Miraquill
Childhood Book Sequels
The successful samplings of Sam I am,
Of the plate with green eggs and ham.
In book two, he sold a few then changed to blue,
They found out it was only food coloring nothing new.
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Childhood Book Sequels
Poor Minneapolis Simpkins,
Opts for a mouse to comfort her kitten.
Convinced no monsters this time for me,
The book ends up a discovery channel disaster story.
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Childhood book sequels
In the second book for pickles the cat,
He is old, and his big body is quite fat.
Ladders help him to climb trees,
He never uses poles, just stairs to the next story.
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Inevitable skyfall
Every thing we do, causes water to collect in clouds, in the sky.
Each day those clouds, grow heavier,
It's harder to just float by.
Eventually they hear the call it's time,
water can not gather or swarm,
They open up to their only option and
Herald in a song of storms.
We sway, groan, and sometimes cry.
But this doesn't change the open sky.
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Communication
Stand up for what matters...
Dare to be...
Heard
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Wolves, water, and rangers
Free time,
Your outside,
The wilderness brings a wildness,
That takes all the pressure off.
Your possible
Time free.
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I am not asking, about your day today,
I want to talk about me and wait for you to say.
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Nature's Way of Teaching Us
If I took a walk I'd bring Robert Frost,
To capture beauty, even if we were lost.
On a road, in the woods, or in the dark
Describing nature, he really left his mark.
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Sometimes you feel like, if you keep looking towards the sky, you might fall like the rain.
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A Distant View
Round fenced in trees,
tall colorful windows on buildings,
People in swarms just casually walking.
Honks, some crying, loud talking,
and laughs,
Bright lights
to ward off the darkest of nights
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I really do believe that God is love, one of deep affection and grace and forgiveness and inspiration.
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mikasa__
10w
Read More“If you are a woman, you have no idea how precious and important you are. Take care of yourself. Happy International Women’s Day.”
Happy International women's day to everyone out there. Thank you for empowering me. Stay safe. Keep blooming. ❤
A woman is so much more than just a human being. She has the power to create a life, to cope up with so much pain and somehow always end up being the strongest one in the room. Happy Women’s Day to all Goddesses out there!It is true that no country can ever flourish if it restricts the potential of women.
Thus, our world would mean nothing without women.
We still live in a society where being a woman is dangerous. So let's remind ourselves to create a planet that deserves the best of women.
Be proud to be a woman. Happy Women’s Day!
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miraquill
3w
Broken
It's often said the broken is beautiful. Do you agree? Comment below.
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miraquill
3w
Someday
Try this interesting challenge!
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leibdns
222w
you're like a word
waiting to be said,
a poem still
unread.
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fallen_42
6w
Everything is easier when you're home
Everything is easier when you're home
The fall of a dwindling world doesn't bother much perhaps when one is lying on his bed, hiding under favaourite quilt
Or maybe it does?
I know I am home when I recognize the gentle tap of my mother's feet, bringing me a bowl of mangoes
Or how my father always switches off the light everytime I fall asleep
Perhaps when one talks about home, he means being seen?
Everything is easier when you're home
Like the last time when you were diagnosed with depression
Your mother cried for days, or your father denied to look at you without feeling guilt for having raised a child who didn't know that survival sometimes meant wanting to die
On most days it was more of a sign than symptom
But sometimes it was a mere escape plan from a body that couldn't stop itself from shrinking slowly
Everything is easier when you're home
The taste of pudina chutney or the flavored scent of home baked apple pie
Or the old songs that mother hums while cooking
The old radio sitting as still as time
Or the first television that your father bought
Everything has the same story
Of being held and being forgotten
The pale cracked walls are witness to this
Of survival and saving each other
Isn't home more about pulling each other from shallow water?
Everything is easier when you're home
The days when you cried yourself to sleep
Or how you witnessed your father's slow decline
Because you couldn't get out of bed or comb your hair for days
How you kept checking if your father was breathing when asleep
For you knew if anything happened, the blood would be on your hands
Is home a place where we gradually drown?
Everything is easier when you're home
The echoes of your father's stifled laughter on watching Punjabi movies
Or the smile on your mother's face as she discovers how hope is usually the person sitting next to you, smiling
I wonder if hope is a little crackle of fire, if hope consumes everything once we believe it is there
Everything is easier when you're home
The last days of your grandfather mumbling his son's name
Or the last phone call telling he had passed
Home is seeing your father carrying the weight of his father's death, without tears
Home is waking up after crashing into a truck because he couldn't see the shrinking distance with his lost, grieving eyes.
As much as it is the first greeting while being held by your father for the first time
It is often the last goodbye too
Everything is easier when you're home
Waking up to the first sunrise because you promised your mother to go on morning walks, get better or not think about dying when seeing a speeding car
Home is your father waking up with you with a smile on his face because he believes things will get better when you decide to take charge of your life
It is a mother's prayer despite knowing that God, perhaps is a Schrodinger' cat, it can exist as long as one decides to look for it
Perhaps God is mostly a cat scared of being forgotten for it is the greatest misery, remembrance perhaps is a love language too,
Maa loves God, Maa loves me
Sometimes I am what she looks in a portrait of God, sometimes she wishes she could forget the love she has for me, debilitating love, maddening love, love without boundaries, love despite boundaries
Home is abandoning the morning walks because you no longer can drag your feet as you wobble under the weight of your life
Everything is easier when you're home
The last sunrise you will witness through its windows
The last glass of water you will demand
The last time moving your eyes around
Seeing your photograph hung on the wall besides your parents'
The last time wishing if you could have treated them better
The last regret
Home is hearing that your children forgive you
Home is knowing that sometimes forgiveness is only a closure, not atonement
Home is accepting it regardless
The last song you sing as people you have loved, wronged surround you with tear in their eyes,
Home is uttering the first words as your eyes slowly droop,
Home is exhaling the last breath that you carry along as a sigh,
The last time remebering what it looked like, to be recklessly alive, to be so carefree it hovered around the borders of selfishness, to be so selfless, it sometimes meant submission
Everything is easier when you're home
Holding on
Letting go
But mostly holding on while letting go -
I'd like to be time ,
Storing subtle yet sanguine memories ,
Whom you wished to have ,
And I'm here to grab ,
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The only thing good about us was the goodbye...
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The streets are filled with roses and reds
Somehow the hearts seems to be empty
You see love everywhere, but not where it needs to be
What a sham it is this month of February...
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