Miraquill
Craving a life
holding sorrows
and lifeless emotions
that weigh more than
the shoulders can bear
I cut a slice
to check if there's still blood inside,
my shattered pieces
demand the dark
to disguise the
demonic screams;
a drained mind daintily
distinguishing between
chaotic paths of life.
I throw a w a y my pieces
and then crawl
to collect them together.
©nishwaa
nishwaa
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nishwaa
17w
Read MoreMy exams will begin soon and I'm panicking cuz im not prepared enough, so i may deactivate.
//ToDay is ONE SUCH DAY//
There are days when I sit blankly
and let my mind take over, I let
it take over my body
and let it wander meaninglessly
in undescribed and unidentified
Places. I hold no string to guide
it the way back to my existence
yet it comes back each time, not alone
but with questions i hold no answers
for, which do no good but question my
hollowed existence and i glance over
at the ceiling with wet eyes and
silent screams inside.
Slowly, I
feel these questions fill up all
inside me and i do nothing, just
nothing.
And you wonder why?
ToDay is One Such Day.
©nishwaa -
Amidst the dense meadows of
mundane mindless thoughts,
My heart weaves heathery
wreaths of hope humming
on the tunes of my wild emotions.
©nishwaa -
Guys i can't change my profile picture and i tried sending an email to miraquill so that i can change my email to the current one but it didn't help, should i make a new account?
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FIT IN
Paper crumpled
full of wrinkles and
edges torn, lying apart
in a corner with few
other unrecognised
pieces never even held.
The puzzle still missing
a piece unable to be
found while you hold the
same frail piece and press
it into the empty spot
unknowing of the damage
you are giving.
Who's fault it was?
that it didn't complete
your scenery.
wounds and scars
imprinted deep, forever
You kept pressing this
piece in the wrong place after all...
©nishwaa -
nishwaa
21w
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I smell hatred~
This is so lame and weird, sorry!
(12/11/2021)
As this year is ending, let me share something I regret writing. ��
Corrections are welcomed.
Idk what made me write this and i had no intention to post it, i apologize.How does it feel to be able
to live the life of your dreams?
to be able to get everything
you once saw others had?
is it fun?
to choke other's neck to
breathe onto the air that
flows past you but never
gets your way
to make them stop breathing
so that your lungs don't die
to snatch away their bread
to not starve your stomach
to drink the water that is
the tears you gave them
when you stabbed their backs
and they quivered in pain,
and the wine that adds to
your luxury is the blood that
drips out of their bodies
does that quench your thrist?
tell me
why dont you accept it that
it sets your soul on fire when
they smile, even when they're hurt?
is it peaceful out there,
i bet the view is breath-taking
isn't it?
tell me, how does it feel?
it must be fun, i'd say.
©nishwaa -
So its just an unfiltered opinion, see im not sure enough but i have heard ppl say that Allah made us with mud and dust, so before we were born, we were dust, totally worthless and had absolutely no existence but Allah wanted that mud too to be in a better place in a far better way but he didn't wanted it to be given to us easily as we will not value it then, so he made this dunya as a hurdle between both these things so we learn about him, preach him and worship him and face difficulties so that we strengthen ourselves and finally become worthy enough for jannah and live peacefully with the Lord there.
©nishwaa -
Wanderer
I am a wanderer
always lost on streets
unknown to my mind,
streets with forests
growing parallel on
both sides and the
dim hued sky
enclosing the
universe that resides
inside my chest,
where fall is the
only season and
black & brown are
the only colors known
to me, the sky pouring
sweet dimming blue light
upon me with all the grace
as I walk and walk,
without any place to go to
I wander lonely
with the divine hope
that I'll find a home,
unknowing, that that
is my home.
©nishwaa -
nishwaa
29w
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Sudden urge ��♀️
//And I wish you never get to feel, what a daughter's love is like, how a son becomes your shadow and how a wife unfolds you a heaven, the same way you made others lose their's//If I ever wish you kindness,
that would be unkind to me
and any soul you ever be with.
For, you are the curse to
humanity, with every breath
of yours, I remeber the evils
of the world leading their
lives lavishly while threating
that of others. Even your
shadow makes me want
to distance myself and
everyone around, miles away.
I wish you could feel
what you made others feel,
All the pain,
All the heartbreaks,
All the sufferings,
All the changes
You enforced into the
Life of others,
I wish that the suffering
you gifted others comes
back to you with the same
intensity you made others
feel. Just like that,
Your deeds become your
destiny.
©nishwaa -
nishwaa
30w
Dear sky,
Promise me you'll always be our home
the way you make us feel together being
miles away from each other, the way you
shelter us with warmth in the day and cool
beauty in the night. Be the same even when
we lie under the mother earth, be our safe
place proving togetherness, always.
~ a lover
©nishwaa
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fairytales_ 9w
If you can't have a normal day like everyone else does, call yourself an artist. No one suffers daily as much as an artist does.
It might be an excuse but it is the way it is.
©fairytales_ -
I want to write my heart out, but it's hollow.
And I don't know how to write hollowness.
©shadowofthoughts_ -
shadowofthoughts_
12w
Read More#happy (idk)
#wod #1310
Thankyou so much everyone, for all the love. ❤️
Thankyou so @miraquill for the POD. ❤️��Words.
Somedays words hug me with solace,
on other days they leave me stranded
with faces wide awake.
Somedays poetry knocks on my door,
on the other days it refuses to show
its sweetness to my core.
There are days I'm thoughtless,
there are days I'm blank.
Days where happiness bundles up,
to make me feel each alphabet.
Days where sadness creeps in
and injects each verse in me;
as if I'm following a dead.
And then there are days like this,
when words don't show up,
when I don't feel like wording myself.
When it all feels bizzare,
When each sentence, inflates
my lungs. When words just
remain words.
No less.
No more.
©shadowofthoughts_ -
We live in a lonely world
surrounded by noises
Where nothing reaches the heart
©illusionsoftheheart -
liz_ogbe
13w
Having a large heart helps...
But sometimes it can trick you into engulfing the world's problems, Without consideration for your personal limits.
©liz_ogbe -
_ghar_
14w
ʟᴏᴠᴇ i̶s̶ b̶l̶i̶n̶d̶
"No it's not"
Love canoodles the illegitimacy
of your blemished existence as
if you are the only lunar in the
obsidian midnight sky, with some
irregularities and stigmas, but
still you are worthy of devotion.
Love ogles at every single celestial
object in the garth of universe you
forged in your eyes, to reassure
you that you won't forsake your
real self in the sempiternal woebegone
reflections of this crowd, that never
knew how precious you are.
Love discerns through smithereens
of your blood and bones to repudiate
the false definitions hovering inside
the beautiful landscapes of your
imperfectly perfect self, to always
remind you that you are the most
alluring intimacy ever happened to
this nature and to love itself.
©_ghar_ -
No matter who broke your heart,
do not kill your kindness
and
never let anyone dim your light.
Do not underestimate your potential,
it is only the beginning of everything
you are going to be. ❤️
-AUN
©aye__writes -
Last
night
me and
mine moon
cried till
the sun rises,
he left me alone
when i need him the
most, just like a poet die
when an ink needs the life to
bloom in someone's heart and bleed
the love and for some to heal the wounds.
now, the sunshine wasn't kissing me, my skin
burned of his love and my soul is burning
underneath of his breath. the skies are betraying
since he left me under the twilight sky and the stars
are craving to see, me and him as us and the gloomy nights
are exhilarated to fill my cemetery with. and the moon is in dilemma
to consign those billet doux i wrote for him from my death bed under my coffin.
each petal
of the roses
on my cadaver
smell my
love for
him.
the
mourn
-ing
songs
are on
rest in
guilty
for
loving
him
from
the
depth
of my
heart
moan
-ing
soul
still
spying
his
way.
I
still
belong
to
him
©rumanrulesneverend -
bohemian_ballerina
15w
Read More#beginning #wod @writersnetwork @miraquill
Thanks a bunch @miraquill for Editor's choice!!
����I held the sequined thread
Of our union like a possessed witch,
But it broke off due to my tight grip.
And now I lay broken on the floor,
Searching for its beginning.
©bohemian_ballerina -
Propose
When you will propose nature,
Nature will follow you.
When you will propose moon,
Moon will light you.
When you will propose stars,
They will gaze you.
And,
When you will propose love
Wounds will hurt you.
©shadowofthoughts_
