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  • fearspear 87w

    Horizon

    Persistent presumed puerile promises,
    Discovered desolated decisions deeming love degrading.
    Still a solitary soul seeks solace,
    Disentangled by a diverse destiny,
    A perplex presence providing perpetual protection.
    Charismatic crimson and cerulean coalesce
    Entangled in explosive emanating enigma,
    Harmonious Horizons can only hallucinate handsomeness.

    ©fearspear

  • fearspear 152w

    Perfection is a fairytale; and you do get bored of fairytales after a certain age.
    ©fearspear

  • fearspear 153w

    Kait felt a light yet chilly breeze caressing her shoulders. Immediately, she pulled the blanket over her husband's shoulders, securing him. She couldn't help but admire how handsome he was. Somethings never change. She watched him, chuckling to herself, she always used to tease him about his preference of a clean shaved face. She would always say that he looked like a newborn. She pulled his hair away from his forehead to kiss it, careful not to wake him up. Almost all if his hair was gray already. She remembered the time she used to visit the salon every fortnight to cover up her grays. But, at 65, you do stop caring about your hairstyles. She got off the bed, to close the window, it wouldn't be any good if any of them caught a cold. As she went to the window she could hear her tenant saying "well, he's definitely not the one." Her friend whined in reply, "but how would I when I really do fall in love?". Kait chuckled to herself. She shut the window and returned to the bed. She thought about the time when she had the same problem, when she had asked herself the same question over and over again. She'd never fallen in love before Nick. She had no idea how to know what love is. Or how she would know when she is in love. And to this date, she doesn't really know the answer. It's not something that can be explained. But she did know one thing for sure, when you really do love someone, you will know. It's not a feeling that you can miss or be doubtful about. You will just know. And it's going to be beautiful. She looked at Nick, smiling subconsciously. She snuggled against his chest as she drifted off to her beauty sleep.

    ©fearspear

  • fearspear 170w

    @silenteyes @jyotiagrawal_m @dangerous_diva @mistyme @shivi9008

    Please check out her posts. She is an amazing friend and is new to the writers' world.

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    Welcome to Mirakee @silenteyes

  • fearspear 173w

    Is it justified to have it cost someone their personality to be accepted by the world? In the process of standing up to everybody else's expectations, is it ok if one might just end up losing himself?

    @mistyme @dangerous_diva @jyotiagrawal_m @writersnetwork

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    Myself

    Should hardships of life pose a threat on its veracity?
    The dawn paracitizes upon the former memories,
    Tomorrow is another day, they consoled me,
    So I shall wake up with a conventional smile,
    They wonder why I couldn't discover myself.

    So I exist in this world amenable to acceptance,
    Happiness be just another sweet myth,
    An eternal escape from the prying glances,
    While I detest sympathy, I do seek solace,
    Even if it always has an inadequate life span.

    Sometimes, covered in the immortal emptiness,
    I let it all out, if only just for a moment,
    If only to add it in the boundless list of regrets,
    In the avidity to be accepted by the world,
    Self acceptance lies in a state incertitude.

    The deceptiveness around sure is enthralling.
    It did deprive me of something really important - Myself.

    ©fearspear

  • fearspear 188w

    Creativity is expensive.
    ©fearspear

  • fearspear 189w

    If I say 'I love you', it's not a reminder of my love for you, it means that I just fell for you once again.

  • fearspear 189w

    The only time a woman takes proper care of herself is when she is pregnant.

    ©fearspear

  • fearspear 191w

    For my bestie's birthday.
    @silenteyes
    Invading the inprocurable certainty,
    Harbouring the resentment as hostage,
    We sweep along the gigantic undulations,
    Seeking divinity in the sea of despair.
    Perchance the destination remains synoptic,
    Shackled two wanderers in proximity by fate,
    Together, they stride ahead majestically,
    Resonance of those auras mystical.
    @fearspear

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    Invading the inprocurable certainty,
    Harbouring the resentment as hostage,
    We sweep along the gigantic undulations,
    Seeking divinity in the sea of despair.
    Perchance the destination remains synoptic,
    Shackled two wanderers in proximity by fate,
    Together, they stride ahead majestically,
    Resonance of those auras mystical.
    ©fearspear

  • fearspear 193w

    In the background

    Staggering astray aspiring the blinding limelight,
    Dubiousness towards my opacity is hatched,
    Owing to the glances passing right through me.

    My audibilty dwells in a state incertitude,
    For my screams accentuate to nullity.
    As I lay entomed in cumulations of weeds.

    I long for the breeze to caress my soul as well,
    But they admonished it against my veracity.
    Reluctant to allocate their portion of felicity.

    My thoughts inculcate my adrenaline rush
    My feelings orphaned me a while ago,
    My heart thence immune to the abominable.

    What would it matter shall I ever cease to live?
    Would the universes mourn the demise of a void?
    Or would they ultimately acknowledge it?

    It did matter though when I ceased to camouflage.
    Daunting, they disregarded the myth I live.
    Snubbing my presence polished their pride.

    Shadows engulf the squandering nihility.
    Once I quitted stepping in other's footprints,
    And dared to announce my existence on the earth.

    ©fearspear