Miraquill
Life makes you so busy that you don't even have the time to cry it out.
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#aline
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And whenever I didn't have your lap to cry on, I had music.
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You're lucky if you don't have to fake a smile and pretend that everything's okay, around those few gems.
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And for few moments, all we want to do is to hear silences.
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Universe is kind to me by giving me weak memory, sparing me from some of the trauma.
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Isn't it exhausting to seek you in every other person, in bits and pieces?
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- childauthor_345 Aye... Miserable and melancholic fact ❤️ very deeply portrayed
- emptypen @childauthor_345 Thank you
Isn't it exhausting to keep giving a hand to those who just want to drown?
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Isn't it exhausting to be kind to the unkind?
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Isn't it exhausting to always be the one who awaits?
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Ain't I exhausted of being attached and detached according to your availability?
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The love in me suffocates,
Unable to seek a heart, huge enough,
To treasure and cherish it all.
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Joy in life is rare, fulfilling pauses of witnessing you throughout a never ending void.
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- childauthor_345 Give light shade to font
- emptypen @childauthor_345 Hey, thank you!
- _astitva_ Damn!! It's amazing
- _astitva_ Stay blessed always
- miss_silentlyweird Indeed, astounding
I await to feel the warmth of your arms,
Just like I hold my breath for that favorite part of the song.
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- _astitva_ Missed your presence
- emptypen @_astitva_ Missed your comments too ❤✨ Hope you're doing well :)
- emptypen @_astitva_ Thank you so much
- _astitva_ @emptypen Yeah I'm good. How're you doing?
- emptypen @_astitva_ I'm good too :)
And in the parallel world, we don't worry about loving each other loudly; irrespective of what religion we belong to.
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Thank goodness, the heart breaks silently, else the world would be such a noisy place to be in.
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And at
some point,
we all can't
help but
just keep
feeling
lonely,
misunderstood
and misheard.
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madinah_writes
28w
Read MoreThe wind drives me onshore.
With water that churns,
In form of ambitions.
Hanging my head, from edge to edge, under the heavenly sky so blue,
Lost in a world so new.
But, would truth plow through the water of darkness?
I'm unsure.
As I paint a picture with words.
Of similes and metaphors instead of sharpening swords.
To drive my reader’s senses,
Providing them sweet sights, smells, sounds and tastes.
Instead of the bloodshed of endless hates.
With lines of floating moons and flying stars that could be a bait.
To live and to smile, is never too late.
For love holds the power of fate.
Be you early or late, nothing would change the date.
Would my sweet words Impel?
Would my drive to you, ever propel?
© Madinah_Writes
***
This poem paints the mind of poet's anxieties. If he would be able to persuade and empower the thoughts and opinions on his reader's mind. If his piece of writing would brighten up his reader's mind and heart. If he would prefer to read his works rather than listening to the sweet lies if the politicians (votes), or obey the military officers that maltreat civilians for higher posts (promotions). Or even you neighbor next door that never stopped smiling. A poet's a heart has the purest of emotions. He might try to make worse things look more beautiful just to calm you down. But the reasons for his actions aren't ever fake.
#loneliness #aline #miraquill #writersbay #writersnetwork #emotions #drive #persuade #sad #darkness #tomorrow #free #hate #loveDrive
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madinah_writes
29w
Read MoreThe wind drives me onshore.
With water that churns,
In form of ambitions.
Hanging my head, from edge to edge, under the heavenly sky so blue,
Lost in a world so new.
But, would truth plow through the water of darkness?
I'm unsure.
As I paint a picture with words.
Of similes and metaphors instead of sharpening swords.
To drive my reader’s senses,
Providing them sweet sights, smells, sounds and tastes.
Instead of the bloodshed of endless hates.
With lines of floating moons and flying stars that could be a bait.
To live and to smile, is never too late.
For love holds the power of fate.
Be you early or late, nothing would change the date.
Would my sweet words Impel?
Would my drive to you, ever propel?
© Madinah_Writes
***
This poem paints the mind of poet's anxieties. If he would be able to persuade and empower the thoughts and opinions on his reader's mind. If his piece of writing would brighten up his reader's mind and heart. If he would prefer to read his works rather than listening to the sweet lies if the politicians (votes), or obey the military officers that maltreat civilians for higher posts (promotions). Or even you neighbor next door that never stopped smiling. A poet's a heart has the purest of emotions. He might try to make worse things look more beautiful just to calm you down. But the reasons for his actions aren't ever fake.
#loneliness #aline #miraquill #writersbay #writersnetwork #emotions #drive #persuade #sad #darkness #tomorrow #free #hate #loveDrive
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- madinah_writes Its really annoying. I spent almost an hour writing this the 5th time before it was able to upload. I don't know what went wrong but it's really slow and frustrating with this NETWORK ISSUE thing.
madinah_writes
29w
Read MoreBreak Away;
A piercing wind in my head won't let me stay.
As I hold onto memories, my whole body sway.
Unwilling, emotionally I try to say.
The arranged words in my mouth are torturing gale.
Driving me to the cycle.
No, I don't want to go, I couldn't hold another muscle.
In this world of hate and hardship and struggle.
My brain creak,
More words pour as I break away.
Night crawls closer, like a vulture's beak.
Would I forever get away?
Attempting to move, the lights fade.
It might take me another year, or maybe, a decade.
How would I break free?
From all the fear of the future, how would I flee?
My feet, inform of wings beats loudly.
My eyes, in form of camera's lens, shot slightly
For now, I'll wait.
On tomorrow's tail.
As I break away.
© Madinah_Writes
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This poem tells about the anxiety of what the future holds(tomorrow). If it would be safe or even come. Today is a light that fades into the darkness of tomorrow. Would tomorrow be bright? I break away, I hold tight.
#loneliness #aline #miraquill #writersbay #writersnetwork #emotions
#breakaway #sad #darkness #tomorrow #free #freedomBreak Away
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Looking for belongingness in intimacy,
Losing my mind, sleep and peace.
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