Heyoo everyone, I hope you're staying safe and taking care of yourself, and I have an announcement to make. As you guys know how much I love writing thematic story telling based poetry and, many of you were there to witness the Tacenda sessions, it was one of the most glorious days on mirakee for me. I couldn't actually stop thinking about of a unique genre in poetry this could be, I so much like the idea of a poetic album by Ashlyn that I just tagged along, @_rainfrost_ and he's been doing an awesome job at it, really, a person younger than me inspires me to strive and thrive. Also check out his new sophomore poetic track album on instagram, the username is..
With that in mind, I wanted to have a little talk with you guys. So, I love period dramas, especially women centered 18th century movies based off books like Little women, Pride and Prejudice, Jane eyre, Collette and many more, and all of these were either written by brilliant females or are about them. It got me out of my 1 month long writersblock and got the creative juices flowing and I began to write. Not only that but in this complex process and a huge emotional turmoil, I finally found my pen name, it's Augustine. August month is tragically close to my very soul. I wrote my first poem in August for my grandfather who had passed away in 11th of August, 2016. And, then folklore happened, with Augustine as a character being very relatable, I knew that nothing could be a better name to use as. So here, I present myself, as Augustine, and give to you a new thematic female protagonist led poetic narratives compiled together as RUNAWAY. We've all romanticized running away and finding home, we've learnt how a house often times isn't a home, and realized that to run is sometimes a privilege. But the question of 'what if' forever lingers, and fear grows like ivy all over until you're crumpled and crushed again. Exploring all of it, women of now, dressed as fairies with knives underneath, have come to tell tales about especially that were never discussed. All of them can be accessed under the hashtag #runaway_11
This collection is nothing of professional sorts, or perfect, it just is, and I think that is its most human attribute. To be. All of this is for fun and you're free to join me on this maniacal writing extravaganza. I hope, that what I write speaks to you, heals us and resonates our power. Until then Dancing with September skies and October wildflowers Augustine
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@miraquill ❤you sure? POD (1) i can't put in words what it means to me seriously i don't even know if its worthy enough for pod you made my year forsure. I M GRATEFUL & I LOVE YOU❤ seriously this was unexpected it means whole lot to this kiddo :) *happy tears* Since this post gonna be forever one for me how can i not mention my dear ones you all are more happy than me i know. Sanam dii, purva dii, reetika di, bidya di ,rani di ,moonie, amruta dii, rajeev bhaiya, mona di ❤finallyyyyy you all know right Aqsa, mariya, buttery, sumii ,rimi, bhavya, shobhana, rizwan, mark, ❤✨i m thankful really.. Take my dil Thank you all
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Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet -Plato ❤
We have forevers packed in our lunch boxes and promises folded between English textbooks you're blue, and so am I but, you make sunsets vibrant crimson gold and have made sunflowers glow like amaranthines and give me the monarch butterflies blue. But above all, you make me happy, so much, that I grew lotuses on neptune lady Macbeth washed her sins off off and there are melodies playing in French wars I don't know what you're thinking of but I like to think it's about me. You like Mozart and I like Frank Sinatra so I learnt all the melodies by heart. I'm hazed by poesies and mythologies mystify you, so hear me out, hades isn't as bad as you think. (Typewriter clicks and teapots clink) (Typing starts again)
I was standing near the tree line the sun was aglow like your smile, but you never showed up. so I went home, and played skeeter davis' " End of the world" and Elvis presley " can't help falling in love" on repeat For 23 weeks, 15 hours and 47 seconds My ma's ear Bled with it, but so did my soul and eyes and heart.
I'm 28 now and I pack cupcakes and cookies in return of the same smiles and promises I once had. The same cakes we planned to bake together 22 December, I forget everything but not this, I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to. And, I'd still like to know what you think about, sometimes I hope it's about me. There are some vows folded between my books that make Jane austen cry between lines and verses and I just wanted you to know, that they're still meant for you.
~avani I wish I was born in the early 90s. It's fun being dramatic and baking cakes ya'll don't understand. And now I'm just a depressed gen z who wants to spend their life on farmlands listening to 60s music and getting dogs and living in an open relationship with their partner. (Lgbtqia ally here, chose whoever you want)
Word - Alone Sentence - Stars shall gulp your misery ..................................
Won't you come and sing me a lullaby, baby? Beside the bedside lamp sitting like a lost fawn I inhaled the petrichor that reminded me of you. I went to the dark window pane expecting a miracle, And just when the gentle rain knocked on my window I saw you in thousands in all those droplets. I let open the window a little And felt your embrace in those brittle sprays. The tiles beneath me turned into a beauteous peacock And engulfed me with all its love spread like its massive feathers Like a shy bride, your love for me, Turned me into a red, red rose. The dream I left behind in my pillows Look forward to entwine your fingers with mine And write love ballads that generations will look upto We do minuets in the rain With violins playing along for us alone, the whole night. The new dawn opens its eyes to A colourful painting of our love. But for now, I'm stuck In this harrowing night like an insomniac. While I pacify myself by saying - 'Stars shall gulp your misery' Won't you come and sing me a lullaby, baby?