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  • longchar_t 1w

    March equinox
    revives parch souls,
    and they bloom daffodils
    irises and primroses.

    ©longchar_t

  • longchar_t 1w

    Emotional trigger: An intense emotional reaction that is ignited by an unpleasant experience in the past.

    Words used: thieves, fairy.
    #writersnetwork#miraquill#two#wod

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    Thieves lurking in my backyard
    Oh! their actions, so wayward
    They've once snatched my bliss
    Celebrated victory with a venomous hiss
    They've returned to scathe what's left
    Soundlessly unlocking closed doors
    In search of my trickling tears.

    /Broad daylight robbers,
    about to commit midnight terrors/

    Shadows sneaking in,
    I command you to leave!
    I'm still the feeble fairy you slayed,
    But now I'm dressed in ferocious black.

    ©longchar_t

  • longchar_t 1w

    I buried you in
    poems but the moonlight revives
    'us' and I yearn for your rose.

    ©longchar_t

  • longchar_t 2w

    To the soul barely breathing: Torimodosu

    If the ship sails leaving trails
    of a wailing scene,
    And you get weary fighting
    treacherous currents,
    "Keep swimming"
    on a parallel path.
    When soul wash up ashore,
    leaving only your bare body
    near a wide sea,
    "Keep walking"
    until you reach a secret cave.
    When the last strand
    of your phoenix feather
    steadily settles in a quite cavern,
    "Remain calm"
    you'll rise again from ashes.
    With tattered wings, you'll fly higher
    and realize only such wings
    can fly you to the horizon
    where you'll unlock metaphors.
    Until then,
    "Keep swimming"
    Someday, you'll cross paths
    with your lost smile
    and find your purpose.
    A fallen soul can
    still survive
    Rip tides and undertows.
    ~Longchar_T

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    -Torimodosu-

    I asked poetry to answer my question:
    Why did the ship sail without me towards the horizon?

  • longchar_t 2w

    How far is forever?
    she questioned derisively.
    Hiding broken pieces of
    forever and ever promises.


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  • longchar_t 2w

    DEDICATED TO ALL WRITERS WHO LOOK UTTERLY CRAZY TO HUMANS. I MAY LOOK CRAZY BUT I'M PERFECTLY SANE.

    I : To pages!
    Them : TO PAGES! ����

    - I may spill evil with my ink, but it spills truth, nothing but the truth -

    With my pen's tip, I ooze out blood. It could have been blood clots if I harbored it longer. I spill them all on a blank paper, gagging as I treat a nauseous congested mind. It's relieving until it comes back with a capital TW. Then I battle the same fight, refilling the same pen.

    When I read a writer's page, I get to watch them spill secrets. Their secrets are my medicine, keeping me alive. The Humdrum of daily life seem so far off whilst reading and I find myself bringing back an innocent crease that I had lost long ago "a smile."

    Yes, I do fall for characters because hopeless romantics do not have a chance in this world, do they? They're BETRAYED and SHATTERED. But there's a hideout in pages where the fall is rather EXHILIRATING and oh so ROMANTIC!

    I have these symptoms:
    (Chainverse)

    "Remembering scenes, but never the names of the books,
    books that made me fall for characters, but never remember character names,
    Names of lovers who made me fall for books, remembering you."

    To anyone who can't comprehend what I write, here's another bizarre note to Jamie:

    Well, I came across a man named Jamie while perusing on writing prompts. It was love at first sight and here is a Clerihew Poem for my Jamie-

    "Dear Fictitious Jamie Kurt,
    If you ever come out of pages to visit Earth,
    I'll be waiting for you by the portal.
    Love, Your Mortal."

    To pages, where happy endings are made!

    ©longchar_t
    #writersnetwork#wod#pod#miraquill#clerihew#chainverse

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    "Dear Fictitious Jamie Kurt,
    If you ever come out of pages to visit Earth,
    I'll be waiting for you by the portal.
    Love, Your Mortal."

    ~Longchar T

  • longchar_t 19w

    "Torimodosu"
    I really like this word.
    Been trying to write for days but I just can't.
    Maybe I'm slowly forgetting how to write.
    Will come back here one day to complete this
    prompt.

    Until then I'll just put this up as a reminder.


    #heal#writersnetwork#miraquil

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    Torimodosu

  • longchar_t 20w

    Thank you so much@writersnetwork for the repost. Thank you @miraquill for EC❤��#chainverse#miraquill#writersnetwork#pod#wod

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    Wind is whistling
    Whistling like angelic wind chimes
    Chimes that whisper harmonic affirmations
    Affirmations to remind a beautiful soul
    Soul like yours that emits jovial light.

    Light may flicker sometimes
    Sometimes you may feel redundant
    Redundant because we all get lost
    Lost in a world of distressing voices
    Voices you should not listen
    Listen to nothing but the whistling wind.

    ©longchar_t

  • longchar_t 21w

    Tiny bird with fragile wings
    f l u t t e r s
    to cross wide ocean.
    I'm that bird, still
    f l u t t e r i n g.


    ©longchar_t

  • longchar_t 21w

    //This is a bit messy, I'll clean this up one fine day//

    In a far-flung hill,
    a young shepherd stares at the horizon
    pondering about a better life in the city.

    A dime rolls in the pavement, shoelaces loosely hang on electric wires
    roadside railings save many, some hitchhike to a new destiny
    barista serving two cups now serves a slice of cheesecake
    skyline replacing horizon, she unshackles her mystery in a roofless car
    unending tunes honking, young man rubs the corporate windows
    a woman takes the train going nowhere after her last lover left her for another
    bartender tends to a single father who swallows his untold pain
    rich kids walk pass shoelaces tied by hungry street children.

    Old couple sat on a park bench reminiscing their first date,
    the breeze gently caresses the fallen leaves.
    As the night draw closer,
    the couple hug their last lullaby.

    Meanwhile, the train reaches a stop
    then she walks into a bar
    where she meets the man of her dreams.

    A dime to fill his stomach, a kid with no shoelace picks it up and runs with glee.



    #miraquill#wod#city#writersnetwork

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    The city

    ©longchar_t