Love me not for my smile, it’s for everyone, it’s free Love me for the devil inside me, I’m not an angel you see Love me but cherish me for the tears I spill Love me but remember, my eyes really can kill Love me and my scars, the blemishes I flaunt Love me or not, it’s up to you what you want
Not a sweet talker, barefaced I am Growing a bit stronger, each day I am Sometimes I might falter, clumsy I am Some days a bit darker, moody I am Amidst the pitter patter, merry I am Amongst my little family, a fairy I am
Happiness possesses the charm that flowers do. When you're happy, you are like a garden blooming with flowers attracting every passer-by towards you. You become that sweet little boy on the street handing out a flower to everyone spreading his cheerfulness. Happiness spreads, it multiplies. Being happy can be anything but stupid.
But happiness is happiness. It's simple, like an open book - but being in pain isn't. Sorrow, grief, misery, depression are all like those locked treasure chests locked and buried deep inside your heart. And one needs to dive into it to comprehend those messy tangled up feelings. When an artist expresses his feelings on his canvas, these messed up feelings are very well camouflaged and only the ones with gifted eyes can uncover what truly underlies.
The title is taken from the song , memories by maroon 5. _____________
Soliciting soothe or sliding off from the jalousie and sprigs of vexatious life's episodes. I baked cashmere sweaters and serapes for my loved ones.
Friendship, This word was unfathomable for me but after setting foot into this chock-a-block of colors (miraquill) and benevolence I stumbled on many comely hearts and glimmering diamonds.
Scarcely any, are those whom my heart esteems and idolize and a hue of camaraderie can be felt with them. Part of and few are those who were there with every fluctuation of my vicissitudes. They armoured my unsubstantial and wobbly thoughts and fulgurated my mythical and mystical fears with warmth and rapport. An accord of serenity and propinquity is also burgeoning with them.
A soupçon of these tinctures and the book of my existence one or two has known and they are the most idiotic and idyllic homosapiens. Co-conspirators, musketeers and a bona fide interrelatedness is what expound them as my heartbeats.
They are buddies the ones who knows how to hotchpotch someone's sorrows and fuel a soul with optimism and blithe.
Perfection defines you with the notes of kindness Humanity describes you with the tunes of beauty On the stillness of poetry, you twirl with the quill of metaphors. And your existence blisses the world with the tune of your words and love.
May lord bless you with all your wishes. So sorry for not being here. Let's celebrate again when I'll be back(if). Many many happy returns of the day
His words wears life where the reader gets the feeling, a sense of warmth that radiates to the reader. One can connect to his words and derive a hopeful end after a self loathing past.
ᴬ̳ⁿ̳ ̳ᵃ̳ᶠ̳ᶠ̳ᵉ̳ᶜ̳ᵗ̳ⁱ̳ᵒ̳ⁿ̳ᵃ̳ᵗ̳ᵉ̳ ̳ᵐ̳ᵃ̳ⁿ̳ ̳ᶠ̳ⁱ̳ˡ̳ˡ̳ᵉ̳ᵈ̳ ̳ʷ̳ⁱ̳ᵗ̳ʰ̳ ̳ⁱ̳ⁿ̳ⁿ̳ᵒ̳ᶜ̳ᵉ̳ⁿ̳ᶜ̳ᵉ̳ His greatest strength is in vulnerability and tenderness. For many it might be a weakness but his emotions play a vital role in developing relationships with many. ( Aise hi you aren't a bhai aka brother of mirakee xD)
In this vast sea ( Miraquill ) you were one of the million most beautiful things that happened to me ' like a little sand dollar to my life '. A true bibliophile , a dictionary on it own, a friend, a brother , a clasping hand whenever life problems abounds you
Sid, thank you for all those uncountable advices whenever my spirits kept on falling and cheering me up in my blues ,accepting my flaws and fault and looking beyond them. ~ @lovethatneverfades
//Labelled as a treacherous slut Disabled to defend, so badly it hurt. Reasons were my cleavage and exposed thighs Seasons since changed but my soul daily dies. Nobody sees my intellect but only my body Ready with a label saying sexy or shoddy. Dressed when I go in a long long skirt Blessed again I am with their lurking lecherous lust. It is not my attire that makes me a soft target Fit is a woman to taint and her prowess you forget. When a baby is raped and so is an octogenarian Then shamed is a Nation failing all that's humanitarian.// ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As weekend knocks our door, let's welcome it with this challenge!
This week write a Caryotte poem.
The Caryotte is: ○ a 12 line poem, made up of 6 couplets. ○ composed with head and tail rhyme in each couplet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Happy writing mates!!!