On a journey to accept myself the way I am.
Putting words together, as a gift, to heal a jam.
#epigram #wod @writersnetwork @miraquill
For a while, I forgotthat every place I fit intodoesn't has to be my home.©nemesis_here
#epigram #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork
They say, "survivors have scars, victims have graves", but isn't it true that most of us have both.
#wod #december @writersnetwork @miraquill
Ciao my cheerful comradeI've been waiting here for youall year long, I've been yearning for youI made a list of things we'll do togetherand places where we both shall goHave made all the preparationsOf bonfires, of late night snacksand with my special knacks, of ice cream in coldI've adorned our place with comely camelliasAnd you know that for you I held myself backBut now when you finally arrive hereyou're in a grumpy moodYou saw me doing these choresAnd then you mocked at me"I know what you want - work,and work you shall", well duhmy chilly pal, what was that?You sure know how to ruin my plans.©nemesis_here
#oxymoron #wod @writersnetwork @miraquill
Went out for a whilean attempt to escapemy world, into yoursTried to preen myselfwith pretty things aroundForgot that every place I fit intodoesn't has to be my homeBut I'm standing here nowclothes all muckyhands and feet stinkingdirty-faced, hair messyeyes expecting the sightof someone familiar, thoughthere are many others like meupright with sureness superficialsloppy with self doubtseveryone in their own bubbleAnd so I'm here, alone in this lonely crowd.©nemesis_here
#first #wod @writersnetwork @miraquill
A Scar, A Memory
I remember stillthe first time I realisedthat I can sometimes scar peopleScars that won't be visible to othersBut would just stay betweenYou and meI remember stillthe first time I realisedthat I was doing something wrongwhen I saw that expressionof hopelessness on your pretty facetears in your eyesI remember stillthe first time I realisedthat I had hurt you many times beforebut I'd never know why youheld it all in until that day andWhy didn't you got even with me thenI remember still the first time I realisedthat I loved you more than I thoughtwhen my lips turned whitethe moment it struck me that I've alwaysbeen wrong, all this timeI remember stillthe first time I heardmy heart crying too loudin grief, and I'm repenting thateven after all these years, unintentionallyI scarred you the way others scarred meI remember stillthe first time I thoughtI wasn't good enough for youwhen I believed I had to leave, run away'cause I made you suffer even afterknowing too well how much that hurtsI remember stillthe first time I doubtedall my actions, and myselfDays of pain thereafterDays of trying to become strongerslowly building that resolute faith againI remember stillthe first time I understoodthat I can't live like myself, like usif you aren't by my side, and thenI made a promise to your eyesthat I'd leap infinities to understand them, to be around, you.©nemesis_here
You taught me many thingsI learnt a lot from youYou were there beside mesurprisingly, all that timewhen I struggled, was afraidYou'd give me the courageto act and win against my demonsYou made me stand talleven when I had bruises all overBut you forgot to teach me one thingHow to live when you arein front of my eyes but notby my side anymore?©nemesis_here
#meaning #wod @writersnetwork @miraquillNepenthe - nē + penthos - not grief
What Nepenthe Is Not
Nepenthe is neither 'dispelling the pain'nor it means 'not grief'It signifies accepting that sorrow, that heartbreakFinding what suits you then, makes you happy, in brief.Nepenthe doesn't makes you forgetIt helps you remember, learnand gives the power that's neededto move forward in life, towards what you yearnNepenthe then won't drug you in ruins, it helps you buildIt's something that makes us think we matterFinding it isn't something sudden, it's a processLike I found mine this way, in a scatter.©nemesis_here
#lifeadvice #wod @writersnetwork @miraquill
To My Younger Self
I'm sitting here todayNot really a place whereI wanted to beBut when I look back nowI think maybe it's even betterSo, little pal I'll tell you somethingtoday here in this dreamYou're good, you deserve thatYou're precious, don't lose that hatYou're trying to look cool, don't do thatDon't erase what you really areYou'll be sad sometimes, at times grieveYou'll cry often, think you should just leaveBut hang in there my bunnyYou'd see better things comin'Not all at once, of courseSlowly, sweetly, they've been waiting for youWhat you want, won't come with easeYou'll have to put things at risk, on leaseYour mind is strong, a heart weakBut that's the best thing ever, not bleakYou're like this, sometimes shattered, sometimes a shieldProtect all you love, see what you are insideand learn to accept yourself firstYou don't have to feel burdenedAnd there are things you can't do anything aboutAccept this, you're not responsiblefor everything aroundBut you've got the power, you've got your dreamsAll you need to change them to realityis just there inside you, has always beenOn your way of realising this, don't just haveeyes on the prize, which will soon fadeTry your best to enjoy that process, that path insteadBut then again if you're confused, anxious, fearful or nervousGo make something, go take a walk and look aroundAnd then come back to sleepI'll meet you here againand hold your hand againanother day, here in this dream.©nemesis_here
#wod #tailrhyme @writersnetwork @miraquill
Till our time together loses itselfTill our space and souls dissolve themselvesI'll wait for you to come back, in silenceI didn't open up, it was all my faultThat I concealed what I felt inside a vaultAnd you had to leave me here, troubledBut I won't waste myself, I'm leaning on artFor all the bittersweet moments when we'll be apartI'll keep giving life to our memories, I promise.©nemesis_here
With today's prompt, this came to my mind.#wod #end
An Imperial Affliction(A book of fiction in a fictional book)
A book that ends midway, right in the middle of a sentence...Just like everything ends, abruptly, all of a sudden.An ending so heart wrenching that you'd long for more.
#poem #mind #escape
SomedaysI want to goFar awayAnd never returnSomedaysI want to leaveFrom hereAnd disappearSomedaysI want to runFrom painAnd the troubleSomedaysI want to flyHigh enoughNever come downSomedays I want to screamSo loudlyYell until I'm blueSomedaysI want silenceGentle thoughtsCalm and relaxedSomedaysI want peaceA free mindBut it's only a dream©porcupine
Wise and in love,be there never the day Where reason and passion—together will lay(The New Room: November, 2021)
Inside The Moment
Keeping it new,beginning againclearing my eyes,avoiding the dinKeeping it new,the present untoldthe past but a weight,the future on holdKeeping it new,returning at lastto what never leaves,and never contrastsKeeping it new,tomorrow on loanyesterday pawned—eternity owned(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
Plight of Migratory Birds
One can't see one's own nose in the thick smog that envelopes the city. Schools and colleges are closed on health grounds. Vehicles ply with lights on when it is day.The deteriorating state of air quality in the national capital, Delhi and it's surrounding areas has prompted me to write this poem. Plight of Migratory BirdsThanks for posting the poem under Editor's Choice.We are migrants from the frigid zone,Who every year fly to warmer climes knownTo us for countless seasons of the year,Only to return when the sun shines clear.Instinct prompting, we took off on timeFrom the zone of frigid clime,Our destination already well known,We took the route we had earlier flown.Everything seemed quite in orderTill we reached our destination's border,When we saw a change never-before-seen-An atmosphere foggy, stinging and unclean.We did not know where we wereFor it was impenetrable smog everywhere,Our intuition told us, our destination it was,But we couldn't find our accustomed spot, alas!With our eyes stung and lungs choked,We at once our decided plans revoked,We reversed our path, away from the smogWhich was deadlier than the common fog.Death would be certain, we realised,With our struggling lungs paralyzed,It was better to die at home in coldThan to die in an alien land uncondoled.So back we are in the frigid zone-Our own land and home well knownTo suffer the extremes of cold,If we survive, a new story will unfold.Raghav R06.12.2021©raghavendran
I seem to twirl withinInfrastructuresThat holds and retainsAlways this identity of selfThat we are what we areBy that which were taughtReared to believe what they believeGiven little to personal thoughtAnd we weave within the sinsThat they place upon our soulsNever truly knowingFrom where it growsBut filled with guilt, we becomeWhen we questionWhat first made us one.Alisdaire O'Caoimph©alisdaire_ocaoimph
If ever wordsHeld deep the FragranceOf life, hope, faith and beingIt is in those wordsThat lingered upon the nightBeheld your beauty and wonderHere upon my eyesAnd called out upon the sighsThe whimpers, the criesThat I love you.Alisdaire O'Caoimph©alisdaire_ocaoimph
An interview: By NevaleepoeticallyDecember & I sat face to faceIn a cold & chilly placeQuestions swirled inside my headThen I asked with much dread"Are you here to break my heart?"December said, "I'm your end but January is your start..." "I will leave you with much joy but the New year will bring you even more. "©nevaleepoetically
#december #wod #pod #miraquill #writersnetwork #ceesreposts @writersnetwork@miraquillWell this isn't a interview but A CONFESSION. Whatever.
December,It's a drunk confession.I'm sorry. I'm sorry for staining your rose tinted cheeks with the colors of defeat and I know I stained your glass room walls with dust and dirt and trailed your roadmap with bare feet, imprinted a haggard and half rotten human being in you. Sometimes and of all the times it is you and only you, a bearer of Nationwide secrets hallmarked like pure rose gold, I hold you in my hands and crush you with my knees. All the way up to the first day we meet, always. Eulogies caper in my scintillating veins and the springs of my bed beg me to leave it all alone because it is tired of bleeding and collecting pearls and jewels of anxiety. It is tired of collecting paper printed knifes buried in my chest only to realize that they're even more real than my entire being. It is tired of having to live in a brick building kiln only to find out that it is nothing more than dead poetry.December, How is it you sacrifice yourself on the altar of the living like a goat ever so beautifully? Aren't you tired of the frozen lakes alongside the graveyards of dead children? I'm neither a dreamer nor a sadistI'm neither pale nor thunder I'm neither me nor you.I'm a boat sailing in the dead sea,A mirage huddled in the corner of the bustling streets, A woollen sock lying under the bed of a childhood nightmare.December,How is it that the hemlock tree dances so gracefully, Or the crows coo so lowly,Or the earth, ever so thirsty,And me, wanting to be everything else but me.How do you do it every single time embracing me with daggers in your chest? You're still ever so hopelessly romantic....oh dear December! You managed to give birth to my first love.StillHow do you manage to bring the Satan out of a 17 year old fairy tale? And why...why do you bring so many new beginnings?December,It is not your fault to be you and neither it is me. Sometimes you bring in the hearth of broken dreams and sometimes you brake vases with no flowers in them. Sometimes you bring hope like a brand new Louis Vuitton handbag and the next day snatch it away for insufficient funds. I'm tired december and I know so are you. Being in a relationship as brittle as the bones of the baby, is hard. So hard sometimes you want to simply die. We've seen what the eyes could barely register, we've heard what the ears are afraid to and have felt what nothingness feels like. We've seen the azure paradise crumbling in the sands of time and we've seen time pass and all we do is remember. So December, I hate you, but even more than that I love you, like the rare forgotten black roses of TurkeyI love you even more than death loves me.I love you for revealing your scars with meAnd furthermore for accepting me even though you don't know who am I.(Neither me).©a_franteen_writer
#december #wodThank you so much @miraquill for Editor's Choice✨✨I am grateful ✨✨
When I weep they call it mist.When I smile they call it sunshine.But how can I grin when I am told to sob?Leaves die leaving their trees.Beggars weep as they don'thave blankets to sleep.Accidents occur as they can't see.I am too cruel is what they bleed.All your scars is what I can't heal.I am fragile and I can't breathe.©be_grateful
"December is beautiful isn't it?What would you say, if you ever meet December in person?"she askedlooking at a distant blizzardsparking the horizon too far..December...The mercury is droppingBirds have flown onRising from my Lazarus sleepTo face what lies beyondBut the freezing days of winterHave me in their gripThe winds howling in the treetopsFreeze my fingertips I walk through endless daysCollar pulled up around my earsStaring at the shopfronts As the traffic soon disappearsIt seems as the sun is fadingI think about the timesThere are people going nowhereChasing dreams they'll never find. I still can see her smilingClear as a summer's dayIt's easy to rememberTo remember her that wayAnd the days are getting colderThey drop without a soundThose freezing days of DecemberCome around.Sitting silent by the fireAs the flames crackle and burnI spend my time reflecting As the weather slowly turnsThose freezing days of winter outside the doorHer face now just an echo of what went before. The northern winter beckonsOf seasons rich and poorNow she's gone and I may followWhere I've never been beforeShe held me when I was lonelyAnd warmed those coldest nightsThose freezing days of DecemberNow have me in their sights.I found her looking at me for an answer.. Did I phase out?"Probably nothing. Let's head back, it's getting cold"©maestral