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  • kasminastro 8m

    A Poem to my dear father

    A gentle Morning peck
    On my forehead
    Before you left for the day's work
    Was all I needed to feel other worldly wonder.

    I ponder
    About your sharp mind yet safe love
    About how you spent your life
    Making sure that of others was filled with light
    About your sore eyes, looking at machine code all night.
    About your beautiful friendly demeanor
    as you laughed with us during dinner.
    About your child like behaviour
    When you became startled watching a movie of horror.

    I only wish I could hold you like you held me
    Protect you from monsters that you couldn't perceive.
    Because I always knew
    They were your parents, who used you

    When I drift off,
    It will be into your arms,
    Then may you lay your head
    On my lap,
    As I will gently pat away
    Every sorrow and every regret
    Until all is left is golden memories that
    Beam in sunlight without a silhouette,
    And give you the motherly love
    That a spectacular son
    Like you deserve

    Yours very lovingly,
    Your Daughter

    ©kasminastro

  • kasminastro 4w

    Never was a fair game

    She surrendered her feelings
    Before she could ask why.
    The drunken whispers that said "escape"
    Were hushed by his eyes
    That glowed with pretty, brutal lies.
    Like bar dealings
    She couldn't stop rolling his dice
    And she slowly lost her happiness and
    coins that shined
    to the one she called "mine'

    It burnt her to the soul
    To the point she didn't know who she was anymore
    She knew that she had been falling hard
    But not that it was into a death trap.
    He was irrevocably bad
    And realising that she had fallen in love with such a man
    Made her mad.

    She brushed off the dust and the tears.
    She carried the permanent bruise
    And walked out the door.
    Setting the bar on fire
    With her blaze that had rekindled
    A galore.
    She gave him her score,
    For the game he thought he could always control.

    ©kasminastro

  • kasminastro 4w

    Future

    Something tells me
    That the future won't be easy.
    The idea of it makes me a bit dizzy.
    Who will I be?
    What will time make me see?
    There is no perfect key
    To unlock the box to foresee.

    I can only
    Go along and pave my way momently.
    But it isn't what I might meet
    Or who I might greet
    That excitedly scares me.
    It is that there is no retreat
    On this journey.
    ©kasminastro

  • kasminastro 5w

    Highschool

    If high school isn’t the blissful daydream
    Then most feel trapped in an insecure stream.
    Complicating and Confusing things may seem
    So here’s 5 tips to make “feeling good” a daily routine.
    Remember that no one will remember
    Your tiny mishaps in a few hours
    So Tip 1: don’t beat yourself up for small mistakes.
    Tip 2: Confidence is key to happiness
    So put a brave face on, even when you feel any less
    Tip 3: Don’t believe others hurtful “opinions” about you
    You wouldn’t let your loved ones to believe so,
    Therefore include yourself in that score.
    Tip 4: Don’t look at yourself in third perspective
    If you can only spot your flaws and not how you soar.
    Tip 5: When you feel happy
    Don’t let anyone make you feel guilty for your glee!

    #happy #sad #fight #hope #love #cherish #srong #peace #english #prose #poetry #poem # miraquill #passion #good #bad #proud #loveyourself #highschool #teenagers

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    Highschool

    If high school isn’t the blissful daydream
    Then most feel trapped in an insecure stream.
    Complicating and Confusing things may seem
    So here’s 5 tips to make “feeling good” a daily routine.
    Remember that no one will remember
    Your tiny mishaps in a few hours
    So Tip 1: don’t beat yourself up for such mistakes
    Tip 2: Confidence is key to happiness
    So put on a brave face, even when you feel any less
    Tip 3: Don’t believe others hurtful “opinions” about you
    You wouldn’t let your loved ones to believe so,
    Therefore include yourself in that score.
    Tip 4: Don’t look at yourself in third perspective
    If you can only spot your flaws and not how you soar.
    Tip 5: When you feel happy
    Don’t let anyone make you feel guilty for your glee!
    ©kasminastro

  • kasminastro 5w

    Our Bodies

    Our bodies are not artefacts
    Put up for display.
    They are not ornaments
    Meant to gleam lifelessly.
    They are living beings
    That work day and night.

    To fight ailments
    And to grow too
    Is a wonderful part of the framework of you.
    They can swiftly heal wounds
    And fight for you
    Even as your tears pool.
    Strength as such makes us inevitably cool.
    So don’t let others’ senseless ruse
    Break your bones
    Which can't even be broken by stones.
    ©kasminastro

    #strong #happy #love #life #fight #peace #kindness #poem #english #poetry #affection #confidence #trust #beauty #imperfect #joy

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    Our Bodies

    Our bodies are not artefacts
    Put up for display.
    They are not ornaments
    Meant to gleam lifelessly.
    They are living beings
    That work day and night.

    To fight ailments
    And to grow too
    Is a wonderful part of the framework of you.
    They can swiftly heal wounds
    And fight for you
    Even as your tears pool.
    Strength as such makes us inevitably cool.
    So don’t let others’ senseless ruse
    Break your bones
    Which can't even be broken by stones.
    ©kasminastro

  • kasminastro 5w

    Money That Kills

    As doctors without good will
    And the necessary skills
    Buy their way into medical schools
    Through shameful money bills,
    The Poisonous Greed grows.

    So when a patient arrives ill
    They don’t hesitate
    To maim or kill
    If it means making the same money bills.
    And as this forsaken system crumbles,
    Many doctors with degrees
    Become armed murderers and thieves.
    ©kasminastro

    #poetry #miraquill #english #injustice #speaknow #voice #fight #power #strength #courage #love

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    Money that kills

    As doctors without good will
    And the necessary skills
    Buy their way into medical schools
    Through shameful money bills,
    The Poisonous Greed grows.

    So when a patient arrives ill
    They don’t hesitate
    To maim or kill
    If it means making the same money bills.
    And as this forsaken system crumbles,
    Many doctors with degrees
    Become armed murderers and thieves.
    ©kasminastro

  • kasminastro 6w

    Perfume

    You wear a strong perfume
    To announce your presence in a room.
    You bottle in yourself, jealousy and toxicity
    And mask it with obnoxiously sweet perfume.
    You erect walls of lies
    And don’t treats others right
    Unless it put you in good light.

    You Discourage others but
    Seek the best for yourself.
    Tried to pull others down
    When they were finally wearing their crown.
    So now your smell chokes me,
    Because some scents are worse than others.
    They surround your heart in tendrils
    And clutch it too tight
    And not leave your lungs
    Even when you exhale with all your might.
    ©kasminastro




    #poem #english #perfect #perfume #nature #courage #strength #passion #love #fight #miraquill #writer #beauty #magic #art #words #power

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    Perfume

    You wear a strong perfume
    To announce your presence in a room.
    You bottle in yourself, jealousy and toxicity
    And mask it with obnoxiously sweet perfume.
    You erect walls of lies
    And don’t treats others right
    Unless it puts you in good light.

    You Discourage others but
    Seek the best for yourself.
    Tried to pull others down
    When they were finally wearing their crown.
    So now your smell chokes me,
    Because some scents are worse than others.
    They surround your heart in tendrils
    And clutch it too tight
    And not leave your lungs
    Even when you exhale with all your might.
    ©kasminastro

  • kasminastro 6w

    The Universe
    On this very same day,
    Millions and millions of light years away,
    A star is born
    And a galaxy is torn.
    Where both creation and destruction
    Can exist in perfect concordance
    Is one of the many curious miracles of this Universe.
    So at times when you feel hopeless and sad
    Don’t you worry lad.
    Realise, that your very existence is a rare phenomenon
    For you can dream and create just like this universe!
    You are more alive and vibrant than
    Any shooting star or supernova.
    So one night, when the sky is filled with celestial light,
    Tell yourself, till the end of time
    “The universe will look out for me”.
    ©kasminastro
    #poem #writing #love #friends #universe #beautiful #nature #feel #strength #run #peace #happy #light #goodvibes #miraquill #stars #galaxy #sun #earth #gravity

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    The Universe

    On this very same day,
    Millions and millions of light years away,
    A star is born
    And a galaxy is torn.
    Where both creation and destruction
    Can exist in perfect concordance
    Is one of the many curious miracles of this Universe.
    So at times when you feel hopeless and sad
    Don’t you worry lad.
    Realise, that your very existence is a rare phenomenon
    For you can dream and create just like this universe!
    You are more alive and vibrant than
    Any shooting star or supernova.
    So one night, when the sky is filled with celestial light,
    Tell yourself, till the end of time
    “The universe will look out for me”.
    ©kasminastro

  • kasminastro 6w

    Breeze

    I want to run like the breeze
    And never seize,
    As the rush of freedom courses through me.
    With endless possibilities glimmering before me,
    I want to know how it feels to be
    A fiery storm that can turn the world upside down
    And a gentle current that makes one feel safe and sound.
    ©kasminastro

  • kasminastro 6w

    The Dog and the Yellow Kite

    The open field was a beautiful sight,
    The flowers, trees and butterflies
    Made me unaware of the shadows that lay behind.
    It was time to undo my detour as night would arrive
    So I shook my fur
    And ran over the hills, my spirits high.
    But soon, around me,
    A fiery storm began to rise
    And I tried to fight.
    As I lost hope, flew in a yellow kite
    I held onto to it tight
    And it led me from the darkness into the light
    There I saw my keeper
    She held me in her warm hands tight
    I had finally reached home
    The friendly yellow kite had saved my life.
    ©kasminastro