kencyon
I healed the scars you left me with.
Never numbed the pain, neither hid any tears.
Slowly, unknowingly, I healed myself.
I healed the heart you left wrecked.
Not in someone else's empty arms,
or with any unreal temporary fixes.
I chose the hard way.
I left myself hanging on the fine line separating serenity and insanity.
I plucked you out of my skin,
one piece at a time.
With every piece removed,
I bled out the memories you left buried beneath my skin.
My eyes cried each night,
shedding away your image.
I no longer know your face.
Your voice kept echoing for long.
And then your sound was stymied by my own screeches.
But now, my ears have learnt to play deaf to all of them.
It got easier with time,
You said while leaving.
And yes may be it is true.
You never knew the amount of strength it took,
for me to just look ahead of the dead memories piled up in front my eyes.
And it is okay I guess,
soon I will bury the dead,
so that I could live, waiting for them to resurrect again.
Starting the cycle for me, again.
©kenosis
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kenosis 54w
It is raining outside.
I have her letters in my hand.
' we don't talk anymore' played on my phone.
It is among some songs that always dread to listen to, I cannot ever skip, and can't even remove from the list.
He picture fell from from the cards I made on her birthday.
Her smile reminded me of the days we spent and I stopped, to pen down the numbness I carried.
And here it, as she met me her and now she is no more here ( or with me), I came to Mirakee, scribbling some raw emotions.
Just to keep this part of me, part of 'us' alive up here.
.kenosis
062121
Mr Kenny Christian.
#kencyon
@writersnetwork. -
kenosis 54w
I searched for the reasons,
Reasons of you being like this.
And I found none, but some unanswered questions and many dreadful explanations.
Happy Father's Day ( to the father who never was there for his son)
.kenosis
Mr Kenny Christian
062021
#fathersday #kencyon #mentalhealth #proudofmypain
@writersnetwork @mirakeeFather's Day
May 2016. After almost 10 years, I was in front of him.
Last time I saw him was at my mother's funeral in 2005.
With numerous unanswered questions in mind I stood there,
still and numb.
In amusement he murmured,
" Boy, who are you? what is your name?"
Right then and there, something died within me,
but I could not figure out what.
" It is Kenny, your son.", I said and left.
Later I realised, it was the death of the son who was forgotten
by his own father
I really wish this wasn't true. Happy Father's Day.
©kenosis -
kenosis 54w
Time
#kencyon #mentalhealth
Your gesture is much appreciated @writersnetwork
I am always grateful to be a part of this community. ♥️©kenosis
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kenosis 57w
Isn't it ironic?
During the our worst time, we find the best of us.
Hope you never lose hope in yourself.
Peace ✌️
Kenny Christian
kenosis.
31.05.21
#randomrants #kencyon
@writersnetwork @mirakee©kenosis
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kenosis 59w
Memento Mori.
( remember you must die.)
The fact that every mortal has unknown fear of death, of fate.
The mere knowledge of our nothingness makes the present worth cherishing.
Death is destined, and still dreaded the most.
It must be accepted as closure, an end to our story.
Immortality might make life implacable.
kenosis
16.05.21
#stoicism #kencyon #randomrants
@writersnetwork @mirakee©kenosis
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kenosis 59w
We blame.
We blame the government, the leaders, and all the people responsible for medical system's collapse.
But, most of us don't act.
Out of fear, out of distress,
we have shelled ourselves.
We don't want to get our hands dirty.
We might catch the virus.
But we might save a soul.
Not only from death,
but from losing his/her belief in humanity.
Let's try to help at least one person in these hard times.
Don't hold back.
Yes, the system has fallen,
leaders have led us astray,
Don't let the humanity fail too.
×××
Cheers guys.
Hope you're all good and gay.
This is what I saw and felt while being a medical personal.
That people ain't stepping up to help.
Don't get me wrong some do.
But most do.
This is the time the generations will remember.
Make sure you leave your mark with some compassion.
Remember no help is small.
If anyone is Covid positive,
Drive them to the hospital.
Feed them good food.
Buy groceries or meds for them.
May be help with their kids or pets.
Provide them books, movies.
May be hold them up mentally and don't let them break.
Do small things, do what you can.
Don't be afraid, just be careful.
14.05.21
kenosis.
Mr Kenny Christian.
#covid19 #opinion #medico #writersofinstagram #kencyon
@writersnetwork @mirakee©kenosis
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kenosis 59w
Don't beat yourself down,
with the pressure of the world around.
You gotta keep up the fight.
You'll find your dawn at the end of this night.
13.05.20
kenosis.
Mr Kenny Christian.
#motivation #kencyon #randomrants
@writersnetwork @mirakee©kenosis
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kenosis 60w
Loneliness.
During this Mental Health Awareness Month.
I will try to put my heart out up here.
The Covid-19 had hit me thrice.
And till now in total, I was quarantined for 63 days.
With recent break up and severe anxiety attacks,
with some much uncertainty,
I've felt things I cannot spell
( but that's exactly I'm trying to do).
Anyways, the gloom is far gone,
and here I'm trying to pull myself out of the abyss.
There's more to come.
Just in case someone feel the same.
Don't hesitate to share your thoughts with me.
I'll be all ears.
DM on @_kenosis_
#mentalhealth #breakthestigma #kencyon #randomrants
@writersnetwork @mirakee©kenosis
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kenosis 60w
Hi, guys.
Trying to get myself back together.
After losing the love of my life, this place seemed like a hell for me, but as she is no more here (at least that's what I know).
I hope I can just get back and continue my poetic journey.
After having everything changed here on mirakee, it seems kinda odd.
Though I appreciate all the change.
As we all know, change is the only constant.
#randomrants #kencyon (gonna keep the hashtag alive)
@writersnetwork Thank you for the warm welcome and the repost.
Planning to stay this time. And put my heart back where it belonged. ♥️Halcyon
I searched for the reason,
for you, to left me stranded and undone.
In every moment we passed together,
in each words you wrote for me,
and in every picture of us I see.
In all the tears we cried,
and those silly jokes we shared.
In every late night Netflix show,
and all the orders placed to and fro on zomato.
In each kilometer of the distance between us.
In your dreams, my ambitions.
In my faith in God.
And your belief in science.
In my hopeless future plans
And your love for the family.
In your insecurities.
and all my nightmares.
I searched for the reason,
for you to left me stranded and undone.
and I found nothing but love.
How cliché it sounds that,
The love was our beginning and the same love ended our story.
09.05.21
.kenosis -
kenosis 60w
Run
I have ran for all this time.
From the past, towards the future.
Living life between the strides.
Trying to catch every fleeting moment.
~
And I failed.
Realising that the life is all about letting go of past,
without any expectation from the future.
05.09.21
.kenosis
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lovenotes_from_carolyn 54w
This is a repost of mine (originally written back in November of 2018), that I wanted to share during Pride Month.
Gender is a temporary, transient phase, lasting only for the duration of the incarnated soul's lifetime; because the moment we're free from the physical body we inhabit, we are genderless, as all pure Spirit is. Due to that, such focus and importance need not be placed on gender, all of which should be viewed with equal respect.
Those who choose to change their gender should also be regarded with the same importance, worthiness, and respect; because they are a soul, a living being of divine origin which cannot be defined by or limited to any one particular gender. A spark of the divine is present within them, as much as it is within any of us. Changing their gender neither reduces nor negates that spark.
Happy Pride Month to all, and may all souls be free to live and love however they may so choose. ❤️
#miraquill #writersnetwork #mirakee #originalpiece #pridemonth2021 #loveoneloveall #unity #tolerance #oneworldonepeople #loveisallI HAD A SON/DAUGHTER
by lovenotes_from_carolyn
For a time, I had a daughter
Oh, but she was beautiful!
Truly the light of my life!
She was a living manifestation
Of the constant outpouring of love
That flowed eternally from my soul
How grateful I was
To have her in my life
Then one day, borne of a desire
To have the outer world
More accurately reflect the inner
My daughter became a son
And oh but he is beautiful!
Truly the light of my life!
He is the living manifestation
Of the constant outpouring of love
That flows eternally from my soul
How grateful I am
To have him in my life.
©lovenotes_from_carolyn 11/12/18 -
thenaturepoetess 83w
A Winter's Night
Watch.
The silent blinking of a billion stars.
Frosted pavements glistening like the stars above.
Moonlight dusted avenues illuminated by the chalky moon.
Listen.
The rustle of dry leaves picked up and set down by the drowsy breeze.
The sereneness of the sleeping streets, late at night, under the mystical glow of the pale moonlight.
Feel.
A crisp breath, clean-cut in the frozen air.
A cool, refreshing breeze caressing your skin.
The cold press of fingertips to snow, as white as the face of the silent moon.
©thenaturepoetess -
Winding veils, surrounding winds
Immobalised , terror tingling down my spine. A stranger , in the mid of November
Nocturnal silence creeping like haze
Troubled soul , yet being caressed in white
Euphoria, I can feel you
Right through my veins, oozing calm. Winter? Couldn't you at least knock?
©____serendipity____ -
ipsa_coolone 238w
"True as it can be; Barely even friends
Then somebody bends Unexpectedly
Just a little change; Small to say the least
Both a little scared;Neither one prepared
Beauty and the Beast"-Beauty and the Beast Title Track.
**My 50th post here. Diamante poetry #BeautyAndBeast #week8diamante #p3c #kencyon
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This week's challenge is a DIAMANTE
A diamante is poem that uses 15 words in seven lines to mainly describe a person or place. But it can be written on any general topic like nature, love, etc.It is called a diamante because in Italian, "diamante" means diamond and the shape of the poem looks like a "lozenge" or a diamond (◊)
The diamante was invented just 40 years ago. It was created by an American poet named Iris McClellan Tiedt in 1969, and has become very popular in schools and worldwide.
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@writersnetwork @readwriteunite @mirakeeworld @mirakeeans @halcyon @kenosis @laughing_soul @mrunaalgawhande @simrankj30 @heeranshimishra @disha @divz.natsu @shabnoor_rahman @soulful @feelingsbywords @daniel_yusufzai @cold_akhil @komalverma @harprateekgrewal @_flyingcolors @iamjass @scribbler_sampada @solace @another_logophile @bodhysocial @dipa @john_solomon @charumadan @sowmyaa @wordsmith @inkpot @scribbling_mind @wolfspoetry @omi_jain @poetic_insomniac @wolfspoetryBeauty
Delicate,Fragile
Mesmerising,Charming,Loving
Enchantress Beautiful; Malific Monster
Annoying,Horrifying,Terrifying
Boisterous,Huge
Beast
©ipsa_singh
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pooja_valmik_ 115w
it is obvious
of what we feel
and what we are
and so,we hold back the words
from saying them out aloud.
for you see, they might not mean the same
as to what we feel in the moment,
for they might not justify our actions
and hence, may repel us.
it is obvious
of what we are
and what we feel
it's a mutual understanding.
and so, we swallow
back the urge to say something
in respect to what we do.
because sometimes,
it doesn't feel right
to wrap the words
around your box of emotion
and gift it to someone
you vaguely know, if belongs to you.
~Pooja Valmik
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#writersnetwork #writerstolli #pod #tod_wt #poetry #writingwhatifeel @writersnetwork @writerstolli @mirakee @mirakeeworld @mirakee_reposterUnwrapped feelings
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pooja_valmik_ 115w
we cursed you to curse us.
.
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#writersnetwork #love# lovequotes #writerstolli #pod#tod_wt #mirakee #musings #mirakeeworld #writingmaturity @writerstolli @writersofmirakee @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @mirakeewe compromise,
we adjust
all in the name of
him or her
but blame l o v e.
oh, how mean of us.
-Pooja Valmik -
blahhhhhhh 134w
I've never been scared of men, but after these heart-wrenching crimes against women, I have no desire to be a "free woman".
U
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blahhhhhhh 136w
I was a puzzle and
he was my missing piece.
I wish I could say that I knew it,
The moment I met him,
But I didn't.
I didn't know that I'd fall so hard for him
And would want him to be the one.
I wished he wasn't so different
And could fulfil the space within me.
I wanted him to be the perfect fit,
Not a patch with creases for the world to see.
But we were stuck and our glue was love,
We were always meant to be.
Now I don't really need the exact dimensions,
For you to be in my life.
I need a piece that would make me complete
Without really filling my void.
I just want you to be there -
Half made, half broken
As we watch the stars go by.
I want you to be the right kind of misfit -
One that'll love me for life.
- Arushi Sharma
©halcyon
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Love isn't as complicated as we've made it.
It's just as simple as two people in love and just as difficult as that. Boundaries of different kinds have made it difficult to love freely. He was that kind of a misfit for me, one that the world didn't like.The right kind of misfit
//I just want you to be there -
Half made, half broken
As we watch the stars go by.
I want you to be the right kind of misfit,
One that'll love me for life. //
- Arushi Sharma
©halcyon -
blahhhhhhh 137w
I love that you make me want to write
I love that I love as the sea loves the sky.Through the looking glass
I peeped through
your glass,
Trying to get a hold
of your world,
A glimpse of the world
through your eyes.
I seeked all wordly lies
But only found
a reflection of mine.
Was I the
entire world to you?
Had I been yours
all this while?
-Arushi Sharma
©halcyon -
blahhhhhhh 138w
A pencil stroke
I ran my pencil on the white paper
Creating strokes of your hair
Remembering how they felt
As my hands ran through them
When I kissed you.
I drew your eyes
They looked at me.
I couldn't believe
I'd brought you to life
By a simple touch of graphite.
You weren't real but my heartbeat was.
I could feel every moment
When our skins touched.
Our hands had found a little world of their own -
When we held them.
I could feel your breath,
Your presence and oh my smile -
It had found its home
In this pretty lie.
You were just an image
But you were there
In front of me, smiling at me.
You were there
But I could erase you.
I could erase these lips of yours
That reminded me of every song
They sang to my ear.
I could.
I could erase the lips
but not the tickle of your breath
That gave me life,
Nor the memory of our time
That'll stay with me through life.
You see,
I can draw you and erase you
But I'd rather have you here,
I'd rather have you mine.
-Arushi Sharma
©halcyon
