#spicysugartales

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  • spicy_sugar 27w

    Will you be my sunset?

    //On a winter evening,
    When the cold zephyr caresses the souls,
    two hearts decided to complement their love. //

    He says.
    Meet me when the sunsets
    'Coz our love always shine bright under the moonlight
    Not counting the stars when the brightest one is just beside me.

    Meet me, I'll probably have no words for you
    Meet me, I may stop thinking about myself.

    Be my sunset, so I can watch you for hours
    Be my moonlight, so I can feel your shining presence
    Wish the love remains the same
    Wish the love remains true.

    Meet me when the sun sets.
    @the_untold_oneliners


    Sunset and Love

    // I fell in love with Sunsets.
    Effortlessly, suddenly and totally.
    Just like I fell in love with you.//

    She says,

    I will meet you, when the sunsets
    Let's hold hands, and watch it spread hues
    Until the sky is decorated with stars
    And then tell the Moon ours stories

    I will meet you, Let our eyes talk.

    I will be your moon, you my stars
    I will be your Sunset, you my sky
    We will write a story that remains
    A story of true love that has no restrains

    I will meet you, when the sun sets,
    To spread love, as beautiful as those hues.
    @spicy_sugar

    Collab with @the_untold_oneliners ��
    #ceesreposts #spicysugartales

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    //On a winter evening,
    When the cold zephyr caresses the souls,
    two hearts decided to complement their love. //

    ©the_untold_oneliners



    // I fell in love with Sunsets.
    Effortlessly, suddenly and totally.
    Just like I fell in love with you.//

    ©spicy_sugar

  • spicy_sugar 27w

    It's not your fault that he/ she left you. You keep thinking, questioning yourself, hundred times a day, of where it went wrong, what did you not do right. Questioning if it is because you are not good-looking if you're not a better person. That whether or why you are not enough.

    But, No. You are enough. It is not your fault they left. It is not your freckles or your hair that chased them away. It is not your voice or your colour. It is neither your attitude nor your character. It is not because you are ignorant or " you argued a lot."

    Sometimes love/relationship just doesn't work out and that is okay. I know it pains you, I know think you will never find true love, I know you think you're too old to find love again. But, despite everything, real love will find you. It will find you when you are crying, trying to hide your ugliest scars. And it will stay. It will find you at the most unpredictable time and knocks you off your feet. It will find you and will love you for all the reasons you thought people left you for.

    ©spicy_sugar
    #youareenough @writersnetwork @miraquill #ceesreposts #spicysugartales

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    To the heartbroken

    It is not your fault that he/ she left you.
    Sometimes love/ relationship doesn't workout, and that is okay.

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    ©spicy_sugar

  • spicy_sugar 34w

    I fear death,
    So darling, make me immortal,
    in those poems of yours

    ©spicy_sugar

  • spicy_sugar 44w

    //If I will ever want to know a person, I will want to know their fears. Fears that will keep them awake at 3 at night.//

    As a girl and as a woman, I am afraid of marriage like any other normal girl or any other woman. I am afraid that he will not love me as I am. I am afraid I will have to hide my true self to get validated. I am afraid that I will become a closed-off person like with a stranger or with the ones I am not close to. Or worse, I am afraid I will rant or talk my heart out, and he wouldn't pay attention. I am afraid he'll always question my loyalty because I had a relationship when I was 21. I am afraid my in-laws will taunt me in everything I do. I am afraid that they will treat me badly or worse as a charity case 'cause I have no one. I am afraid because I have no one and nowhere to run when they hurt me. No one to sympathize with and no one to empathize.

    As a woman, I am afraid to have children. Weird, isn't it? But I am. I am afraid my child will be judged even before it is born. I am afraid my child has to live up to the societal norms. I am afraid my child will be bullied for being different. I am afraid my child will suffer from depression at the age of 11. I am afraid my child will be all alone with no one to confide in, 'cuz their mother is not available, 'cuz she is working her arse off, as my mother. I am afraid my child would lie on the bed, cry into the pillow, and think of suicide as I did as a child and adult. I am afraid my child will feel all alone trapped in his/her mind and will hesitate to ask for help. I am afraid someone will tell my child it's all in the head and he/she will believe it. I am afraid my child will have to live without their mother to protect them from this world, like I am living now.

    As a woman, I am afraid to have a girl child. I am afraid she will never see the light of the day. I am afraid her grandparents wouldn't want her, unlike mine. I am afraid she will be body-shamed. I am afraid that her own family will make her feel unwelcome. I am afraid as a child she will not know the difference between good touch and bad touch, or worse, she will know, but couldn't or wouldn't talk about it. I am afraid she will suffer abuse and will deal with it, all alone, as I did. I am afraid she will be traumatized for life and wouldn't seek help, as I did not. I am afraid I will not be able to protect from the lustful eyes and perverted hands. I am afraid she will be looked down on just 'cause she's a girl, and she will not know to stand up for herself, unlike me. I am afraid that she will listen to all those people, who will say she couldn't make it and will believe them. I am afraid she will live a life like her mother strong yet weak, successful but defeated.
    ©spicy_sugar



    P. S- this is the most honest I have been with myself in years. And I may delete it cuz I feel exposed. Lol.

    And I thank everyone who skips this 'cuz it is so long


    I also can't thank enough who read this till here
    Grateful �� You guys are amazing AND rare.

    #spicysugartales #ceesreposts @writersnetwork

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    If I will ever want to know a person, I will want to know their fears. Fears that will keep them awake at 3 at night.

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    ©spicy_sugar

  • spicy_sugar 61w

    #mattandjenny
    I am an addict
    Addicted to the smell of you in my poetry.

    Before, I was different, emotionless, or cold if you want to call it. After you, everything changed, I changed. My playlist changed, the lyrics I used to listen to sound different, sounded alive. All those love songs which once I used to call 'cheesy' or swipe them next rolling my eyes became all I listen to. Every song hummed a melody of you.

    You were that 'you' for me in every love song I used to listen to and slowly turned to be my muse. And now I sing songs written on your name while I lie in a mess of whiskey, cigarettes, and a heap of torn papers. Papers that held your name or the millions of songs I wrote on your name. I still write, Matt, the irony is it's nothing but your name. And it's still the best poem I ever wrote.

    Every day, I get drunk, drunk, and sad, thinking about all the reasons you could have stayed for. Remembering all those times you made me dance even though I'm bad at it. And all those times you slept over, where we did less sleeping and more talking. I remember all those long conversations. They are both blessing and curse.

    Idk why, but this particular memory stabs me every day.
    It's the day we went shopping. More of like I dragged you shopping with me. That day, after shopping, we were walking through the busy streets, holding hands. I asked you "what is love, Matt?" Out of nowhere. You stumbled in your step but got hold in a sec and said "IDK, Jenny, why do you ask?" I murmured a "just"

    You stopped in track and pulled me back with you, stared into my eyes, and said "IDK what love is Jenny, but if I have to explore it, I would do it with you." It left me speechless, but my blush spoke volumes you said.

    It's all these memories, Matt, that keep me alive. Idk if I miss you or these memories!
    ©spicy_sugar
    #mattandjenny #anautumntale #spicysugartales @diabolic_sugar @sangfroid_soul

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  • spicy_sugar 72w

    Like a lone bird
    I wait for someone to come by
    Not necessarily a lover
    But, anyone. Anyone at all

    After you left,
    Everything was dark and scary
    After you left,
    I was left sad and incomplete

    If people want to remind me of self-love
    I would pay a deaf ear
    If people want to say we should complete ourselves
    I would let them. Not that I will pay attention

    I never believed in lucky champ
    I was forced to, after you left
    You are the one that made me whole and alive
    Not that idk that before you left

    Every time I write, I keep it simple
    Cuz I want you to understand
    Every time I scribble a metaphor
    It is because I was reminded of your complex mind

    I wonder what were your thoughts
    When you left me here all alone
    Did you want me to wait
    Or were you waiting for me to come along

    Like a lone bird, I wait
    Maybe not for someone but for you.
    ©spicy_sugar

    PC: Me
    #lonebird #spicysugartales #ceesreposts @writersnetwork @mirakee

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    Like a lone bird
    I wait for someone to come by
    Not necessarily a lover
    But, anyone. Anyone at all

    ©spicy_sugar

  • spicy_sugar 73w

    Like a kid gets fond of one particular toy, I got fond too, except it has life. Or, he has life. I got pretty fond of him in a very short while. I was surprised at how fast he grew on me. I mean, he's not my ideal type. Hell, he seems like someone who would make me pay for every heart I broke in the past and present. And I still fell for him.

    He will embrace you one minute and pushes you away the next.
    He'll say trying and talking are things that let a relation flourish and he can be the perfect example of a closed-off person. He tries to heal you one minute and break you more the next minute. And he's not subtle about it either. "Then why the hell did you fall for him" inner me yells, twice a second. Hell if I know the answer!

    Ours was a typical love story. A story that began under the summer starry sky. We talked heartbreak, we talked love, we talked fate, we talked poetry. Until the day he knows everything about me, and me about him. I know, he was not what I wanted, or what I need. But I fell for him, unknowingly, unexplainably. One minute I was listening, the other I fell. Only, I don't know which 'other' minute it was. He said he would leave, one day. And I promised, under those same stars, that I would move on.

    I laughed at everyone, got annoyed at anyone who says they couldn't move on. "You are just not trying hard," was my reply, always. Until I have to move on from an almost relationship. I understood that it was never about trying. It is more about fighting. Fighting the urge to call, text and thinking about getting back. Fighting the memories waking you up from the nightmares about being together. Fighting the unbearable yet all-consuming pain. The pain you crave and dread.

    //I loved him, thinking he would complete me.
    He left, with vital pieces of mine, leaving me further incomplete. Just like this write-up//

    P. S - I still love him
    ©spicy_sugar

    @writersnetwork @mirakee #ceesreposts #julietscorner #spicysugartales

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    He seems like someone who will make me pay for every heart I broke, in the past and present


    ©spicy_sugar

  • spicy_sugar 93w

    //I made a jar of smiles
    Every piece of paper has your name on it//

    They say to make a jar of smiles, so we can open them when we are low, read them, and remember all those good times. All those happy moments. So I made one. And all of them holds your name, Matt, like a possession. They remind me how happy we were.

    The irony is, the jar of smiles, did nothing to make me smile. All it did is, break me a little more, into pieces, with every piece of paper I open. They were reminders of both, how happy we were, and how we can't be anymore. And, Matt, that breaks me every day.

    I opened this one chit, which has today's date on it, "we went to the park for the first time" it read. I remember that day clearly, we woke up late and decided to hit the road without having breakfast. You are riding the bike, we stopped at a place, a place whose existence is unaware to me! Funny how it's my hometown!

    It's a park, we strolled through it, sat at a place, not for too long, but it was a memorable day. We talked about life, about the future, about how we have to overcome the differences. Now, its nothing but a talk, ain't it?
    Cuz
    "Storms of differences raged in between
    Parting us and wrecking our souls"
    Isn't it?
    ©spicy_sugar

    #mattandjenny #spicysugartales @writersnetwork #julietscorner #ceesreposts

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    I blame the pen
    I blame the paper
    I blame the chair

    I blame the sounds
    I blame the creaks of doors
    I blame the songs

    I blame the mood swings
    I blame the numbness
    I blame the light

    I blame the smile
    I blame the hope
    I blame the wish

    I blame them all
    For impeding me
    From the thing
    I love the most

    I blame them all
    For they distract me
    From writing
    All the pain out

    I blame them all
    For I could not
    Blame myself
    ©spicysugar

    #spicysugartales

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  • spicy_sugar 93w

    My life in one line
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  • spicy_sugar 94w

    Thought
    P r o v o k e d
    Pen

    Pen
    M e t
    Paper

    Paper
    E m b r a c e d
    Emotion

    Emotion
    B e c a m e
    Poetry

    Poetry
    H e a l e d
    Soul

    #poetrywednesday @mirakee @writersnetwork @bouncy @yaish_ @2chinmayee @ckfilvan #julietscorner @jaya_madala @thesunshineloves #spicysugartales

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  • spicy_sugar 94w

    It's hard to achieve or goal for something
    When you constantly blame yourself and belittle yourself

    ©spicy_sugar

  • spicy_sugar 95w

    Captured in your eyes
    Is a world I would love to explore.

    ©spicy_sugar

  • spicy_sugar 95w

    PC : Pinterest
    #spicysugartales

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    I made a jar of smiles
    Every piece of paper has your name

    ©spicy_sugar

  • spicy_sugar 96w

    Vodka is overrated
    You are more intoxicating

    ©spicy_sugar

  • spicy_sugar 96w

    I lie here
    Not in the bed
    But the loneliness you left me in

    ©spicy_sugar

  • spicy_sugar 96w

    I want to be that fabric of poetry
    That you weave with love
    That you knit with care and concern
    That you decorate with adoration

    I want to be that fabric
    That you hold on to, for warmth, in the cold winter night
    That you wear all the time, since you're comfortable with it, even on a hot summer day
    That you use to protect you in rain, that pours down on a stormy rainy afternoon.

    I want to be a fabric
    That elevates your inner beauty
    That brings the best colours out of you
    That stick to you like your second skin

    ©spicy_sugar

    #fabric @mirakee @writersnetwork #ceesreposts #julietscorner


    Since mirakee is not working properly, I'm using the hashtag for my writings so one can find them easily. It's #spicysugartales

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    Fabric

    I want to be that fabric
    That you hold on to, for warmth, in the cold winter night
    That you wear all the time, since you're comfortable with it, even on a hot summer day
    That you use to protect you in rain, that pours down on a stormy rainy afternoon.

    ©spicy_sugar

  • spicy_sugar 96w

    #cees_rww_chall

    Every line is from different poems I wrote.

    Thank you @carolyns_challenges ma'am for the challenge. Hope this is not bad


    #spicysugartales

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    Hoping to write a forever story I began
    The ashes of love you burned
    Choke me everyday
    Everything will be fine they say
    I bid farewell to all the feelings I have for you
    Your chest is full of sonnets, ballads, poems and songs about him
    While I sit shattered here
    Sometimes I wish for pain so I can pen into beautiful poem
    I weaved poems
    The hurt our parting caused
    They let pain seem beautiful

    ©spicy_sugar

  • spicy_sugar 98w

    The way you smile
    Do million things to me
    Making me happy is one of it

    ©spicy_sugar