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We all are born mortal,
But we can still choose to do things that make us immortal!
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bagiviolet
21w
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bagiviolet
52w
They say, you can't choose the ones you fall for
But I ask, can you even choose the ones
that you inadvertently stay in love with
Even long after they're gone?
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bagiviolet
54w
Nobody ever told me
That resilience is a result of trauma
Nobody ever told me
That heartbreaks shape cerebrums
And nobody ever told me
That humans are born to suffer, yet when we do suffer
We uplift those, more fragile than us
Dark clouds and Silver-linings; Life and Lessons
All of these seemed pretty pompous when I was child
But after paying the price,
I now wonder if the lustre is worth the heartless stance
Maybe it's too early to say it wasn't worth it
And the true verdict can only be passed at the summit
And for one to reach that summit in life
I know for a fact, embracing even more heartlessness is inevitable!
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bagiviolet
54w
You were something I never thought I wanted or needed
But why is that after you left, all I can think of is you!
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All those flames of the past
You've put them to shame
What can I ever ask for
When you're by my side
You're always on my mind
In my thoughts and prayers
I wasn't one to pray
But for you, I do!
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I'm here in an empty room
Surrounded by all my thoughts
I laugh and wail without caring for the day or night
For my thoughts keep me occupied
And cling to me like ivy
Never allowing me to breathe
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bagiviolet
85w
Judgment and love can never co-exist
For love means irrevocable acceptance
Devoid of resentment through the waves of change.
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Just when I was sulking
Lingering in the shadows
Thinking that I knew all about love
You came along
And pulled me through the darkness
Showing me what love really was!
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bagiviolet
87w
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#soul #postoftheday #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersofmirakee #jewels #sapphires #diamonds #dusk #mind #adventure #wild
My soul wanders in search of things it could not name
Yet returns to the cave of comfort at dusk everyday
Seldom, it ventures into the wild, leaving behind limitations and norms
Going far beyond what the mind allows and society deems to be right
And on those days,
The soul returns with treasures, that put sapphires and diamonds to shame!My soul wanders in search of things it could not name
Yet returns to the cave of comfort at dusk everyday
Seldom, it ventures into the wild, leaving behind limitations and norms
Going far beyond what the mind allows and society deems to be right
And on those days,
The soul returns with treasures, that put sapphires and diamonds to shame!
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bagiviolet
87w
There are a lot of shades amidst black and white,
As our imperfections stop us from being a perfect monochrome
But even in between hues, every person exists in different shades of grey
Fading and blazing irrespective of the overcast or rainbow sometimes!
©bagiviolet
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Tears have
the map to a place
Inside our heart
that most needs our love.
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tmdisarro
93w
Read MoreDISTANCE
Since we said goodbye
it seems our lives
are so much better
There’s far less space
between us now
then when we were
together
Holding onto nothing
brought our troubles into view
We filled the void with light
but missed the darkness
shining through
Imagination often builds
a bridge to nevermore
We hold a goal as fantasy
Or life we once adored
And when we found
our love was bound
with chains of discontent
We realized how we despised
the wasted years we spent
Now we embrace the space between
goodbye and our first kiss
The distance proves a blessing
from the nearness we don’t miss
TM DiSarro
©2020 TM DiSarro/MindScapes PublishingSince we said goodbye
it seems our lives
are so much better
There’s far less space
between us now
then when we were
together
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padmini_velamuri
143w
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crogers180
148w
Read More@writersnetwork #mirakee #writersnetwork
The Eve of December
Ready for that silent night,
When the waters are calm,
And the heavens are bright.
On the eve December,
At last I can see tomorrow,
At last I can breathe one
Breath and then another.
Maybe all these tears will freeze,
And the rage inside can find
Reprieve in the winter winds.
Ready for that night
When the church bells and
Christmas carols, and children's
Laughter silence the disturbing
Clamour in my head.
The eve of December.
And the lights that line the
Rooftops, and encircle trees,
Join the brilliant stars upon
The seas, to chase so very
Far away the darkness
Trapped inside my heart.
Ready for the life that begins
On the day November ends.
When the first snowflake
Descends upon the eve of
December.
©crogers180( see caption )
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poetry_oleilah
150w
Read MoreAshore
The sails have fallen
The boards rotted through
She sits on the shore now
Alone and unused
An empty husk
A dried out shell
But if she could talk
Oh, the stories she'd tell.
The seas she's sailed
The storms she's been through
She was a beauty
A pirate's crown jewel
Until the day came
She was no longer of use.
©poetry_oleilah
#image #writersnetwork #mirakeeworld #podAshore
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blahhhhhhh
150w
Read MoreI had asked people for some writing prompts as I was out of ideas and the lovely @ariachez suggested the topic "love wrapped in..." I literally wrapped love in something!
I had been working on this for a long time but it has been hard to write these days.
It's about our hunger for love. Be it on social media or in real life. It's about the fake love we seek.
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ARTIFICIAL LOVE
Love wrapped in silhouettes
And stars.
Is draped in tainted glass.
They sell it by the kilo,
In silk and timber flasks,
Adorned with expensive jewels
To give the bottle some spark.
The market is flooded with buyers
Paying handsomely for the broth.
They await the potion to cook through;
Brewed from exuberant flowers.
The roar just keeps on surging,
As the elixir is dripped into its pot.
The crowd is consumed in chaos
And a chance to fight for the box.
Clashes and betrayals follow,
To attain the illusion of love.
It's sad how we break people,
To repair our broken scars.
In the end it's all just empty -
The vials and even the hearts.
- Arushi Sharma
©halcyonArtificial love
//Clashes and betrayals follow,
To attain the illusion of love.
It's sad how we break people,
To repair our broken scars.
In the end it's all just empty -
The vials and even the hearts.//
- Arushi Sharma
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mellownarration
154w
Read MoreAre you ready for a perfect storm?
Cause once you're mine, there's no going back!
#mirakee #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #heistCaught Up
Let the clock tick and settle on a time,
My love, my happiness can never be worth a dime.
I knew you are a charmer, eyes don't lie,
But I got your heart skipping, maybe running miles.
No matter how many times you roll the dice,
I'll always be the vibe undefined.
So grab a blade and plan a heist,
Cage, hostage my feelings
To carve a heart just for me, dear mine,
Perfect and precise.
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Winter greys.
The snow falls,
Falls slow and fast.
I look at you and wonder;
Where did you bury your cold?
In the hollows of your dreams
That you weave on misty mornings.
In the tips of your fingers;
That trace smiles on blank walls.
Where did you bury your cold?
Somewhere deep,
Deep and deeper.
Does the cold seep into your veins?
Like blood,
Does it spill when the papercuts you make don't heal?
Where do you hide that cold?
Within your bones;
Brittle and crumbling;
Aching and numb.
The mist winds with smoke;
Cages your thoughts;
You breathe in.
Darlin', why did you stop?
Did you feel the fingers on your throat?
Or the whispers breathed hoarse?
Darlin', why did you stop?
White noise rings in your ears
On white days turning grey.
There are red spots on patches of snow,
And darlin', why did you let it go?
It stays and stays,
The cold in your bones
And finds out ways to your soul.
And I wonder, if inside you,
Is a home, abandoned and cold,
Patched with ice and snow.
Is it where you've buried your cold?
Is it why you take it slow?
Darlin', make it stop,
Before the cold finds its way to your soul.
It was warm before.
Darlin', why did you stop?
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ummerveeri
167w
Love heals Wounds, Which No one Can.
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I don't really set out to write pretty words. Sometimes I write the truth because it seems like the right thing to do and sometimes I tell lies because I am bored.
The truth is sometimes pretty, but the lies are always beautiful.
- Avitaj
