My past was nurtured
Now I'm long buried, tomorrow
I'll sprout out and bloom
©miss_mystery
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It's been so long since I've penned a post...
Past Present Future challenge #cees_ppf_chall
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As I look at my hands,
I see endless criss cross lines.
No, they are not the natural prints,
they're the ones accumulated over time
whenever I was too careless
to watch out for the thorns.
Sometimes the wounds were mild
That I almost forgot that it existed
At times they craved all my attention
And they succeeded painfully
Turning the crimson covered hands
Into shades of purple, the following day
Many of them stayed for a long time
As the ineffaceable scars on me
Though the thorns pierce me again and again
I never once forgot to admire the roses
And today I promise myself that regardless
Of the pain, I'll always look out for the pleasure
©miss_mystery
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Wind
You could never see me
Though I roam around you
Gently caressing your skin
I ruffle your hair and you giggle
But you could feel me always
In your every breath...
Whenever you feel like you are suffocating
Just remember to breathe in and breathe out
You could neither contain me nor restrict me
For I was made to flow freely and I would
But you could pollute me foolishly
Unaware that you could never live without me
I could be as gentle as the zephyr
But I could also be as ferocious as the storm
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Water
Just like how the Earth is filled by me
Three fourth of you is filled by me
Coming down from the heaven
Running along the riverbeds
I fall for you everytime
Only to be vaporized into nothing
Within me you could never survive
And without me you could never live
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Earth
The guy came running
And he hugged me
He kissed me saying
That he missed me
The chef of the cruise
Always loved me..
One day a kid gave me a seed
And I held it firmly in my hand
All these days, fruits to feed
Was provided until it longer can stand
The trees that were nurtured
Always made me feel grand..
Unable to appreciate my appearance
They dug out deep inside me
Burden in the name of clearance
Was accumulated over and over
The humans of my own
Always broke me to pieces..
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Part 5
I walk again and bump into another friend. He mocks at me saying that I look so bright because of the long holidays. I tease him back that he's the one enjoying without any worries. He asks dubiously was it really him. I reply if he regards me as bright then it's definitely him whom I'll regard as worriless.
I look at myself in the mirror with the skeptical thought that am I looking bright. All I could feel is the tired swollen eyes from the yesterday night's cry which irritates making me want to sleep forever. But I could only see a presentable smiling girl in black and white netted dress. It's the black and white making her to appear bright and it's the smile making her to appear charming. But appearances can be deceptive. People should know that. There's always hints available like the black and white dress which symbolizes that there's no colors I've got. Or maybe I've got a plenty of them yet the thing I chose today is bleak. Or maybe black is the only thing I've got. Or maybe it's the only thing that fits me after all this time. I wish I had worn a beautiful red or a cute pink colored dress, but I know that I'm irrevocably in love with the black.
©miss_mystery
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Part 4
On 5th Jan 2020, the first Sunday of the year, I didn't go to the church. I know for sure that I'll regret it for the rest of my life. Because if I had gone, my story would have been very different.
After sitting for so long inside the odc of my office premises, I feel pretty bored. Hence I step out and walk aimlessly. A friend of mine spots me on the way and asks me if I'm on my way to get some water with a smile so alluring. I reply that I'm out to stretch and she appreciates me with a wider smile. I wonder will she do the same if I say that I did the same with my life. I think she won't. Because you could never run away from who you are and trying to do so, for a break, is stupid. I sit in the corner of the rest room and continue to write. Wherever you go, your habits will accompany you. And you could never shake them off completely.
©miss_mystery
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Wherever you go,
your habits will
accompany you
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But it(my periods) never showed up like the explanations for the worst behavior of our loved ones which we never receive. And it's depressing, not knowing the reason for the delay, not knowing when the waiting will come to an end and not knowing whether we'll be able to cope with it when it happens finally. I went crazy at times and I pointed fingers at my mood swings so that I may be left off hook. My sanity started diminishing as the distance from my family started increasing at once I departed from my home.
Though I didn't wanna go mad, I couldn't help myself. And I distanced myself from the only one who could help, the God almighty. See, I was insane, I should be to run away from Him! Shouldn't my first writing in the New year should contain the most awaited promise of the year as usual? But here I am, blabbering useless things. My golden promise for 2020 is,
"Don't be afraid, for I am with you. Don't be discouraged, for I am your God.I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand."
Lovely words, isn't it! But I'm tired of waiting. I feel lonely and I don't know what to do. So I decided to make my own mistakes. My life is already messed enough and there's nothing wrong in adding to it. So I broke my own rules. I tried being somebody else as I was tired of being me. As it was hard to hold on to my values, I let them loose. I jumped out of the fence to explore what's in store.
©miss_mystery
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Part 3
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Part 2
I think I have no blood to bleed. I haven't eaten proper meals and any fruits lately. It's again the mood swings, I've ordered pizzas and chicken but forgot the dates.
It's also me who prayed for the period to visit me not on my office fellowship Christmas celebration as I've got a lot to do,
not on my church Christmas Family Carol service as I've to sing 'Gloria' with my friend instead of my missing family,
not on the Carol rounds to church members' homes as I have to be active till midnight without tiring,
not on my journey home as I've to travel and I've forgot to take the pads with me,
and finally not on Christmas, as I don't want to spend it being cramped up in my bed crying with pain.
That's how it got dragged and at the end, I was even ready to welcome it on my New year as the fear of irregular periods struck me hard.
©miss_mystery
Hi,
It's a miniseries. To read previous part (ie 1st part) please click #dearDiaryMM
Thanks for reading and supporting me
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I think
I have
no blood
to bleed
©miss_mystery
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Hi friends,
Happy New year
Here I'm back with my mini series. This story is fully fictional (ok, may be a part) and has nothing to do with me. Hope you read it and like it.
Loads of love!
Click on #dearDiaryMM to read all the parts of this series
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Part 1
7 Jan 2020, 11:50 am Tuesday
It has been weeks since I wrote something. Sitting inside the office and having nothing to work could be pretty depressing. And I should admit that I am depressed. I couldn't just blame everything on my mood swings caused by the hormones. This is the very first time that I've skipped my periods for a whole month. It has to be 20 something date of December, yet I'm waiting. Just like many other things, I'm waiting desperately for it too but without any hopes.
©miss_mystery
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Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.
- Anais Nin -
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poets are like
stars, they
struggle,
they collapse,
but they continue
to shine even long
after they die.
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A great artist is always before his time or behind it.
- George Edward Moore -
miraquill 99w
An unusual event full of wonders. Yes, this is how the world generally describes it. Birth of a baby, raining in drought struck areas, someone you know revived from death bed and the list continues.
So, pick up your pens and tell us if you have seen any kind of miracle happening in your life. Any unusual scenario which everyone said to be an act of God? ?
Write a poem, quote, story revolving around the theme - Miracle
Use the hashtag #miracle in the caption of your post.Miracle
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Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.
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HEALING TEARS
One by one, down they fall
Softly, on my dampened cheeks
My hurts, they erupt the surface
And with sorrow, they release
Freely, along a well-known path
Like river currents do flow
I fear that they will never stop
Down stream, my tears they go
Familiar pain encloses me
The freedom to reach out, again you stole
Constraints are placed upon once more
Separating our two souls
The days pass by so slowly
And have led me to this place
The place I'd thought I'd left behind
Where sadness shrouds my face
Recurrence hurts a whole lot more
Than I suspect you are aware
I wonder if you feel the void
Or if you even care
I told you once, I didn't want
Our love to be for nothing
So help me, God, this hurting heart
Has got to count for something
So if these tears keep falling
And my heart can bear the ache
I pray the brokenness will mend
And peace will settle in its place
I'd hoped it wouldn't end like this
I guess I'm not worthy of 'Goodbye'
So I'll embrace the healing tears
Still flowing from my eyes
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"Homes don't take cover in the storms."
You say it aloud, looking
through the window.
Little Tobby runs to you
wagging his tail. And I wonder
why does he even like you.
Someone so damning dull
like you.
Dull! Yes you're dull.
For I remember you told me a
story about an aspiring
dead poet who kept cursing
everything about his life.
Then once, you told me how
a beautiful woman married a horrible person and called herself happy.
You told me that a muse
drawn from misery, never
makes a bad poem.
I turn off the TV and sit
beside you, I tell you
that I don't even understand
your anecdotes well. So it'd
be better if you don't
talk about random musings.
Or I'd end up like one of those
characters in your murder stories.
You kiss my hand and
start looking for the car keys.
"In your pocket, silly man!" I sigh.
You look at me with stirring pain
and say, "There's so much
happiness in you."
I smile at you and I ask, "So,
what's with the storm and home,
where are you going, it's too late?"
You start walking towards the door,
and little Tobby follows you.
"Long-drives and radio,
sad Tobby and my
observations. That's the plan."
As you step out in the rain,
you say it aloud again,
"Homes don't,
they can never take cover in storms."
©alice -
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According to oxford dictionary, a muse is a person or personified force who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist. In Greek and Roman mythology, muse is each of nine goddesses, the daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne, who preside over the arts and sciences.
Write a poem, quote or story using the word muse.
Use the hashtag #muse in the caption of your post.Today's word of the day is
muse. -
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Beauty
A combination of qualities that pleases mind or senses aesthetically. That's what the dictionary has to say. But we the writers, are formed out of different clay. We define the terms according to our perspectives.
Tell us what is beauty for you?
Post it with hashtag #beauty in the caption.What is beauty for you?
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"Wore a cologne,
to smell like lavenders;
Beautiful visage,
But ugly intentions under."
How surprising it is, that even the strongest of colognes cannot hide the foulest of smell that your soul emits.
Compose write-ups within 16 words using cologne as the word for today.
Tag with #cologne and share.Compose write-ups within 16 words using cologne as the word for today.
