All these firsts spent with you
©the_faye_adams
the_faye_adams
“My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellation.” Twitter&IG: @TheFayeAdams
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the_faye_adams 18w
First love letter;
we were young
optimistic, with such lovely views on love.
You wrote letter after letter to me
I thought nothing much of it
but boy, did you prove me wrong, over the years that's yet to pass.
only so young, only 11 years of age.
First touch;
Just my hand
gripped tightly by yours
just my mind
running wildly with thoughts
what is this feeling inside my chest?
only so young, only 14 years of age.
First late night;
The feeling inside my chest grew
did yours grow too?
Late nights, 3 a.m
you're awake, fighting your sleep
just for another minute to talk to me
only so young, only 15 years of age.
First love;
The years have passed
and yet you're still the same
goofy you and giggly me
sweet smiles, you stare into my eyes
oh why haven't we done this before?
If only I knew then, what I was missing out on
we drive around in your car
we take trips to the beach
talking about our childhood
and the memories that we've shared
your fingers interlock with mine
only getting older, only 23 years of age.
First kiss;
We took our time
your eyes met mine
I felt everything from fireworks
to an entire boulder crushing on top of me
beautiful splashes of color throughout the night sky
the sadness of the weight of becoming attached to you, not knowing what'll happen
when your lips meet mine
and they do, like lovers missing one another
and time stops and you're out of breath
and we kiss again, till our lips lose all feeling
and my chest feels like it'll explode
so cliché, yet so lovely
only getting older, only 24 years of age.
First heartbreak;
It's as if we got caught up in a tornado
spinning out of control, my mind and thoughts
what have you done to me
all these years missed out on loving you
and the moment I finally admit it
it's as if a tornado sweeps across my house
and sucks up everything that I love and cherish
leaving me by my self, alone with words floating around in the air, all unsaid, all true,
all feelings for you
that's what you did.
you took everything, bits of pieces of my heart
so whole and complete under your touch, now shattered and broken, like pieces of wood, a home turned upside, destroyed by the passing tornado
my mind once at ease, as you hold me close to your chest, now a mess, a wreckage left behind by the strength of your tornado
only so hurt, only 25 years of age.
First healing;
It's weird when I think back at it
how you've been there all my life
as my friend, everything in between and everything so much more
goofy you and giggly me
so young with feelings of love
it was a slow burn and I enjoyed every moment of it
we took our time, getting to know each other
falling in love, if I could change anything I would've kissed you sooner, if I could I would've held you in my arms even tighter
but things happen they way it's meant to
or at least the way we want it to
we took our time, because we knew this was something so much more than either of us were prepared for
we loved each other way too deeply and it got to scary, how someone could have so much
power over you
my heart was in pieces when we said our silent goodbyes, it didn't understand why we couldn't be, when all it felt was love for you
my mind was at war with itself, showing images of you and then crashing with system overload.
It took a while for me to heal and to no longer have the urge to pick up my phone and call you.
All those years knowing you, lovely and beautiful
and now you're just another passing face on the street, just another mere stranger.
Only so young, only getting older.
#wod #first #miraquill #writersnetwork
@miraquill
@writersnetwork -
the_faye_adams 18w
Your soul glows with love
It's quite saddening if you ask me
how you have so much
love to give other people
yet so little to give to yourself.
©the_faye_adams -
the_faye_adams 18w
He looked frail
pale skinned
hair flowing
slightly visible smile
from across his face
his hands trembling
because he knew
this life had
obstacles upon obstacles
all waiting for him to fight
and overcome
and not once did he ever give up.
#two #wod
@miraquillThe fight within
©the_faye_adams -
the_faye_adams 19w
Sleepless nights
wide awake, fever rising
you tuck me in, hold me tight
you have no idea how grateful I am
for being a child with a mother like you.
Mental health, you've lost yourself
coming home from school to find you
bathroom locked, blood dripping
depression took a hold of you
you have no idea how much that scarred me.
Teenage mistakes, by my side
you never held on to anger
forgiving heart, helping hands
always taking on more than you can burden
you have no idea how much you inspire me.
Secrets shared, tears we've cried
the trauma you endured has come back
for a second round, being passed on to me
sexually abused, you and I, these careless men
you have no idea how safe I feel whenever
you are around me.
Depression takes a hold of me
but you were there, like you've always been
even when days are bad, you're in my sight
yet another world away from me
due to all the meds you have to take
just to stay another day here with me
you fought for me, you protected me
a bond we share, deep and strong
more than a mother and a daughter
more than another woman that's a victim
more than another statistic.
#bond #wod
#mother #daughterMother
©the_faye_adams -
the_faye_adams 20w
Loneliness with a side of chocolates
Valentine's date, flowers gifted to you
I spend another year passing the time
with a book to read, one or maybe a few
fantasy or thriller, whichever sets the mood
by myself, I spend the day like I do most
whatever feels right, I go with the flow
candle lit dinner, not for two
pasta in a bowl, I sit by the window
by myself and a fictional character
perhaps a knight, a wizard or even a villain
a bad boy disguised as good
the day will past like any other
alone for valentines never bothered me anyway.
#February #wodFebruary 14th
©the_faye_adams -
the_faye_adams 20w
What's right from wrong and everything in between
I think the only person you need to apologize to
especially right now is yourself.
For letting others walk over you
for giving them one too many chances
to hurt you again and again
taking advantage of your forgiving heart.
For letting the voice inside your head
get the best of you, believing when it said
“You aren't good enough.”
“You're not worthy of love and
the goodness this world holds.”
“You will amount to nothing.”
“What are you good for?”
Such cruel words you tell yourself
when something doesn't go the way you expected.
You owe yourself an apology for breaking your own kind heart.
You do not see, or you fail to see
beyond the bad days and the things you call flaws
you cannot see how beautiful you are
under the sun's rays of light, skin glowing
hair flowing in the wind, arms out as if you're flying
or how worthy you are, late nights
under the twinkling of a thousands stars
your eyes filled with so much wonder for
what lives in the sky and all the worlds above it.
Look at you selling yourself short
then finally discovering your self-worth
Look at you overcoming the worst case scenario
and making today the best day you've had all week.
Look at you growing, thriving, happy and content
why did it take so long for you to get here?
#apology #wodApology to oneself
©the_faye_adams -
the_faye_adams 20w
resilient, should be your middle name
and after all this time
after all you've had to endure
and overcome
here you are, alive
and stronger than ever.
©the_faye_adams -
the_faye_adams 20w
Our last dance
It took me some time
to gather my thoughts
to reason with my heart
but I finally did it
I let you go.
©the_faye_adams -
the_faye_adams 21w
I am not belonging to this world
it's people and the galaxies above
my soul finds peace in chaos and darkness
the sky above as the sun casts its last light
and the ocean below, layers and layers of waves
leading to the depths of it, only dark
no visible sight in reach
the wave rushes to greet my feet
then pulls me in with it
because it knows I do not belong
on the seashore, but deep within it
the thrill of it as it grips me by the ankle
the thrill of it as it waves hello
terrifying and beautiful wonder
of what power it holds
my ocean spirit, floating and cruising
alongside the waves, there is something
consuming about danger
that makes you want to go further out
daring surfers try their luck, but the ocean
isn't welcoming to all.
#ocean #wodOcean spirit
©the_faye_adams -
the_faye_adams 21w
Perhaps the sun rises
when you are alight
with a passion so strong
and vicious like wildfire
doing the thing you love
the very thing that lights
the spark in your soul
And perhaps it rains
when your soul
lacks that passion
or another's embrace
a longing friend or lover
and the rain pours
because your heart
is in halves
you have one and
they have the other
Perhaps the flowers bloom
when you are in love
with another or with yourself
so happy and content
how beautiful you glow
and grow when you are happy
lavender springs and sunflowers
cover your skin
you bloom from within
Perhaps the snow arrives
when you go unloved too long
iced heart needing anothers flame
cold storms, covering your entire house
boarding you in away from the outside
all the walls you have built
safe and sound from another's harm
at the same time depriving yourself
from anothers warmth
how the snow falls from your cold heart
hurt, and lacking the ability trust.
Perhaps all the flowers that fell
are those from souls
who have passed on to another life
a better one, with all that they've
ever wanted and desired
trees stand tall without a single leaf
perhaps that's a metaphor to you
who feel like your life is falling apart
and fail to see that you are still here
standing strong, and again leaves will grow
the bad will happen, the storm will come
yet you are still here and
will make it another day
maybe you'll lose sight of that
just place your hand over your heart
your branches may be bare and
you may feel like nothing good will happen
but don't you see, feel that heart inside your chest beating stronger than ever
you are all that is good.
#myth #wodSeasonal emotions
©the_faye_adams
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ckfilvan 15w
#flowerhaiku #ceesreposts
from Song of Songs
She: I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
He: Like a lily among thorns is my darling among the young women.
I miss deactivatedusers. I shall soon join themX
Bloody like a rose
The Lily of the valley
That's slain on a hill
The rose of Sharon
Buried but for few days rose
To eternal bloom
XI
Your face's a city
Invaded by wild roses
And forget-me-nots.
©ckfilvan -
There is some
kind of beauty
in the laughter
of a child
that melts even
the mighty hearts.
We, adults are
surrounded by such
malignity, that when
we witness such
innocence in a
long time, we
suddenly realize that
we, too carry
a heart that
beats for simple things.
©akshiwrites -
prose_nexus 17w
I've been waiting to say that for a long time now.
Don't forget to like and follow and repost for more.
#first #miraquill #pod #mirakeeworld #writersnetwork #live
@odysseus_2 @kefi_kat @mysteriousde @prose_nexus @dusky_dawnFirst Time
She was sweet
Raspberry on the lips
Pink and pretty as it was
Told her I never knew what love was
I was never shown it
She clasped my face in her hands
Drew me closer
She was sweet
Raspberry on the lips
Pink and pretty as it was
||Damon Aura|| -
fatema153 18w
The first time i opened my eyes
I got introduced to the world
To live a beautiful life
The first time i said a word
Or i would say a celebration
Of calling my mother 'MAA'
The first time i took a step
And moved towards my father
When after felling down he
Just wrapped me in his arm
To make me feel secured
The first time when life hit me hard
Taught me the lessons to
Keep remembering while
Moving on the journey
Of ups and downs
The fist time i met someone
The definition of real
Happiness got inked on
Each pages of my life
Till the end!
©Fatema153
#first @odysseus_2 @dusky_dawn @shadowofthoughts_ @kefi_kat @mysteriousde @daffodilpearlzz #ceesreposts.
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inking17 17w
Pain
You will find me,
in every burning petal that couldn't last,
in pools of blood that were wiped off,
in deceptions that still burn in castle of glass,
in white and black cemeteries that past,
rivers that dried and fishes that were fried,
in mourning voices across the woods that lied,
that they were happy in autumn ,claiming no loss,
in papers in dustbin of writers ,
that teared them to pieces so that no one could read,
hiding the real feelings that cried,
so that no one could hear and retreat,
in gloomy dusky evenings,
when mists and smog overtake the street,
every corner a heart wails or weeps,
but garnishes it with a smile,
so that I m embellished in icings,
of sweet melodies and poetic sightings......
©inking17 -
crystalwords 17w
#first #wod #ceesreposts @writersnetwork a read? Tried to break WB.
Edits: I can't believe my eyes. It's POD(2). #sd_pod(2)
Thank you so much @miraquill for showering your loveI'm honoured
And lastly thank you each and every people, who admire my presence here. I'm in cloud nine right now. I've no words to describe how much important you all are to me. I love you everyone.
Special thanks to @emashyyy @childauthor_345 @azkiyah @anirockz7 @_ghar_ @thread_broken_kite and many more. Sorry if I missed out anybody, but I love you allF I R S T Heartbreak Or the F I N A L Death of Love?
That was a mundane sunday night,
It was ostensible ceremony of
our 3 years love-anniversary,
I bedecked the aura with scented candles
and our favourite lavenders and roses,
But who knew that the festooned
chandelier would bring tenebrosity in
my life eternally
when the switch will be turned
off for a moment!
I remember that he steadily put
forth his tiptoes
and came towards me,
with a smile that was frangible,
I looked at him and showered love
with my whole heart and showed
him the monogram depicting
our memories,
Those motifs embroidered in the cape,
I became more or less grieved, when
He said 'it's okay'!
Just okay?
What about my feelings
that I embellished
in everything between our
verbs and adjectives?
Within a single blink of my thought,
He made me blank with his words,
"I THINK OUR RELATIONSHIP
ISN'T WORKING WELL,
SO IT'S BETTER TO END!"
I, I was left stonkered,
by hearing that sentence,
Is it so easy to move forth
with those mere words?
If it is then why couldn't I do so?
My skin to bone, the tissues,
those rushing blood slowed
down and became stale.
My tendons and ligaments
were drying, I felt I'm counting
my time, to escape out of the world.
He sullied the sempiternal meaning of love,
The word which was my monolith
in the darkest twilights and
rendering monsoons.
It was obnoxiously destructive;
Cyclones, were revolving in the
mind and my whole physique
rupturing the bones, fleshes,
thoughts and belief,
I started to curse the walls, the trees,
the surroundings, the moon,
the sun and everything,
My agony parched from the
hurricanes troubling my mind
and I wasn't able to let go off, the pain!
I felt torpedoes stinging
my whole fuselage,
leaving me alone in the silences
of zillions of thunders and storms,
I felt that the nostalgic dimension
of mine, that I created, had
welcomed monochromatic clouds
and silhouettes of devasted souls,
I felt that the scattered azure showered
tinsels of misfortune,
I was losing my own existence, my identity,
Was that love impure, or
did we become impure in love?
Was it my nemesis, or,
A heartbreak or the final death of love?
©crystalwords -
inking17 18w
Isnt it
Isnt it strange that at this midnight hour
I am writing something read by strangers,
not people who I know,
Isnt it strange that we see ourselves in reflections,
in mirrors but never the real self,
Isnt it strange that people who die,
are loved suddenly much more than ever,
Isnt it strange that we love someone,
yet hate them the most,
Isnt it strange that we find each other,
in broken pieces of poetry ,
Isnt it strange that we learn all wisdom,
to die one day,
Isnt it strange that love I felt for someone,
made me a scribbler in solace,
Or is it strange that my love for scribbling,
is what I needed not someone's love .....
©inking17 -
inkandfable670 18w
The very #first time I gathered pieces of my dream on my scratched palms, not knowing, to collect more which are still strong.
#wod
@writersnetwork
@miraquillThe dream,
I weaved with crystal mirrors
Assure I was, never thought
One day it could shatter,
I was scared if it breaks
I wouldn't be alive either
And then all of sudden
A stone of reality, hits
Made several cracks,
Avoiding those cracks like a prat
I thought it wouldn't break
Whereas, I heard by own ears its
Crackling sound
And then a day comes when,
Dream dilapidated on ground
It's sharp edges made
Countless slashes,from my
Delicate heart to palm,
With eyes tear freezed, I
Cried, and screamed
With lips tightly sticked,
And then I noticed my heart
Still keep on beat bearing on
Several cuts by the edges of
That broken dream,at moment
I got to know my presumption
For me was wrong
I thought, I'm fragile flower
But I was a sturdy thorn.
©inkandfable670 -
When the sun hits my spine,
I would let the heat in.
Let the sweat fall.
And crawl into the coldest places.
I never dared to walk in.
My shadow seems swelled up,
my body is shrinking.
Perhaps,it has drank all the rain.
To leave behind more vain.
This wandering time is a ghost,
the home a delusion.
Peace is the scapegoat.
Patience,a flickering flame.
Pain,the only way to deliverance.
I mustn't dream.I mustn't move.
For this bog is deep.
And the womb is shallow.
The foetus's head,getting bigger.
A little death has happened.
The ship is long gone.
The iceberg keeps waiting here. -
miraquill 18w
From first dates to first failures, many of life’s “firsts” are accompanied by intense feelings. Whether your experiences left you feeling thrilled or disappointed, “firsts” can make for great poems.
--Today, write a poem or prose about any of your "firsts"--
Tag with #first and share.
#wodFirst
You can pick one of these themes to write a poem or prose–
First love
First heartbreak
First time you saw the ocean
First moment you realized you were an adult
First poem that made you love poetry
First visit to a museum
First play or live performance
First meal you cooked for someone else
