Income goal of a random girl
I have just one simple income goal: To earn more than the guy my parents would view as my prospective suitor and groom.
When you've been together with someone for a long, long time and they leave, they don't ever leave you completely. You may try to move on and forget that they existed. However, some habit of you, some deatail in your idiosyncrasies, is so influenced by them that they don't go away, Even if you try to change those aspects of yourself consciously, they will creep back in inadvertently, the moment you let your guard down.
By unknown writer
Tell me honestly, can you count the number of times you wished for the AI and ML buffs to come up with some app / software which corrects the blunders made by Autocorrect while "correcting" your stuff?
I cry in the showers everyday, So that nobody gets to see me broken, defeated. I sob whenever loud music I playFor it keeps the sound of my anguish shieldedFrom this outside world where I'm a comedian.
My excuse for not studying ✏ for exams in case of :- •a subject which I don't like - " I hate this subject, I don't care ♀ about the test enough to tolerate this torture "• a subject which I love - " Ah why ruin the reverence and adoration for such a pretty fun subject by involving the nasty exam oriented studying and stress?"
Between birth and deathGift more than mere existenceAt times feels a curse. ©modulus
I thought I was digging deep so as to lay the strong foundations for my masterpiece monument. Little did I know, they had manipulated me into digging my own grave.
I am so used to putting on others' shoes by now, that I feel uncomfortable in my own shoes these days.
I don't know what hurts more:A constant series of the most gruesome nightmares with unimaginable horrors from which you wake up to everyday and which plague you at sudden intervals of your waking moments and make you shudder. ORA series of the most wonderful dreams possible, about everything you dream to achieve in real life and all the dreams which you weren't able to fulfill in past, haunting you every waking moment with their sheer beauty and perfection and causing your heart to ache with regret that they are not just implausible and improbable but simply impossible.
It feels incredulous to believeThat it's possible to live, Without the people we loved, With the unfulfilled dreams we deserved, Sans the places we cherishedAnd all the subtle joys perished. But then, not a single person on this earthWould ever have sung out with mirth. For without the sorrow no one's aliveYet some people do more than just survive.
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I pulled off my body finallyFrom the stubborn blanketOn a cold, cold MondayAnd headed to meet the week.I tapped gently over Tuesday's doorWhile it ushered me in with great delight,And I wandered aimlessly Still hungover on last night's dream.With a refreshing startI finally became sober And welcomed Wednesday with great zest,To its astonishment.The twin Thursday followed Though she was a bit rude and loud,I etched my way through herAnd grabbed my ideal soul companion. My forlorn friend FridayWaited for me like I was her CrusoeAnd we laid together in each other's armsTo invite our mutual friend Saturday. The weekends were my valuable posessions, About to get lost.I laughed with them, and wrote a poem with themOnly to realize they were too short lived.Adios amigos, Until we meet next weekend.©bohemian_ballerina
#collomlune ok , I'm being so childish with words nowadays.
7 reasons why [Prisoner poems:Caged or emancipated?]
(1)stretching and yawning in my mind, a siren shackling my poems (2)the FIR lodged squawking my lexicons, pleading mercy I smoked devilishly(3)officers commanding verses to stand hand in hand completing a stanza (4)directing a gun towards my forehead, I mosaicked by flawed stones (5)mics–speakers, screeched 'put down gun' officer begged trigger pulled, shot ••••••(6)Newspapers all red majuscule words 'the prisoner poems of suicidal poet'(7)writer's block arresting cardiac,quilling veins of poems murdering a poet ✿my poems are in prison, I'm underneath a graveyard and writer's block is still governing at my peaceful hearth, pieces to pieces I'm being prisoned in my own thoughts . Or maybe my poems are tasting the slice of emancipation.©fromwitchpen
Stop dreaming about bed full of flowers, accept the reality. #epigram #spellsw
Roses of refreshing candour
Its all roses, till thine poems feart of prickles.©fromwitchpen