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  • ariel_writes 62w

    As my bones turn to dust under the weight of Tomb on which my lover engraved
    "Alive in winds "

    I often wonder if my whispers catch his breaths or in rustling leaves he finds melody of our memories ?

    Or he meant to keep me alive forever within winds as he bid me farewell in mountains blanketed in sandal trees.

    And as I slip from there, he follows the scent everywhere as tied by delicate red nodes, yet he never tried to entrap winds .


    With the remains of my dusty bones, I wish to knock on the side tomb in which he lays,
    With the engraving of
    "Breaths in autumn leaves"

    And
    In journey of every new leaf, winds carry me to him as I carry each leaf delicately to earth, embracing till eternity.

    -blue.synchronicity


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    @mirakee @writersnetwork
    #leaf

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    //Dusty tombs covered in autumn leaves carry the beauty of eternity //






    -blue.synchronicity

  • ariel_writes 63w

    In evenings she basks
    her scars in sunset
    Wrapped up in soothing winds
    miracle of nature heals
    She dances aimlessly
    Embracing every move
    with grace
    As the ryhthm of hope plays in her ears
    Profoundly over the edges she walk
    Tripping, hurting yet
    Never stops.
    Grey clouds, yet she dare to paint them
    with vivid colours
    As birds return to home
    she longs for family
    lost in Civil War as
    she is fated forlorn
    sky being her only
    constant fills every void with a desire to survive.


    // Nature :a miracle kintsugi//

    -blue.synchronicity
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    #miracle @writersnetwork
    @mirakee

    @_aesthete_ @laus_deo

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    // Nature :a miracle kintsugi//

  • ariel_writes 63w

    With thousand cuts I bleed
    Condemned to numbness
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    //Thee shall pay for the sufferings of ages with no path for redemption //
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    Bathed in blood of mine
    Love, how do you come clean?.
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    //none shall find peace, end will lead to new life gifted with torments and misery //
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    Emptiness slips between bones
    As ink slips on vintage papers
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    //blossoms of love doesn't grow on moor of betrayals//
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    Your whispers spreads wild in me
    turning every tragedy into poetry
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    // Yet you remain the muse as I write endlessly //
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    I danced to the rhythm of your laugh
    Painted sunsets to set you calm
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    //My home burns with memories//

    -blue.synchronicity

    #muse
    @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    //my home burns with memories//

  • ariel_writes 63w

    I make no sense these days.

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    I would rather spend night hearing whispers of wind than getting high on your lies.

    -Ak

  • ariel_writes 64w

    //Our Imagination flies like fireflies in the blanket of darkness of soul//


    With broken wings she flies
    desperately in search Of light
    inside carcass of gloominess
    Unaware that herself is the light
    Which she tries to find in
    broken pieces of my soul


    Casting spells of hope and
    new beginnings in making
    She keeps the life force tied
    to my muscles and bones .
    capturing the oxygen outside
    for the purpose which is to be found .


    She carries herself elegantly
    in hurricanes, when I'm a mess
    She makes me the warrior ,
    that I could never think of to be.
    As she silently embraces the
    Worst in me and turns it aesthetic.


    She, my imagination crafts
    delusional place for my peace
    Letting me smile between
    Deafening chaos , she who
    Has the courage to dream
    When her hands bleed with
    Pieces of shattered welt.

    -blue.synchronicity

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    Welt is the German translation of world.

    #imagination #pod

    P. S. : wanted to write one liner and poem both ^^"

    @mirakee @writersnetwork

    @iamsleepy

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  • ariel_writes 64w

    It doesn't matter how much your words scream; Your silence will be heard too when graced with genuine ears.

  • ariel_writes 65w

    We are the generation which walks on the path of illusions and yet chase dreams. We fear reality as life strikes hard breaking strings of hope. Sowing seeds of future and watering them with water of past ,turning plains to moor.

    Inhaling grief and guilt ,we flicker the light in our souls as darkness makes home. Veins carry joy to heart and arteries makes each muscle sore with gift of gloominess. Love isn't acquaintance any more.

    Tears have forgotten home and lips aren't the architect of smile. Scars on soul are numbed while those on skin are hidden behind fragile clothes. They aren't forgotten just never accepted .

    Blindly jotting down pain just to seek solace while it just carved heart out to put up an exhibition of perfect broken. And still we scream , gathering all the broken pieces

    "I'm off to fit them into tiny places ,the null spaces . I will cover all the peculiar spaces with faith "

    Though the winds giggle as she knows the fate of broken. As we are the generation which walks on the path of illusions.

    -blue.synchronicity

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    @say_me_krish Thank you for conducting the challenge.

    Lines by you : "I'm off to fit them into tiny places ,the null spaces . I will cover all the peculiar spaces with faith "

    @mirakee @writersnetwork @tengoku @raika
    #smk_we_ch #pod

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    Lost Lèas

  • ariel_writes 65w

    Doubt is like a breeze, it just keeps flowing from one mind to another...there is no end to it.

    -blue.synchronicity

  • ariel_writes 65w

    Echoing screams, Rustling leaves
    Ashes of summer led astray
    Carried by the wind to skies
    And my moon mourned as
    None love is received .

    Unable to unknot delicate threads
    Of life, Answers concealed
    deep inside the epidermis
    Eyes aren't the tome for soul .

    Isolation is what they fancy .
    Red isn't the color of love
    Complacency is the deficiency
    As Trust belongs to bygones

    Betrayals and grief have turned
    innocents into sadists, yet
    Seeking solace in devil's smile
    each one remains masochist.

    Astray they dig their graves
    As no knots tie them to morality
    Forlorn and broken from Young age,
    Tell me, who is to be blamed ..

    -blue.synchronicity


    #astray #pod

    @lily_love because this has moon XD


    P. S. : oh my fudging lord?!! ��

    This is my very first pod
    Thank you so much @mirakee
    @writersnetwork Thank you for repost

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  • ariel_writes 65w

    Promise to motherland

    As a little girl I heard the whispers of trees
    Back then, they didn't scream
    Neither yearned for care or love
    " Content and peaceful" they found earth

    Decades later, these trees don't speak to me
    I wonder, what went wrong
    So I asked the most aged one
    Have I harmed you in ways
    I shouldn't have?

    Full of temperament and tears in his eyes
    He replied
    "Wounded earth with rotting leaves
    Little twigs aging
    lapping the growth phase
    Animals harmed, many extincted
    Endangered is the surname
    of all species in near future.
    Flora and fauna all scream
    Yet nothing pins deaf humans
    Skyscrapers represent glories
    When lungs of sky are filled
    With toxins,
    Oaths and summits are dwindled.
    Lovers promise each other forever in our shade,
    when we are afraid to survive another day .
    Sapiens have expectations so high
    When they have failed to keep
    the promise to their Motherland."


    -blue.synchronicity