Miraquill
When you topple
Your stars fell too, to guide the path towards the sky.
©littlestupid_writer
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littlestupid_writer
17w
Read MoreWas i the song,
That made you turn off the radio?
Did glimpse of past, hit your head hard.
Immense pain of which,
Made you, shut the door that
Swings with the zephyr of past?
Did your heart melted
And turned down as water
from the eyes,
Splashing your lashes with the reality?
Did your head started knitting us together,
and suddenly the needle broke
With compulsion of your hefty emotions
And set the threads of our lives free?
Was i the flower
That made you hate the garden?
@writersnetwork thankyou for the like ❤️Was i the flower
That made you hate the garden?
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littlestupid_writer
17w
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@writersnetwork
@miraquill
#painter
#wod
@writersnetwork thankyou for the repost ❤️There's an old portrait, in my room.
Painted with devotion and grace,
The colours are filled with more nuance,
Than one could ever see.
Yet, it has lost the lustre,
As the love between the strokes of paint
Has been wiped away by the time abruptly.
Someday, my poetry for you
Will wither off its essence too.
Its aroma will be lost in the winds of time.
Someday, your face will
Dissolve away the colour of my poetry.
©littlestupid_writer -
ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀyᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ ᴀᴩᴀʀᴛ
ꜱᴛɪᴛᴄʜ ᴀ ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ.
ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ yᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏʀʀᴏᴡꜱ,
ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴩᴀɪɴ.
ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟᴇ
ᴏʀ ᴛᴏꜱꜱ ᴀᴡᴀy, ʙy ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍy ᴄʟɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ.
ɢᴜʟᴩ ᴀ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ,
ᴏꜰ ᴩᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ.
ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪʟʟ yᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴜᴍᴍy.
ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀy ꜰᴏᴄᴜꜱꜱᴇᴅ
ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴄɪᴛy
ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱʜᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱ.
ᴛɪᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴩᴀɪʀ ᴏꜰ ʟᴀᴄᴇꜱ,
ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ.
ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ yᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ
ᴡᴏʀɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ
ᴏꜰ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ
ᴜɴꜱᴇᴛᴛʟᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ. -
ᴛʜᴇy ᴋᴇᴩᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ,
ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ.
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littlestupid_writer
18w
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Not everything i write, is to be exposed in the light of people's eyes. Some gloom words needs the love of my shade to express themselves. When all of a sudden, i wake up amidst of the night. My fingers don't move to impress the audience outside. Some of the words needs appreciation from the audience inside. And sometimes, i do want others to read me through the open window of serene yet stormy letters. I want to get tossed away with the wind of their care, but all the words get backspace due to the lack of metaphors and dull expression.
With the fear of its raw smell, my feelings get heaped up inside me.
There are emotions, people don't connect to. There are fears, people never know exist, that a person wants to reflect as mirror to avoid the marks on the soul, with a delusion that someone out there will capture the energy inside, and would dissolve it with their sparkling concern. But there are people, who still argue with the person, to avoid the spread of his negative thoughts. That its okay, if things eat you inside but you should always scribble pages with the beautiful quill of positivity. That if you are not ready to write, something good than better fake it than writing the melancholic poetries.
If you feel, all choked after writing then what's the point of writing.
Judging is easy, and tolerating is tough,
If you don't know what going on inside
Then shut the f up.
( Saw somebody, judging around people's mind)
#disappointedᴅᴀyꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ
ꜱᴏ ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
ʙᴇɪɴɢ, ᴀʟʟ ᴜɴᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʀᴇᴇ
ᴡʜy ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴜʀʟᴇᴅ?
©littlestupid_writer -
My relations are
Just surviving on the
slack knots of threads, of silk.
Hard grips, suffocates them.
Loose will dissolve it,
Like the bread crumbs in milk.
The bonds,
Get muscular with time
Spreading love and trust.
Mine, are tarnishing
with moisture of toxicity
As iron get rust.
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littlestupid_writer
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ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴋᴀy. ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ?
ʟɪᴋᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ yᴏᴜ ʟɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ yᴏᴜʀ ᴩᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, yᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴇꜱᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇᴅ yᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, yᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ʙᴏᴅy ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ yᴏᴜ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅy ᴍᴀᴅᴇ yᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴩʜyꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟy.
ꜱᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ, ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ɪᴍᴩᴀᴄᴛ ᴏɴ yᴏᴜ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ yᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ʜᴀᴛɪɴɢ yᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴏʀ yᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟᴏᴀᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴩᴇᴏᴩʟᴇ. yᴏᴜ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟy ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴅᴇᴛᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ, ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟʟy ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ yᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴩᴀᴄᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇy ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴄᴄᴜʀ ꜰʀᴇqᴜᴇɴᴛʟy. yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴇ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴜꜰꜰᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇꜱ yᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇ yᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴩᴜɴᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ yᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ.
ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ, ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ.
ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ꜰᴜɴɴy ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ yᴏᴜ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀyꜱ ɴᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴀʀy ᴛᴏ ʙʟɪɴᴅʟy ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ, ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ. ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴩᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ᴡʜy ᴅᴏ yᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀɴyʙᴏᴅy'ꜱ ᴠᴀʟɪᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ yᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴏʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ yᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴩᴩᴏꜱᴇ. ᴡʜy ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ yᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙʟᴜɴᴛʟy ᴩᴜᴛ yᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴩɪɴɪᴏɴꜱ.
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ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙᴏy,
yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ, ᴇᴠᴇʀyᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ yᴏᴜ ɪꜱ ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟy ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴇxᴄᴇᴩᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ yᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀyᴛɪᴍᴇ. yᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ yᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀy ᴛʜᴇy ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ yᴏᴜ, ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ yᴏᴜ. ᴡʜy ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ!! yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴩɪɴɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏɴ yᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅy, ᴏɴ yᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴋɪɴ. ᴡʜy yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ yᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴄᴏᴀᴛ?
yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟy ʜᴏᴡ yᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ.
ᴡʜy ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʀᴏᴀᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ
ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴩᴀʀᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ yᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ,
ᴅɪɢ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ, ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ yᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ.
ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴩɪɴɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴩ.ᴡʜy ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʀᴏᴀᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ
ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴩᴀʀᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ yᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ,
ᴅɪɢ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ, ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ yᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ.
ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴩɪɴɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴩ.
©littlestupid_writer -
ᴡʜy ᴡɪꜱʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴩʜᴀꜱᴇ,
ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ, ᴡᴇ ꜱʜᴜꜰꜰʟᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ,
ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ
ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰᴀꜱᴛ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴅᴇʟᴀy.
ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟy ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ
ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴡᴇ ꜱᴛᴀy ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴇy.
©littlestupid_writer -
Serene nights
Unruffled moonlight,
Sleek words, faded bright
Flawless quill,
Suffused with
Some imperfect feels
That's all a poet needs.
©littlestupid_writer
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heartsease
13w
We've been loading ourselves
with grief, more or less.
Maybe because painkillers dig roots
deeper than the plagued happiness.
©heartsease -
I wish i could kiss you for whole night
that i will forget what a heartbreak tastes like
~ZeeshanFazil -
Sweetheart,
Your love holds so many desires
that it pulls me to fall faster than
the falling star!
©inked_selenophile -
💫
My universe in my arms,
the stars shining so bright.
Someone is reciting our
story up in heaven tonight.
©cold_akhil -
People weep in two different ways, so the different tears are :-
When our material body gets injured, we cry in tears.
When our souls get hurt, we bleed tears.
©_soundless_ -
Introverts
Like a slow website they might be the coolest site, but usually people don't wait that long for them to open
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thoughtsprocess
13w
Read MoreIt is an imaginary composition
#desire #wod @writersnetwork @miraquillI can't afford to lie
and it does cost me
much more than my expectations
I can't make compromises
with my family values
And people consider me
an old school soul
I am also called an outdated
version which can be found
only in the museum
I was taught to dream big
since my childhood
And like any young girl
I was dreaming about
my Prince charming
and his white horse
But by the passing of time
I have realised that
I can't afford to meet the Prince,
not even in my dreams
Because my father is not a king
Though I firmly believe that
every father can't be the king
But every daughter is a princess
to her father
Dreams and desires are wings of life and the wealth of a loving heart
It doesn't matter
whether they are free to fly or clipped
©thoughtsprocess -
childauthor_345
13w
Stealer want to steal all ,
Cuckoo doesn't want to call ,
It's a letter that comes through unsung singing
Some desires are good in pending -
He was like the mighty moon,
and i,
a mere fallen star.
Yet my heart,
Desired to be his.
So i learned to love him from afar.
©zia_shae -
Slate
I'm a world away
lost in play of her smiles,
My heart has been hollowed out,
nothing fills this emptiness.
So, I tap the slate of introspections;
wide sighs.
I'm a world away,
lost in the words which weigh me down.
Desires, you say?
My heart has been hollowed out,
And my footsteps are still fresh.
But she is nowhere inside my flesh.
So, I tap the slate of the bar's polished disguise.
I'm a world away
lost in the play of self sabotage.
My heart is rusty in the corners.
Desires grow wildflowers,
But my soil is poisoned.
So, I tap the slate of selfishness;
a forever scent.
©shadowofthoughts_
