Miraquill
someday, somewhere
you will see me
soaked in blood, dipped in tears,
clenching teeth, signing despair
someday, somewhere
you will wish to see me
the way, I was before
to leave me in the pathetic shore
someday, somewhere
I will rise for myself
building stairs with fear
to leave your parasitic soul
©symphonygaps_
symphonygaps_
Is there a place in this accursed world, where I can build a grave for my miseries?
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hand me a book,
where life meets light;
hand me a book,
where chapters are magical;
hand me a book,
where peace is certainty;
hand me a book,
where words are relatable
give me a book,
where logics are missing;
give me a book
where fantasy is the only reality;
give me a book,
where tears are conclusion;
give me a book,
where science is an illusion
hand me the book,
I need right now;
give me the book;
I crave somehow;
hand me the book,
which says 'you can bear';
give me the book,
which says 'I made you reappear'
©symphonygaps_ -
3 a.m. thoughts
only the night verses knew how
pathetic days were,
woven with sympathy I sang a lullaby
to myself
©symphonygaps_ -
again I gazed the night sky for hours
hoping you were thinking the same
only if I had the chance to sleep
I wish I were holding on to you
©symphonygaps_ -
symphonygaps_
15w
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~ every soaring bird has a story to tella girl
as a girl she was born
with curses all around;
looked down by everyone
she grew up with sun
with thorns everywhere
she picked her life's tragedy
wrapping it up with melodies,
created a story of fantasy
don't tell me what you did
for her cause they're all on behalf;
if ever the light stops shinning
believe me you won't be blamed
for there was no hope but only fear
but the only request she has for you
without any clinging satire,
is that if the light shines brighter
then you won't come to beg further
for any share cause that's her -
rising from the grave of memories,
she wiped her tears with hands of hope;
zephyr touched every part of her broken
soul singing the aubade she longed;
tacenda came out piercing through the
darkness; who knew this apricity wasn't
for long; dark winter was her only company
and fear - a friend; only if she had the power,
she would have stopped him beforehand
©symphonygaps_ -
the smell of soot clogged
all my ways; decaying heart
never lost the love; waiting every
second for your calm voice to sooth
all pains; the only serein I had on
those dark nights is you; the feeling
of onsra burning all the pages of
my book pulled me towards end;
only if these chapters had you,
I could have survived a little longer
©symphonygaps_ -
I'm drinking pain for every piece of ignorance you showed me; only if I had enough land I could have built a forest to hide my broken pieces of heart
©symphonygaps_ -
dead feelings, grave of love
could not keep up with the
withering soul, all wished to see;
every drop of pain summed up to
fill the ocean stressed mind, no
longer willing to visit your
painful memories
©symphonygaps_ -
And now you know,
how hard I tried;
drinking every drop
of moon's light to
survive another night
©symphonygaps_
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heartsease
8w
Read MorePeople, places and movies, they've always taught me how love is like the sun in summers, raging and passionate but my love, my love was gentle like the soft zephyr of winters. My love, it was delicate, it was all about falling like my whole sky falling in his oceanic eyes or like the drops of rain tapping roofs to beat the rhythm of 90s mixtapes. I've loved him like a soul with bruises and wrinkles love memories and I'll love him till I won't be able to etch him, anymore, in my poetries.
~PurvaAnd if the thousand suns revolve
around me round and round,
it'll be only YOU that lights me up
and burns me down.
~Purva
//Love from distance// -
As Spring melts like a
raspberry popsicle,
into pink puddles of Summer,
May your flowers that
grew tall in April,
be brave enough to face the
sting of the too bright sun;
May they never know the
meaning of the word Wither
©artemiswrites -
I saw people seeing their whole world shattered in front of them, with tears dripping on their dusty knees, tasted like the sweats of their hard work. And their hands were dipped in the blood, of things which they never saw even; pain so great tore a hole in their agonized soul, that their faith slipped away, in everything.
~ baggages of injustices, burden of pain on their shoulders, they carry. They live, even then.
©iinking_rubatosis -
iinking_rubatosis
10w
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I want to shed off my skin, as i often
make myself someone's home,
and they do worst injuries to me,
give my hand for help,
and they squeeze my neck,
despite knowing it all, i do the same again.
I want to shed off my skin, for it hurts,
for it always makes me to taste the grave,
for i don't want to remain absurd,
for i don't want to be abandoned but found
for i want to survive, i want to live.
I want to shed off my skin,
but i don't know how.
Do you?I can never shed off my skin
just because
I am bleeding unstoppably
and wounded by the knife
I once gave someone as love.
Roses are so many times
stabbed for the fragrance
they give, but they
never stopped blossoming.
~ Some are born selfless.
©inking_rubatosis -
shru_pens
10w
Read More#spiderweb @miraquill @writersnetwork
Hope u like it ��
Here, aunt jennifer is an old lady maybe of sixties, who was unhappy of her marriage, she was dominated by her husband, she just silently suffered all the oppressions(this is one of the poems of class 12 English textbook)
Marble floor - indicates the holiness of a marriage,Web or a prison?
She weaves a poetic web, of love and care
He weaves a spider web of taunts and violence
She ties her hair tight with metaphors and haves similes in her dinner
He gulps taunts in his lunch and traps her in his caged fence
Her dream is to become a 2nd independent cinderella of the real world, but ends up becoming Aunt Jennifer
He is resolute on dominating her and polluting the holiness of her sindoor
She breathes the moon and kisses the serene stars who are the only reasons of her existence -
shru_pens
11w
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#trinet @miraquill @writersnetwork
Here, long distance communication is a single word ������Sun sinking
Deep into
The dawns of shimmering lighthouse in
The acceptance of stars beholding infinity
Meeting horizon
Breaking shackles
Of longdistancecommunication
©silent_pen_with_migrated_ink -
queen_butterfly
11w
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It's the ilk of me to see you with a broken back but this is harsh. My intents breakdown and howl, to save you. If I hear you cry, I'm going to swallow you whole. Your voice makes its way through my ears, the softly uttered curse I soused my veins in. The immoral cue, you stink of, before forging a road through the back alley contrived on my shoulders.
The pith of your lips on my neck massifs - a dying thing over a dead thing. The gradual movement of the stars, this isn't how it's supposed to be, what do I do with the remains? How do I die in the hallway if not over the white sheets and charcoal mist? I want my hands to be silvered, to be blackened.
My hands embowed in the burns of my hurt. I can't hold my bones when you ask me to hug. I don't want to love it the way it is, if not with your eyes open, your chest under my face and dusk dying. This death daubes me a disguise; you as the straggled thin moonlit and I-a strangled martyr. Life ditches your breathe and I submit mine to the moon, barehanded. My fragility is in your hands and sanity on your fingers and you flicker your sins off every moment and call it salvation.
I hear my stubs straining under my ashes, mourning under my ashes, for me, for my rage, for the death that never waited. There are so many stubborn wishes drinking your name to have you back, to have me back. There's no way I'm not asserted dead, if you are the one who is dying,
you are dying.
©queen_butterflyephemeral bodies, sempiternal love
my fragility
in your
hands and sanity on your fingers,
and you flicker your sins off
every moment
and call
it salvation.
It's the
ilk of
me to see you with a
broken soul but this is harsh,
my intents
howl, to
save you. -
I would like to lay down my stone head on a soft bed of meadows
While waiting for the dark grey clouds to burst it's tears upon me;
Accompanying me in the labrynith of sorrow and grief
while seeping inside those broken creaks of hope in mine;
Till the naked rays of the sun withers it gradually;
While the rainbow awaits for it's turn.
©surupadas -
heartsease
13w
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There's a voice that belongs to me,
it looks like a hazel cuckoo
that'll cocoon itself within a brick red window
and white doors, thirty two, to breed silence
until the apocalypse has taken birth.
Maybe that's why I've grown up in a crows nest
trying to become some scientist or doctor
when my eyes followed a different sky and
my dreams fell down, broken and hurt.
There's a voice that belongs to me,
I can hear it's footsteps slowly creeping
in through the backdoor of my throat
awaiting to be unfettered like rainbows
escaping from clouds. I want to sway
little more in the garden of daisies and
unwonted desires but acceptance is as
much unwelcome as the warbling grief
that leaves its audience in longing howls.
There's a voice that belongs to me
that may sound like the rustle of leaves
while wearing shroud of kindness or
a scream of thunderclap on empty steets
when the shrouds are shredded off,
it's a sword of courage somedays
on other days it's a flower of hope,
but I'm afraid when it becomes the weapon
for rebellion at times when I let all the
uncomfortable silence hatch.
~PurvaFor today,
the bed won't hide my skeleton,
the pain won't stop me from
being an arrow in action,
and like time passing away in clock
I won't tick away in silence,
I'll thrive in golden light and
swirl in amber gown,
I'll swallow the silence of the sea
and bring out acceptance
that stands hidden behind those
familiar frown.
©heartsease -
lovenotes_from_carolyn
14w
Read MoreTo avoid any confusion, I want to clarify that my son is alive and well. He has relocated across the country to expand his business and start the next chapter of his life.
The last line is meant to convey that he won't ever live under the same roof with us again, which has proven terribly difficult for me to accept.
@writersnetwork Thank you for your kind support, team. Always grateful. ❤
#was #miraquill #writersnetwork #wodI was but what I'd always be; a mom who loves her children, three...
Prelude:
Head is weary, eyes gone dim
Mind besieged with thoughts of him
I pray I've done the best I can
A boy named Jack is now a man...
GONE
by lovenotes_from_carolyn
And in a twinkling, my firstborn youth
'Twas gone without a trace, forsooth!
An empty room left in his wake
Oh how this mother's heart doth ache!
Yet all is well for him, it seems
He's off pursuing goals and dreams
It's his time now, and this I know
I'll have to learn to let him go
But what a mess it is to be
Conflicted by reality
A heavy heart, so fraught with friction
Dear Lord, please grant thy benediction!
'Tis true, I have two children more
A husband too, whom I adore
Our darling dog; cats, by the many
But right now, that's not helping any
Because, you see, none can replace
The one who leaves the empty space
So I'm left wrestling with this fact
My son is gone and won't be back.
©lovenotes_from_carolyn 3/19/2022
