Miraquill
Revelling in the journey
I don't care for the destination
Trying to live a life with no regrets,
Call me a fool or enlightened one
But I have given up on what people call ambition..
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paradoxicalpenman
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Read MoreI want to write an ocean,
But as I write the will fades into obscurity,
I want people to appreciate me,
But attention makes me crave anonymity,
I want to follow my passion,
But my patience is tainted with frailty,
I desperately long for my soul mate,
But the nihilist in me questions it's plausibility,
I want to believe in something,
Besides Karma nothing lives up to my rationality,
I want sometimes the materialist comforts,
But the empath in me makes me feel guilty,
I could ignore the evils of humanity,
But the arrogant me starts questioning my morality,
The road of struggle is infinite, not a destination for me,
I revel in the journey day by day holding on to my tenacity...
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In wildness, he thought was the key to be free,
Time tamed him like a snake charmer,
Now he is a showpiece for his family,
And for his friends, the office geek....
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Solicitations
I am not asking for your time,
Can you give me your attention,
I am not asking for your love,
Will you try to live up to my expectation,
I am not asking for world peace,
Just don't resort to violence before seeking some alternate resolution,
I am not asking for appeasement of minorities,
But will you also avoid populism,
I am not asking for the truth,
Just don't manipulate me with your opinions,
I am not asking that you believe in climate change,
But can you try to curb pollution,
I am not asking to give up all faith,
Hoping against hope is what makes us human....
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Conquering cliches
Poetry is my last hope, said no one,
Poetry saved me, I heard from someone,
Poetry doesn't pay, resounding agreement in unison,
Poems providing words a soul and feet for my emotions to weather the storm,
If my poetry doesn't rhyme,
Worry not, it's not costing you a dime,
It's just a naive attempt of mine,
To convey my feelings without mime,
There's a river flowing inside me,
Eroding the mountain of my ego,
Glacier of my humility is melting,
Introspection, the sun heating me to my core,
Broken crayons in my bag,
Painting my life kind of a drag,
Pen enticing some unique portrayal,
Poetry, your last hope, uttering in my ears,
Behind broken hearts, a pattern common,
Road to recovery music or songs often,
Alas in life, Hoorah! creativity beckons,
Cliche of a story yet another poet born,
Don't be the sour one, embrace the phenomenon,
Tried and tested, it actually works....
©paradoxicalpenman
#writersnetwork #miraquill #poet #wodShe brought her love,
Never being encapsulated,
He drowning in his sorrows,
Missing being depressed,
They returning favours as if,
Liking content a transaction of give and take,
Armed with lexicons,
Some misunderstood others wrongly interpreted,
Pretentious know it all some too,
Charading as sophisticated,
Few leave an imprint with some lines
That can never be articulated,
All it takes are words,
No matter the rhyme, metaphor or a format,
Rambling or a non-sensical rant,
Humble or arrogant,
Poem is either served or sentenced and,
Everyone becomes a poet.. -
Parallel Me
Anxiety feels like a small pebble,
While he forges mountains with his dreams,
Parallel me is not an introvert,
He pours a sea expressing his feelings,
His emotions are not slave to other's whim,
His mind palace has only him as sovereign,
Ideals don't feel like shackles to him,
Coz the whole world he treats as his kin,
Instead of frowning with if onlys,
He remains jubilant with what ifs,
Narcissism is something we have in common,
Coz he is also his favourite being,
He doesn't need to trick,
His nightmares into fantasies,
He writes on peak of Mount Hope,
To manifest the world he wants to live in,
He is not a paradox,
Doesn't dwell in contradictions,
I call him a worm hole,
Coz his life I can't even see,
In my wildest imagination..
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You are
Perpetrator of your prejudice,
Proliferator of your propaganda,
Victim of your biases and
Preacher of your philosophies.
You seem
Beguiled by your beliefs,
Organised by your opinions,
Manipulated by your misnomers and
Celebrated by your concordant.
You should
Aspire to be altruistic,
Open to opposition,
Forgiving to your foes and
Happy to be humble...
©paradoxicalpenman
#writersnetwork #miraquill #wod #elfchanPredilections
You
are perpetrator
Of your prejudice,
Proliferator of your propaganda,
Freeze..
You
are beguiled
By your beliefs,
Organised by your opinions,
Breach...
You
should aspire
To be altruistic,
Open to any opposition,
Preach.. -
My anxiety has bookmarked my nightmares while my brain now sets reminders to dream.
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Incognito cognizance
Plato and Voltaire debating,
What should the rulers do,
For one democracy, a charade for fools,
The other thinks, education the way to truth,
How I see the mockery of every philosophy now,
When truth is multi-faceted and morals simply won't do,
Nietzsche said, God is dead,
Sylvia adamant on killing herself too,
World cherished her work post death,
Is that why God is always in demand where there is doom,
Oxygen gives me life while killing me, achoo,
Friction enables my walk, also thwarting my speed, boo,
If its alright for the God to punish and kill us,
Just coz he created us,
Mothers should also be exempted for murder and abuse of their children,
Why, didn't you all came out of their womb,
Man don't get paid enough as a model,
For women, everywhere less, unless she merely a mute statue,
Gender stuck between privileges and rights,
Liberals intellectual, phew
Conservatives ignorant fools,
Masses sheep, power the shepherd,
Why billionaires and politicians don't have pay gap issue?
Tax the rich!!!, jeez, must be blasphemous for capitalism,
That is what the evil communists do,
Power to the proletariat, poor Marx,
Your dreams won't come true,
Humans have the penultimate weapon,
Forget blaming others,
They have the ability of concoction,
Luck, destiny, religion or talent,
Work!!! Just protect these creatures from this voodoo,
History, written by winners, losers don't have a say, shoo,
Philosophy, illusionist's lure,
Geography toyed with human evolution,
Maths and sciences have given a clock to the passage of time,
Or else what would us brainy humans do,
A pessimal optimist I am or a believer nihilist,
A cynical critic or a critical cynic,
In pursuit of selflessness, hmmm,
Oh lord!! Won't you save me from the hangman's noose,
Thoughts are wild and on the loose!!
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A mirage
Whether the weather was nostalgic,
Or the climate reminiscent,
He had to weather through them all,
While chasing opulence,
Now he doesn't know how to stop,
Wealth weathered his contentment,
Weather of nostalgia returned again,
Greed the only feature in the flashback,
Yet he thinks, Money certainly earned him more friends....
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Wouldn't you like to know?
The depth of your potential,
The peaks of your imagination,
The truth about your reality,
Or the sanctity of your character,
The root of your vices,
Wouldn't you like to know?
The pillars of your prejudice,
The foundation of your bias,
Or the cause of your incompetence,
The joy you aspire for,
The peace you desperately seek
Wouldn't you like to know?
Secret for your success,
Or the elixir to alleviate your suffering,
The people's expectation from you,
The ideal field to pursue,
Who are your friend,
Wouldn't you like to know?
Who is your hidden foe,
The meaning of life,
Reason behind a belief,
Purpose of their existence,
Or significance of death,
Wouldn't you like to know?
Who is pulling the threads?
©paradoxicalpenman
#writersnetwork #miraquill #ten #wodPursuit met purpose,
All is well,
But when it's a failure,
That's when the dominoes fell...
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miss_silentlyweird
2w
Read MoreFlesh and bone
I throw a stone
Into my own
For I can't condone
The thing behind my ozone
Still I glimpse in mirror
Shock and terror
Screaming covering my ears
When a doppelganger fleer
Suddenly appear
Oh! I saw in her a part me
That I can't see
Since I'm lacking a quality
Of me having ability to read
My heart out loud in able to be heard
She holds a better card
Full of luck in a yard
That even in a bombard
She still smiles with her scarred
As she knows what emotion to discard
Well, she looks like myself
But she's somebody out of my shelf
Well, she talks like my voice
Yet I hear somebody else noise
Making me nervous likewise jealous
#conceptprompt #cees_para_u
@luvnotes_challenge_hostSame surface
but somebody elseParallel universe version of me
You look like myself yet you're in gee
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Instead
Of waiting
For happiness I
found serene in sadness
Comfort
Stop
Myself from
Checking inbox because
You stop sending messages
Stranger
I
Still accepting
To let go
Of your gone presence
Grief
Being
alone is
Freedom or loneliness?
A key or chain?
Goodbye
Belong
But not
A side kick
Just rebound for hole
Outcast
©miss_silentlyweird
#wod #elfchenAbhorrent events
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strxberry_ 2w
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When I trudge towards truth
I jump innumerable obstacles
sometimes feeling desperate
against norms and values;
My soul drinks guttural
of pain, swallowing the venom
provided by toxic peoples
My heart wants to savour life
yearning for fulfillment
but fate thinks otherwise,
playing with me a game
of snake and ladders
sometimes I triumph and
sometimes my destiny.
I hide from its clutches but
it finds me from my ecstasy
and I fall down with a thud,
I ask myself 'Will this ever end'?
The endless gyre of opposing
thoughts caress my heart,
Dreams and demons,
roses and thorns,
victory and losing. I don't know
what it is,perhaps a roller coaster ride.
In the desert of my life
love is only an oasis
too far fetched like the
Ocean and sky,
Oh Lord won't you save me from
hangman's noose,
Thoughts are wild, and on the loose.
But hope blooms like Jasmine
fragrance wafting throughout
Filling my life with new energy
Coup over negativity.
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milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake
3w
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29th April 2022
@_desaiagraja coz you asked me to write. ��
Power of perception
Poverty emanating from the December holes of my skirt
hypothermic skin embraced by the cold floors of winter
Tongue tasting the flakes of snow with the silver of sorrows
I am grateful for the deprivation sparking the ignition of passion in my veins
Nuts of despair inside the bitter porridge of failure
Served in the porringer of sleepless struggles
Flaks forbidding me from the cafuné of comfort
I am grateful for the fiascos, polishing the pillars of success
Retracted roof of father , extended lappet of mother
Abandoned sauntering surname of father
Seeds of soul watered by the sweat of mother
I am grateful for the half mizzling clouds of my sky , for quenching my thirst for warmth.
Broken blue promises , remnants of wrecked reveries
Love is suffocating inside the layers of lies
Truth is tearing the glittery wrappers of betrayal
I am grateful for the tears cleansing my eyes staining my cheeks with the hues of self-love.
~jennie.
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m e t a n o i a
I wrote about grief, pain and holocaust
who were twirling around my tongue
and searching for a home in my metaphors
to stop, smile and saunter but not to be snared.
I wrote about breezes, septembers & autumn
who were meandering gently on my scarf
and picking some parables from cozy palettes
to ponder & plumb but not to be perished.
I wrote about cedars, pines and mountains
who were glowing with the melody of sunrays
and whispering allegories from lenticular clouds
to garnish, greet & gyrate but not to be grappled.
I wrote about women, femininity and muliebrity
who were watering patriarchy with protruding gazes
& swallowing silences without a tablespoon of hope
to endure and egress but not to be eschewed.
I wrote about poets, Plath, Poe and Pablo
whose syllables were satiating my jaded clavicles
and melting within the skirmish of my solitude
but not to be withered but only to live and love.
~of poets, poetries and my existence || bidya -
From chasing thing's, and then facing it's concerns
Now I have left all the desires and hunger to earn
That kept me away from you, that made you run
First behind me then away from me.
I wish I had paid attention on the little thing's
That you have done for us, for me.
I will follow you now, it's my turn to the
West of the moon, East of the sun. -
ak_anjali_daydreamzz
3w
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27 April 2022 12 pm
#end #love
(haiku 5 7 5, etheree 1-10 and couplet 10 )
(here dual faced means reversible)
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SYNCHRONIZED STRETCH
Dual faced was the
Destiny, where two hearts sang
Dirge and revived odes
Two
Crystals
Embedded
With enigma
Of ecstasy, pulls
Heartstrings of each other
To cafune' pure paen blithe
By etching quixotic verses
That paseo xyst the universe
And echo loud woodnotes of dithyramb
Fearthainn fueled scent swirls through balmy breeze
On Gaia's breast lays feuillemorte
Having sung breathy hymns verdant
White scintilla of winter
Coated ailing auburn
And two crimson beats
Share an oeillade
For the last
Time of
Life
A
Wrinkle
In time pulled
Peripeteia
Over fallen love
As insouciant souls
Reborn on the verge of dawn
To recollect heartsease glued hygge
As poets of unfurling boon-bliss
As lovers that laced hearts with metaphors
That'd loiter the axis and levitate
From west of the moon to east of the sun
©ak_anjali_daydreamzzA
Wrinkle
In time pulled
Peripeteia
Over fallen love
As insouciant souls
Reborn on the verge of dawn
To recollect heartsease glued hygge
As poets of unfurling boon-bliss
As lovers that laced hearts with metaphors
That'd loiter the axis and levitate
From west of the moon to east of the sun
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likhitha_kaki
3w
Read More#end #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork
The mind is an unfathomable ocean, for it hustles all day and unleashes the spirits in the night. This is for all those remarkable thoughts and many more sleepless nights.West of the moon, East of the sun
I have not put my phone down until the dawn.
And It feels like I need an industrial forklift,
To carry all my emotional baggage today;
For it's not me unless I crib about the bygone.
Last night was a fantasy world in a way.
I dreamt of being a Geisha for one moment;
Then a queen warring both angels and demons,
And in that soirée, it felt like I was born to slay.
After the madness that prevailed, I felt the burn;
The burn in my sleepless eyes and cold breath,
To go back to the night, back to where I belong;
In a world West of the moon, East of the sun.
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Life after the last breath
When I breathe my last,
I wish to have a flash of my past.
Before my soul leaves it's residence
Let it breed no reticence.
Dying young might not be my regret
Than to die a choking death
An unfulfilled commitment
Will make the intercession of my soul exigent
Where does my soul live after I die?
Not in heaven or hell
I wish that wherever it is ,in peace should it dwell.
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Prelude:
And when the night comes
I think of you
And wait for tears to fall.
©lovenotes_from_carolyn
It's three weeks gone by now
And I've been crying less
By more than a little
And I'm angry about that
Yes - angry
As if my tears are supposed to keep some constant vigil, since your departure
Yet somehow they've betrayed me
And now they only arrive in certain moments
Moments when I hear your name
Moments when something reminds me of you
Moments when your cat searches for you longingly
And moments when I feel your absence the most
Yes, I'm angry... but just a little
Because anger really isn't my thing
And I'm annoyed and perhaps frustrated, with myself
With myself, and these tears that don't come anymore, nearly as often as they should
In response to the continual absence of you.
©lovenotes_from_carolyn 4/12/2022
