Miraquill
"I dream to have a dream"
Comeback child version me
Tell me how will I made you reappear?
©miss_silentlyweird
#repent
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miss_silentlyweird
7w
Read MoreI would like to be like bird with wings to fly,
That is what I dreamed on when I was five,
Without idea that reaching high,
Cannot be easily strive,
"What would you like to be?"
They ask when I was in elementary,
I look around before saying doctor with glee,
Since known degree is complementary,
I ask myself, "what would I like to be?"
As everything changed in highschool,
Giving me floods of doubt and passion absentee,
Talent or skills I'm lacking — nothing to pull,
Now that I'm in college
I feel like I've been wandering
In this life I can't find courage
So I just wait for something
Something that I don't know
Something I cannot distinguish
Maybe I just live in a show
Where I play along in able to appear lavish
I repent to still haven't tried anything.
I repent picking trauma that shouldn't be mine
Since from the very beginning
Resulting like a fragile product design
I still haven't touched real life
I still don't know to be brave
I still don't know what to want without strife
I still want to felt to be a dreamer in crave
#twelve #repent #reappear
#wod #pod #miraquill
@miraquill #like
How people know what something they like, talent or dream?
When everyone seems to be good at it. How come I find it difficult?26 8 13
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Limbo
Snowswept chapel,
the babel of our divine mercy stills.
Sunlight abandons the painted windows
and wind-songs howl from the hills.
What ghost kneels beside me
scrabbling for a worthy prayer?
Pews locked in the silent dark
as frankincense flows in the air.
All of these phantoms here to repent.
Slender tower,
lonesome hours beside the bell.
Waiting for the spectral carillon
to sound its warbling knell.
What fugue cries from the organ,
what canticle sighs from the choir?
Wordless sermons press my dreams
with scarlet floods and cyan fire.
Is it chanting or is it screams
cascading from the lonesome mire?
All of the damned here to repent.14 1 2
Repent
There is none perfect in this massive world,
Saints,Godly person falls in the same list,
After all this is an Evil world,
With only handful of good Samaritan,
Even if I try to repent my flaws,
Awful situation push me in as a culprit,
I never committed mistakes with willingness,
I am only a victim,
When truth failed to defend me,
When justice went deaf, dumb and blind,
After a fierce battle against falsehood,
What am I suppose to do,
I surrender myself without choice,
Now, I can only repent.
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sanveda 7w
Read MoreYeah she was swayed by his charm
Those innocent look his eyes
The craziness of his mind
She liked it all
But yeah it was one sided
In the end she did a mistake
Which made him suffer
And she repented...
#repent #wod #deep_feelingsSometimes you repent over the things
Which affected your beloved...
©sanveda6 0
Seven deadly sins
PRIDE is excessive belief in one's own ability.
GREED is a desire for wealth and greed with a lack of interest in the realm of the spiritual.
LUST is a lust or craving for pleasures of the body.
ENVY is the coveting of anothers traits, situation, or ability.
GLUTTONY is an inordinate desire to consume more than is required.
WRATH is anger manifested in an individual, who spurns love, and opts instead for fury.
SLOTH is the avoidance of physical or spiritual work.
Repent, and you might be saved, from the ultimate choice you've made.
Discussion is this may be the way, you find your life, is also frayed.
©soundsofsaddness417 0
There must be still time
Maybe one more chance
Try after try to rebuild a romance
If it don't workout
You can't say you haven't tried your best
For if you have truly moved on
I wish you nothing but happiness
©jusspeakup6 3
- anthonyhanible See I was talking about you
- anthonyhanible My best you know that I tried
- jusspeakup Exactly why there must be still time
fire_paradise_
7w
Read More|| Love plays for you :
The hidden lips now shines with primroses as monologues are written in poetries on her skin , the last night sweet chaos , uttered by bitter sweet charms. The moon still blushes, while fingertips of him , moulds her body down her pathways , while her lips pants out sweet moaning lullabies closing eyes with pleasuere of souls brushing across her skin.
The ever worn cleavage , now blushes with red marks and a bosom filled with love and the warmth of Paris romance.
The skin still shimmers , while her eyes still shys away from his gaze through her sweet pantings. The sour thighs now utter sweet ruins of a midnight cruise headed on an aquamarine ocean , while his fingers caressses her breasts with utter petrichor hues.
Her coffee planted arcs now shimmers with lullabies while her tightened breasts moans more through her parted thighs on a sweet fluffy cavern where intoxication got the best out of fingertips carrying each other.
His fingertips caresses down his body still finding her sweet moaning warmth while her gaze diverts under her eyes to put a pause into their charms , on a sweet moaning day where the red wine and coffee honey spills all over their souls and naked canvases of love.
Let the addiction be a sweet savoury morning betwixt the miseries of gazes.
~dedicated to a future lover ~
#love
@miraquill
@writersnetwork
#repent
#likeon a sweet moaning day where the red wine and coffee honey spills all over their souls
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Repent
You feel superior until you have the fear.
May be you bestowed then you have to bear.
Thought of belittle, betray then lament.
You made others inferior, then you repent.
Whole existence wrapped up in chill.
You bow before Allah, ego does kill.
From hair to nail, remains nothing.
You come out of something that is nothing.
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jennau 7w
No escape
I grew up in and around the church
Felt it would heal my traumas and my soul I could search
An attempt to rid my life of its evil
But could not be solved by that of the medieval
I was told to look in side and repent
Clueless of the extent of my torment
To be a good Christian I had to forgive
To control myself and stop being combative
To be a sheep who blindly follow
Set aside my needs and my pride to swallow
Purpose and identity a book compel
Like that of a faceless Angel
To portray a meekness and peace
But I do not conquer my demons with ease
Because even within that church my life got gorier
Everyday a battle so I became a warrior
Subject to gaslighting, manipulation, abuse and rape
For me when it came to evil there seemed no escape
©jennau6 0
Repent
If we knew which goodbyes would by our last, those final words not left to chance
Will the soldier ever be present again, or forever lost in that trance
Can humanity once lost, be found again?
A twisted soul somehow reclaim
Or is it akin to the blind man seeing?
In the name of justice, no longer a human being
God's commandments and laws of man
Both written by all too mortal a hand
Adjourned divine so you want to comply
Will you repent the tenants you broke
Will you repent those words, you shouldn't have spoke
Those deeds and acts you wish you had
The darkness and light, with whom did you stand?
Did you lose your spirituality to appease your faith?
Rethink your humanity, like it was a mistake?
Does your compass still point North, at your journey's end
Or are regrets all you've got, is it too late to repent.....
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nusaiba
7w
Filled with remorse they come to me,
In the night before I sleep.
Gathering behind what I see,
Drawing tears from within me.
‘I’ve lost so much sleep over you,
How many nights I’d lay awake.
With a heart that was fearful,
Of the sun that should rise again.’
Memories of the past come to me,
Hoping to repent.
For all the pain it’s put me through,
All the years from me it took.
©nusaiba7 0
And thanks to the word repent which gives us awareness of the Almighty and his forgiveness ............
©hinamushtaq8 0
The Narcissist and the Empath
The Puppeteer and the Marionette
I am ever after the villian on your
Caitiff stage, my veracity sewn shut
With liability and blame
As I am forced to repent.
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I am forced to repent for
Expressing my thoughts
My volcanoic anger towards patriarchy society
For defining, women life is complete only if she gets married
For wasting my salty tears for nothing !!
©happy_soul1412 0 1
Repent
A feeling that every human being undergoes as a student for wasting the entire semester and repenting a day before exam for doing so.
©voiceofinnersoul10 0 1
Repentance is a form of making peace with yourself!!
©random_effed_thoughts9 0
Step by step
Layer by layer
They peel off innocence.
Most love to snatch light
Push you into the gloom
And force you to forget about your presence.
They make you kneel
Compel you to kill,
The inner child your cradle.
They come to you wearing vile scent
Mesmerising you with malevolent charm before crushing you,
Yet they never repent .
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childauthor_345
7w
Read MoreColumns of eye #cees_attributes ,
And later #repent of ungrateful route ,
Where spring has caged itself in the prison of heat,
Unstoppable caravan there , and are running seats.Repent in my cupboard ,
Rests taking whistles in unison ,
Hence , I want a new accomodation ,
In a your secured memories.
Commotion of aches in my region ,
Spectacle broken and highlighted blurred vision ,
Flamingo in thy hut , nourished hope on crease,
Lend me this optimism , or give your heart on lease .
Aches reside in my abode ,
Give some ointment to let it erode ,
Deviation of time didn't allow the expedition ,
So share a piece of telepathy , or declare a benign mission.57 30 19
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inkandfable670
@childauthor_345
No, it's your wondrous words which truly deserve it - childauthor_345 @inkandfable670 concluding beguile debate .
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inkandfable670
@childauthor_345
Yep - _stubbornquill_ Congratulations on Wn repost
- luvnotes_challenge_host Glad to do it and you're always welcome.
jenaroaragon
7w
One Little Ewe Lamb
Uriah is in my hands
And I am on the roof.
Does she know what we could have?
Like the sound of the sun
And the stretching of leaves,
Reverberations of om,
Her scent on the breeze.
Creation singing in the afterglow.
And what of it, Nathan?
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jenaroaragon
71w
Clemency
Put no stock in diplomatic compassion. Well mannered tenderness disguising malicious, old fashion, factions, politely performing infractions on our civil liberties.
They wear their propaganda like a Coronet, and their 16 millimeter short films echo still to this day. Their words, it turns out, speak louder than their actions.
So be honest with the dying, lest the kakistocracy fill their heads with thoughts of immortality. Because here at the end of days they grasp for the delusions of a mythic past, desperate to blind themselves to the suffering they’ve caused us.
One myth sits atop the other, however, and the blind can be made to see. What is more, they must. For what can forgiveness mean to one who refuses to accept it’s necessity? And aught we let them rob us even of the ability to forgive?
Ha.
And they call our pride a sin.
©jenaroaragon
