Miraquill
The Children
The children. ..
So often forgotten.
The child. The wanderer.
Sense of wonder.
Hungry mind.
Eyes large with curiousity.
Gentle souls.
Scared of the dark... As they should be.
So often they are left there.
It's rather sad really..
There's nothing in the dark but monsters and confusion.
Eyes closed. False light
A terrible illusion.
Stagnant seclsion.
Save the children.
Save yourself.
©claralynne
#stagnant
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claralynne 28w
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kevinosullivan
35w
Daydreaming
I sit in front of this computer daydreaming
The neoprene mousepad is wetsuit thick
I drift to surfing big swells or diving deep
The punk music playing brings me back
I look at a broken waving cat that sits still
My umber resin terracotta warrior kneels
Youth football photos of me kneel as well
What happened to real dreaming in colour
Why am I relegated to ashen daydreaming
From spontaneouslly combustible linseed
Yet, I don't paint, dream, play, appreciate, look, listen, dive or surf on anything but this artificial network; solemnly staring at a screen.
©kevinosullivan5 0
mmbftd
73w
Read More#bestfriends #loss #missingyou #love #memories #sisterhood #friendships #relationships #nostalgia #happiness #trinkets #handmedowns #markersoftime #messages #drifting #separated #newlife #stagnant #lonely #mmbftd #twins #friend #closeness #bonds #entangled #enmeshment #trauma #listener #voice #eternal #missing #knowing
Holding
I kept your trinkets
Your hand-me-downs
Your warm fuzzy sweaters
And wool socks
The loose black sweat pants
With the pockets
The plastic purple spoon
With a cute character molded into the handle. The one from that time you took me out to that frozen yogurt place and I didn't realize they charged by weight.
I'm an expensive best friend!
I kept all the gifts you sent after you moved away and assimilated into your brand new life. The one you painstakingly carved out for yourself, the one you curated with the help of some photos on Pinterest.
I kept the plastic fortune cookie with the gold and purple puzzle charm, the one that opens so I can hide my secrets inside it.
I kept the candy-pooping unicorn and I can't help but laugh each time I walk by it, it's sheeny plastic surface reflecting all the colors we loved.
I kept your hand sewn things, cherishing all the time your beautiful, pale, delicate hands put into them. I marveled at your attention to detail, your perseverance.
I kept all the gifts I bought you but did not send. The custom mixed holographic nail polishes with your name hand painted on the bottles, by my now shaky hand. I kept so many meaningful little markers of how I loved you. I don't know why I never mailed them. I was blocked maybe. In denial that you and I would most likely (and especially now), never see each other in person again. We'd never laugh together or cry together at things only the two of us could understand.
Because there are times for things and people. My time was before. Before your new life. And as you had grown and blossomed, I had stayed the same. Stagnating in my self made prison. Alone and lonely and feeling the loss of our deep sisterhood like a mourning.
Yet each time I thought of you and laughed, remembering our funny jokes, or cried knowing I needed to talk with you but didn't ever want to burden you with the same old issues...like a signal sent, you would message me. With little hearts and love.
And it always amazes me, our connection. I know you would say I'm never a burden. I know you would say I'm no bother, that you'd always make time to listen and help and cheer me up. You'd pull me out of my own darkness and into the real world again.
But there is a part of me that doesn't feel I'm good enough anymore. Not by your judgement, but by my own. I see what I am. What I've let myself become. A de-evolution of a once vibrant woman.
So I stir my coffee each morning, with that plastic purple spoon from the yogurt shop, in alternating coffee mugs you sent me. One with rainbow stars and one with that yellow sun I crave. Because only you know me truly.
And I sleep in your black sweats wearing your blue and green knit socks. And I laugh alone at our jokes. I smile when I watch other best friends on youtube, I laugh and then I cry.
And like a clockwork of the universe your heart emojis come magically floating in, just as I needed to be reminded...that this is only done if I allow it to be.
And like so many other things in our lives, maybe I shouldn't make this decision without consulting you first. My other half. My velcro twin.
I'll think about it. Until I decide, I'll keep to my rituals of trinkets and hand-me-downs.
They keep me sustained in your absence.
Always loving you.
Best friend.
©mmbftd14 0 2
yashishreyashi
77w
Read MoreThere is this constant feeling to write,
To put things into words,
Whatever I see I feel and perceive.
And it makes me restless sometimes,
Or most of the times.
The constant feeling of failing makes me restless.
This feeling of putting certain things in my way makes me restless
The sounds of frequencies matching to I am not working as I should.
I am not putting things as i should.
(A silly, humorous and a little strange style I tried)
The alarms keep ringing
in my head on and off,
I jump to catch all my work,
but fall in a puddle of sleep.
Waking up to screams
and then drawing rather than studying and after all this,
I get tired .
Next morning when I open my eyes,
I need one more hour of sleep!
and finally when I open my books
I fall in my thoughts,
so deep that the books
infront turns a secondary matter.
Then I eat my lunch,
where I overfill myself
and get lazy
and it's time for my sleep,
so I close the books
and slide in my blanket.
I wake up
and go to grab some fresh air,
I take a walk,
where I get so involved
that I forget about books.
I climb a tree and sit there,
just see and think about everything with a packet of chips.
As I climb down
my head gets distracted
with all the details.
So I delay,
and delay,
that there is no time to study
and I write as a rabbit
and submit my sheets
and then comes the exam
where I have to complete all the lessons without an excuse.
I gulp every single thing,
And get sick.
As I pick my pen
to answer the sheet
all the gulps actually gets mixed
and I vomit,
and come back and results say I am fail.
But as you know,
I tried all the way!
so help me make my teacher get
convinced ,
That lend me some marks on my sheets!
©yashishreyashi
@mirakee @writersnetwork @wolfspoetry
#write
# humorous
#poetry
#stagnant lifeLanguid soul.
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Invader
They flow through my veins,
the emotions, rattling my bones,
burning with unresolved rage.
Then settling down like still water,
stagnant and irrevocably noxious.
Feels good for a while, the escape
from raging emotions, then a putrid
stench invades my existence
and the cycle starts anew.
©poetic_catastrophe7 0
sanjudaily
96w
i stand; alone
under the light blue,
i watch; calm
under the dark hues,
i hear; stars
sing above us,
i rose; with
these high; waves too,
i exist in your dreams,
i live in my own peace,
remember my name as "BIWA",
i'm here to create,
a sky of a "believer".
-s.sono9 0 1
Quiet Days
I awake, head spinning from a dream;
Day and nights merge without a seam.
I've forgotten the red-marked days on the calender page;
I've been writing each day though nothing stays.
My days turn dull, my thoughts are null;
I've given in to this daily lull.
As if the earth had stopped to spin,
As if the air has lost its wind,
While silent days drag on whilst my poem brings a yawn...
©emily_cjw186 7 15
- tamanna3 This is beautiful
- infinity_means_you_ beautiful
- shilpaprasanth_
- preetkanwal Amazing as well relatable , congratulations on WNrepost 💐💐💐
I'm a stagnant water,
Do love and breed,
I'm ready to get infected.
©sunil9 2 1
thepenner
151w
Read MoreSlow
A writeup to those struggling with pride.
@mirakee @mirakeeworld @poetsofig
#antipride #stagnant #slow #logical #true.Slow
When you've been in a place for so long,
And you begin to think you're the boss,
Pay attention you're not strong
You're just stagnant because if not
You'd constantly be growing to higher positions.
©gozlevic4 0
You can never run with someone who wants to stand still
©the_thought_of_a_no_one14 0
The wind that touched
me today,
reminded me of
constantly moving;
Stagnant things
choke.
©akshata_nete9 0
It's ok to hope,
not to wait.
Waiting makes you stagnant,
Hopes build you and strengthen you or break and teach you.
So,let's hope
and not wait-$HRUTI.G
©thoughts_beyond_infinity_7 0 1
peterlpeter
170w
Forward
Failure is inevitable.
The only thing we have control over
Is the direction of our failure...
So keep failing forward. Forward is ALWAYS better; and slow is ALWAYS better than stagnant.
© 2019 Peter L. Peter10 0 1
Stagnant!
Suppressed feelings left stagnant in presence of you.
©bookdrunkard16 1 2
Stagnant
A bird in hand is worth two in a bush this proverb is sceptic feeling about the opportunity
©shankyaudacity9 2 1
kaivalya
184w
Everything stays stagnant for those who are like lakes,
We should be like Rivers,
Making our own way, fulfilling our destiny,
As we move.
©kaivalya7 0
Am not as much afraid
of breaking as much as
of being in same shape,
at same place even after
when the world has danced
around the sun for 365 days.
©penitdown18 1 2
defectivepiece
193w
People will teach you how to love by not loving you back .
People will teach you how to forgive by not apologizing .
People will teach you how kindness by their judgement.
People will teach you how to grow by remaining stagnant .
Pay attention when you're going through painful and mysterious time.
Listen to wisdom life is trying to teach you...
©defectivepiece14 1 1
nikita_bose_biswas
198w
Human nature is like water. Don’t be ashame to weep; it’s right to grieve, water does not resist.
When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is caress. Anger is like flowing water, there is nothing wrong in it; whereas hate is like stagnant water. Eventually all things merge into one.
Be like water as it is not afraid to burn in fire or fade in the sky.
It is a symbol of emotions.
©nikitabiswas_9 1 1
loftydreams101
202w
Launched at Daybreak
An armada of steel
Has returned for my rusted frame
In this shallow backwater,
The horizon thunders
So I drift from the reeds
Dislodged from decay,
Fit again to reap glory
In the roll and crash
Of a boiling black tide
© William Wright, Jr. 2018
