the skin that carried innocence from the bones that protected my fragile heart. I replaced the fear in my blood with courage and belief and took away all the kindness from my heart that used to overflow. Now there are times I dig through the layers of snow and soil, trying to bring my old self, back to life but now everything is numb the damaged eyes refuse to respond to light, for I filled them with too much darkness and the skin doesn't twitch when sunlight strikes it for it still bleeds the fears and uncertainties.I yearn for the old me when I pluck the tiny daisies, when rain falls and butterflies flutter because a stern heart doesn't know what to do when life meets it.
    ~aleesa
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    @miraquill @writersnetwork #prose #prosepoetry #wod #pod

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