Miraquill
Lie and Truth
Saying a lie
Hiding the Truth
Yes there is a Difference
©lunalight
#hiding
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adidam143
22w
Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain,
Hiding the tears that fall like rain.
Saying I'm fine when I'm anything but.
This ache in my soul rips at my gut.
My skin is on fire; I burn from within.
The calm on my face is an ongoing sin.
The world must stay out; I've built up a wall.
My fragile lie will collapse should it ever fall.
Loneliness consumes me; it eats away the years
Until my life is swallowed by unending fears.
Waiting for someone to see I wear a mask
And care enough to remove it; is that too much to ask?14 2 1
- connecdots No it's not. And i truly wish you get someone in lyf who removes that mask.
- adidam143 @connecdots thanks
mar9iech
24w
My heart is full to bursting
with all the things
I want to say to you
They're breaking me to pieces
trying to get out
My soul is lost searching
and wandering
to where I can't reach you
A secret hiding place
Loneliest, prettiest thing
I can't get out
©mar9iechPhoto By Christopher Campbell on Unsplash18 2 3
captainfatimahabiba
30w
Read More#refrain @writersnetwork
Dedicated to all the #heaARTists of @miraquill
One shouldn't be recognizing an artist merely through the lenses of paints, colours, brushes, swirling the lines to draw some painting or twisting the words to produce a rhyming philosophy or performing some stunning stunt in front of camera or uttering the borrowed words on stage or something beyond or back the scene.
Rather it needs to be cross introspective in order to plant every plant of the garden named, ART.
//at first it's not something to be learned, acquired or taught but inherited, it is breathed in our breaths. //
》》A new born baby is an artist in his own unique way, his single art of #crying to get him everything.
》》A toddler's art of random #babbling surpasses the art of mature oration for being so pure so cute so natural.
》》An infant's art of #discovery opens to him the doors of immeasurable joy.
》》A kid's art of making innocent #excuses unfolds the ways to get escaped.
》》A teenager's art to #feel is the beauty of youth indeed.
//but then inheritance begins to get replaced by earning the learning...//
When ,
☆ a girl begins to learn the art of #hiding fears.
♤and a boy learns the art to #overcome his.
♢a woman begins to learn the art of #comprising her wishes.
♧and a man to #adjust his needs.
and it continues by preaching and practising and empathizing various arts of life that one finally learns the #art_to_live but the bell rings and the chapter and class gets over forever.
Life is too short to live.
So stop judging and start appreciating.
||Being artists we can never be perfect being differently oriented.
But being heARTists , let's give a collective try to master this art of leading the hearts.||
©captainfatimahabibaThe he-ART-ists
The best of arts is to lead the hearts
To nurture someone's bloom
To inhibit someone's gloom
Swirling the nib to wordify utopia
Scrolling the brush to erase dystopia
The best of arts is is to lead the hearts
♡♡♡♡♡♡
©captainfatimahabibaPhoto By Stella Sofia on Unsplash30 33 14
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captainfatimahabiba
@divyanshi28_03 @faisal_hussain_haqqani_ @rumanrulesneverend @2chinmayee @shaiz_fs
Thankuuuuuuuuuuuuuu so much all of you -
captainfatimahabiba
@milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake
Thank you so much
@rozella
You are love - shaiz_fs @rozella so sweet of you ❤️
loftydreams101
32w
Outside of Ourselves
Flat-screens chatter through the empty halls
All their words fall dead
Beneath the afternoon’s weary sigh
~
No one speaks
Nothing rises from the selfish ether
And true cries of affection
Burrow deeper into silence
~
Outside of ourselves
The rolling plains grow cold
Under withering groves
Shedding flecks of gold
~
Something stirs within
In these desolate hours
Fighting outward
To be stolen by a cold autumn breeze
© 2021 William Wright, Jr.45 2 6
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sneh1327
Hey There
I hope you're doing well.
I'm compiling an anthology "Hygge - the feeling of warmth" and would be delighted to have your contribution in it.
I went through some of your pieces and they're beautiful.
If you're interested, I'll brief you on more details. - iamaselenophile Beautiful ❤
finding_ataraxy 37w
The Mask
You're always so funny...
You're always so positive ...
You're always smiling....
You're always so happy...
(Takes off her mask)
You're so sad....
You're so hurt...
You're so broken...
You're so angry...
You're so good at hiding it...
©finding_ataraxy8 2
bushbaby
38w
Unmask
I pick up the letters
A, B, C
I’ve forgotten how to string them together
I chew them down before I could see
If my words could ever be
Long enough
Strong enough
To build a bridge connecting you
And pitifully, me.
Had I cut off my hands
In my haste to curse love?
For I keep reaching for air in this lonely dance
Fated to forever dream of your touch
I hum tunes of tales
Of “happily ever after”s
But all those faces with you
Are never unmasked,
Never me.
If only today
I could gobble down my fear
Instead of, for once, these letters
That you’d gifted me
I could string together all the love I hid
For you, far away,
From this monstrosity
That becomes me
Every time you look away
Inching closer to giving up
And further away from me.
©bushbaby5 0
When she was young,
she had oneirataxia.
But when she grew older
she was all experienced.
And the Fantacy became her atermoiement
and latibule from the reality12 1 1
heyoka_warrior
53w
Read More#writersnetwork #mirakee #readwriteunite #audience #wod #stalkers #hiding #behind #veils #looking #life #far #wonder #enemies #friends #secret #places #prying #eyes #conscious #moves #surrounded #invisible #forces #paranoia #cautious #fool #choice #spies #anywhere #follow #thank #wasting #time #appreciating #teaching #learning #watching #ignore #sneaky #hunting #striking #where
Stalkers hiding behind the veils
Looking at your life thus far,
Making you wonder what they're up to;
Are they enemies or are they friends?
Stalkers' in secret places prying eyes
Makes you conscious of your moves;
Surrounded by invisible forces—paranoia?
Be cautious or be a fool, your choice.
Stalkers, spies, your audience;
Anywhere you are they follow;
Appreciate them for wasting time on you—
Teaching, learning, watching
Or ignore them for being sneaky,
Hunting and striking you where you are.
©heyoka_warrior11 0
Everyone is hiding
under the cloak
of ignorance.
© Eesha9 0
I drag my feet
Through this life
And what do I feel
Just the pain and the strife
Keep my head down
Blood stain on my sleeve
Heart tucked away
Give it time to grieve
Yet still I drag
And shuffle along
Until the day
That I am gone
©sins_of_creation9 1 1
Hiding
Since I was a child I was naive and timid. I would always hide from trouble and stay away from people. Its kind of wonder why even as an adult I still hide instead of expressing myself. To me its best to keep a lot in the heart and show myself a little when I feel its alright to. You could imagine when I was a given a chance to live in a house alone for few months. I still hide but it is a bit shocking because it is only me. Should I be afraid of myself or what?
I would sit on particular places for a reason which is predictable even when others where around. In the house alone was so beautiful to stay which i loved but I couldn't handle being alone so I called a sister of mine every two days. There was ones when I stood in my room and said '' why imprison myself when I am with those that are younger than me?
'' Why hide when even as an eldest I can say whatever I want with confidence??''
Hiding has always been my poison, habit and my comfort zone.
Even when I talk to my sisters they always said about themselves '' Why should I hide, it's my home, my room, my phone and my things? Just because of others??''
I realized I might have gone overboard with this crazy habit of mine. As an adult its kind of weird to have these insecurities.
To those that are like me who hide from themselves talk more of others. Just be a little brave and courageous because whatever can harm you is not as big as you think. Life is a rollercoaster, if you feel disappointed after coming out from hiding just know it was because you are unfamiliar with it and in the next few days, weeks and months you go through life step by step you will realise there is so much to live for.
©empress_hinata
26 April 2021
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- silent_firefly True!!
- lonewolf1203
- empress_hinata Thank you so much @miss_silentlyweird
- empress_hinata Thank you @lonewolf1203
Shores of loom
The waves of stress
Claim the most polished of rocks
Watch them erode
Waiting to be washed away
©sins_of_creation6 0
Here we are
All of us
Drowning
In a sea of time
©sins_of_creation12 1
Smile.
Cause who knows the happiness they show in front is just the plethora of smiles they fake!
©someone_stranger6 0
The radio
It has been a week, I haven't lost count of days
Dark clouds of smoke, still blocking the sun rays
Those who were hiding are gone, gone are those with guns
Unlike before, a frightened kid on the street no more runs
Carcasses lying around like strangled dolls
I am no more scared of shattered panes or broken walls
No one asks me to study, with me I have all the time
A crackling radio I picked from debris, is far better than any mime
Screaming silence dies, when the knobs I turn
Then I think to myself, does killing feel like fun?
©sharifa14 2 1
- avacadopacer You'll make smart kids look sexy one day
- sharifa @avacadopacer I didn't get you..did you like the poem or is there something I could improve?
-Truth- will set you free,
from fear made by self-doubt.
To be brave is all -about-
-being- yourself when too scared to be.
But when it comes to -me-
-Im hiding- my true self behind a rotting tree.
This self hatred is -a painful- identity,
and future me can not be
because of my conflicting -duality-
In -my heart- the truth lies,
so I paint my confession in a disguise.
The secret -is- rather conspicuous,
Written to reflect my -ambiguous- feelings.11 0
After breakups, people wear the mask of inspiring role in their life, hiding scars inside.
©lalitha_l211 1
They said, "You are a strong girl".
Pillow replied, " No, she is not a strong girl anymore ... Only I know "....
©riyu_aishu13 0 1
heyoka_warrior
204w
Respect the silent ones.
The ones who are loners.
The ones with less friends.
The ones hiding in their shell.
They talk less and know much.
The meek ones you thought were weak.
For they are older than their age.
They knew pain way too early.
Their life mysterious.
Their soul translucent.
Respect that they are quiet.
Respect the life that made them it.
©heyoka_warrior
