Miraquill
Cracks
That was not my home, not my town
Some shabby metropolis waiting to drown
Every monsoon
But mum and dad said
Stay here with these nice strangers
Behave, accommodate
It'll all be over soon
When you've learnt enough
To adult with elegance
So keep up the pretence
Grind till you make some name
For poverty is tough
And you're just a girl
A not-so-pretty girl
You'll have the good life, the riches
Sit tight with that list of your wishes
Talent and hardwork and sacrifices
Will lead you to the golden path
Of success, probably happiness.
I found my faith in their good intentions
Held on to my undefined aspirations
That I'll bloom with grace
Deluded myself into thinking
I wasn't another rat in the race
Till I was walking for miles
Like a dutiful bird
Pacing the busy alleys, fighting exhaustion
With dreams of comfort
As I cracked eggs on the shabby streets
Gulfed them down to beat the starvation
You'd get two for five bucks
The cosy calories in the little snack
To get you through the grind
Insulate you on bleak winters
All memories I left behind
Once I discovered I had wings.
And so I flew away to the wilderness
Sacrificed my corrupt list of wishes
To make a nest of sparkling emptiness
Feelings of dread that I cannot suppress
As I cut my losses, pay the price
For honouring my powerlessness
And giving up on the ride
Love or money, accolades or tyranny
Nothing motivates me anymore
To step out of my bubble
It's neither happiness, nor trouble
Only my blank soul rotting away in this filthy rubble.
©unearthly_fool
unearthly_fool
Demons run when a good man goes to war
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Fires dim, hues remain
Crisp winds greet golden harvest
Withering with grace.
©unearthly_fool -
unearthly_fool
56w
Read More#writers #wod
Sir Philip Sidney's Sonnet 1 from 'Astrophil and Stella' is my inspiration for today's piece (in a broad sense).
On the surface, this particular sonnet seems like a run-of-the-mill piece on one-sided love, but it low-key talks about writer's block. The narrator is frustrated over not finding the right words to express his feelings to his beloved. He is overwhelmed and weary. He turns to other authors for inspiration, but they are all strangers to him. He is perhaps also scared of being slighted by the high and the mighty for being a poor creator - all familiar feelings for writers who put their heart and soul into their work. You can check out this sonnet here:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45152/astrophil-and-stella-1-loving-in-truth-and-fain-in-verse-my-love-to-show
But eventually, it is originality that makes every writer stand out. We are all here making sense of everything, and everyone has a unique imprint that is one hundred percent singular to them. I am grateful to everyone who shares what they write. ����
Thank you for reading! ��Truant Pen
My exploding heart
Simultaneously fluttering, soaring, and falling apart
Seeking release in words
For feelings and sensations so diverse
Intangible resources I squandered
In crafting the perfect synthesis
To bare my sparkling soul, my infinite mind
But genius I am not; and I fail to find
The right alliance of lines and design
To justify the pleasure and pain of my kind
But all I do is get lost in haunting rhymes.
I look up to my peers with starry-eyed wonder
Indulge in their dazzling embellished metaphors
Fitting creations for every color and flavor,
Won't it be futile to add my version uncensored?
My cunning cryptic stanzas best left undeciphered,
My wretched frustrations, meaningless blunders.
And yet, ironically, I crave to write
Without an ounce of acknowledgement, I ignite
Squeeze my guts as I hunt for insights
Like a madman materializing fanciful flights
I latch on to words like a deceitful parasite.
But why are these vast pages so empty?
My self esteem, like my promises, just as flimsy
Crippled by the fear of my cynical self-enmity
Victimizing myself with misguided bigotry
Sinking in hesitations as I wait till eternity
To write something of consequence, not self-pity.
Once again, I turn to words for comfort
Odd familiar musings of strangers on the internet
Selflessly sharing love through dancing alphabets
We are all but a dreamy bunch of space cadets!
Giving shape and form to vague mental silhouettes.
So my truant pen - write something, will you?
Get inspired, and stop obsessing over the value!
Replicate your own uniqueness and breakthroughs
Talk about the inflexible snake skin you outgrew
For only you have walked in your own two shoes!
How long will you internalize these woes?
There's enough space for every win and fiasco
Blocks disappear when you have intuition to follow
Go grasp epiphanies before they fade like the rainbow
There's purity in documenting your raw ebb and flow
No judgement here, when we are all blossoming heroes.
Authenticity is a safe space and everyone is a maestro!
©unearthly_fool -
unearthly_fool
56w
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#impermanence #wod
Say you invest more than a decade of your life in something that's doomed for failure. Years of blood, sweat and tears amount to nothing. The impermanence of life hits the hardest when you can think of 100 other rosy things you sacrificed only to sit alone on the trash pile of disappointment and lost hopes that'll keep reminding you of an uneventful youth.
PC Camille PissarroA Gardener's Tears
Nurtured seeds
Eliminated weeds
Waited an eternity
For blooms
But you're a sick fugitive
With wobbly roots
Fleeing from healing
Sponsoring decay
In cahoots
With corrupt soil.
My terminal turmoil.
©unearthly_fool -
unearthly_fool
57w
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#secrets #wod
A lot of us have this conditioning of appearing at our best selves at all times. We cannot afford to fall from grace and that's deeply toxic. Keeping up appearances suffocates your core, and yet you don't have the strength to reveal the scars you'd rather conceal. You want to cry, but breaking down is a luxury. So you get your stoic face on and cake up in layers of pretend. It's an all-consuming chore and all that you're left with is a tired soul feeling alienated and unseen under the burden of secrets that eat you away.
I pray everyone has that sacred safe space where they can embrace their truth and unwind without a care in the world.Glass Castle
Secrets backed by
One hundred reasons
Both logical and emotional
Some guarding pride
Some a sanctuary to hide
Another disappointment.
I'm convinced I'm saving
The ones I love
From shackles of torment
In this glass castle I built
This foundation of shame and guilt.
In hypocrisy I gather
The flowers that wilt
Put them together
Paint them bright and nice
With my champion skills
To lie and fabricate
Weave the elaborate web
To keep up the complex facade.
Look what I made!
The most pretentious sham!
Lost my sanity in this vile trade
But at least I protected my fam
Who keep questioning
In that forever condescending tone
About why my voice falters
And why I speak in monotones.
But there are times I break
Almost utter the truth
But indifference saves my grace
And I'm back to adjusting my face
With ruthless apathy masked in finesse
They see you, but never see YOU
And somehow, that works.
Go on, mock me
For there is dread in my pretend
A lowly grave of deception
The impending ruin in this burden
But when your tears dry
And there's no one to turn to
When you're scarred by the whip
And you're the lone navigator
Of a lost doomed ship
Drifting in the dark storm
You put up the imaginary sails
Pray the wind rolls you home
Secrets and escapism unite
In the dream of a shore and a calmer dawn
Where life is way less derailed
The sacred you, unburdened by the truth
Shall shatter this mutilated glass so stained
And smile and soar again
Like a free bird, triumphing in innocence.
©unearthly_fool -
Gratitude Heals The Deepest Wounds
Caged birds, haunted prisoners
Surrounded by piercing metal bars
Of insecurities and self-doubt
Not a day goes without
Overthinking and sinking
In a sea of traumas
Whipping the soul
Every time it dreams of freedom
Mocking lofty dreams for committing treason
Who am I but an entity so hollow
Worshipping the glitter in this world so shallow
I speak and I fumble
Still manipulate to look humble
My mind deceives me
With terrifying imagery
Of my corrupt heart and murky soul
The loopholes stopping me from feeling whole
But this is enough now, my dear
Look how long we've been in this limbo of fear
Masking scars with sarcasm
Empty, heartwarming poems
Won't heal you
Until you learn to value
Everything you went through
That snapped the puppet from its strings
Made you believe in magical things
The ecstasy in new beginnings
Where gratitude melts the rusting iron,
Sets you free on formidable wings
Your are your own inspiration
Of miracles and blessings
For purity blooms in good intentions
And aspiring humanity is the one religion
Bringing colors to creation
Initiating paradise in paradoxical lands
From a place of love
Truth, faith, service
Altruism
And unadulterated hope.
©unearthly_fool -
your essence must fade
in tears I summon heartache
as I pledge to banish you
©unearthly_fool -
Soiled Roots, Golden Truths
Reckless, penniless
Off you go,
Make a fortune out of your miseries
The heritage of lost opportunities
Won't stop you now.
Mama's endless tears, daddy's hurt pride,
They were but two kids
Aching for acceptance in this turbulent ride.
Not one for glossing over the truth
But the truth is I see your pain
I see how terror invaded reason
A few salvaged stolen smiles are all that remain
After sowing seeds of intolerance,
Nurturing them with disdain
Fear fertilizers, scorching rays of pretend
Trees of self-doubt sprouting in filth
Bitter fruits growing from flowers that wilt
Pulsating with poison, hiding in guilt.
'Don't make the same mistakes I did'
The melancholic tree directs the fruit -
'Go flourish into something sweeter.'
But the fruit seeks validation in its roots
Purity and innocence despite the disputes
A sense of purpose in mundane pursuits
A glimmer of hope to call a truce.
The fruit would love to decay
Rebel and wither away
And still smirk to call it redemption.
So the tree gracefully bends in wisdom
Soaked in altruistic love,
Reveals pathways to multiple destinations.
'Tread along, be fearless, claim your narrative
Shaky beginnings don't have to be bad endings.
This heritage lies in your authenticity
The past makes you immune to instability
The strength in your core your true security
So dear child, do honor our struggles with dignity
Our battered souls will always gleam
As the selfless part of everything you do
As you turn these nightmares into pastel dreams.
So go cleanse your rare untainted self,
It's metamorphosis, not compromise
Rise above these haunting feelings,
For bitter fruits aren't poison,
But genesis of healing.'
©unearthly_fool -
unearthly_fool
57w
Haunted Healing
Massive structures, sirens and shiny floors
Chaos of disease past these bustling doors
The omnipresent artificial fragrance
Of triggering antiseptics and disinfectants
Masking the stench of decay
Putrid bodily fluids and fecal waste
Hidden in chambers across hallways
Get too close and you'll lose all defenses
The pungent infection invading your senses
The wicked smell of cells so cancerous,
Chemo urine wrecking havoc so treacherous.
Gag at the foul trickery of digested blood
Failing organs the olfactory reminder of death
From fervent prayers to losing faith,
Everything reeks of fear and desolation.
But take a turn and you'll find life again
Newborns bringing in hope like spring
The smiles outside the operation theaters
Smells like relief of walking away from disasters.
From black tarry stools to scented diapers
Sniffing all shades of mortals in this tense atmosphere
Unnerving, overwhelming, the transitory creation
Fighting till we drop for a whiff of oxygen.
The brave ones push through the maddening odors
No sensory excuses for these uniformed warriors.
Numbing emotions like a stoic and always hustling,
For they are the ones burdened to be the saviors,
In this world so stinking and the humanity dying,
What are the real horrors that haunt the healers?
©unearthly_fool -
unearthly_fool
57w
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#life #wod
What if someone comes and tells you that your life holds no promise at all? That you'll always be stuck in mediocrity and you're bound to suffer forever no matter what you do. You'll earn but only this much, you'll settle in the name of love, and there would never be any worthy acknowledgement for anything that you do.
When we get older, dreams seem more and more absurd, and accepting mediocrity becomes the practical choice.
This poem is dedicated to everyone who's still trying against all odds. There's nothing disgraceful about being stuck in a bad place as long as you don't let yourself rot. If sweet lotus can get its act together, you can too! Whatever revives you is sacred!Reviving The Silenced
Life throws you in a disgraceful swamp
Promises you nothing,
Submerges you in layers of mud
Yet wants you to bloom without backing
Everyone around you is nestled and nurtured
Sheltered by solid base and robust structures
And here you are, neglected and unseen
Feeling like trash in your world so unclean.
You are never going to be smart or pretty
Why not let the dirt consume you?
It's not self-sabotage,
But submission and surrender
Why carry on when you're bound to doom?
No opportunities knocking at your door,
Fancy dreams don't suit the fallen and the poor.
Look at you, born with no tangible talent,
How long will you call this sham 'material detachment'?
You're either too naive to acknowledge your squalor
Or shameless enough to live on in the murky water.
But you don't give up, oh you never did!
You are placed here for a reason
And you keep punching the thick stubborn walls
To break out of your symbolic dormant prison.
The barriers of stagnancy, death and decay,
Will bow down as you emerge in perfect symmetry,
Unfolding new beginnings under the light of truth
Staying grounded in the authenticity of your roots.
Your will to live, survive and thrive in unsullied dignity
The enlightening aura in your hard-earned wisdom
It's baffling how you manage to sparkle in divine purity
Rare miracle of life in your renewal and resurrection!
The weak ones give up when they get stuck,
But true warriors find sanctuary in the muck,
Rise up in glory after centuries of retreat
The unwavering faith to not accept defeat,
The spirit of the lotus powering your veins unstained,
So pick yourself up and write your grand eternal legend!
©unearthly_fool
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Stars And Scars
I've seen how stars lose their shine,
At the death of dawn, how they choose a dark define. Similar to my ephemeral anecdotes that shine way more than the rest of the life, when I perpetually confront my fears and desires to avert them. But there are secrets disguised behind, that I don't speak of. After all, to shine means to burn bright and to burn bright is still a harder fight. There are secrets surviving at the core of my flame, having a truck with each of my embers, and dying with them are the ounces of my audacity. Sometimes, I guess, it's way more easier to suffer in silence than having people reciting their pristine and golden urge to be positive, without knowing what it really costs. I see my nights go in vain, embellishing my lashes with thorns and my desires with despair. I guess, living life is more than just being alive and it's still paradoxical how we make attempts all our life just to live this very own life. Yet again, I see stars losing their shine. At the death of dawn, choosing a dark define. The way they burn bright leaving no ashes behind. Well, there exists secrets, too dark to be crystallized!
©Teesha_Varlani -
_iram_
57w
Read MoreThis world is hidden beneath mask
Outside it's beautiful but inside dark
Full of fakeness and cruelty
It always shows the duality
Like your existence fades away slowly
Indulging yourself in this world wholly
This mask is real hard to remove
Can shattered your soul and kill your muse
Beware of the one who wears mask
Because they can break your life apart
Hidden deeply inside the strong shell
They won't reveal their real face of hell
You can find them at every phase of life
Be on guard to protect your good side
May 30, 2021
@mirakee @writersnetwork
@fromwitchpen
#secrets #wod #pod
Thank you so much @writersnetwork��©_iram_
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sayuriii
57w
Read MoreOf things that shouldn't be secrets but somehow are :")
#secrets #wod
#rings_of_saturn
#yuri_n_poemsCold showers
hide the secrets
of open scars
rusty, bloodshot eyes,
bleeding charcoal tears,
when both city lights,
and the dancing demons
of thanatophobia,
suffocate us the same.
Colour blind eyes,
see the monochrome
painting of pain,
amidst which hide a thousand,
a thousand shades of grey.
Dilapidated veins,
bursting arteries,
paint ceramic walls,
with crimson hues.
Hiding behind,
shrill sirens and
mild cries,
are the corpses of guilt,
building empires.
But,
we're friends with fear,
and we're the children of catastrophes,
so what may stop,
the blood rushing out of our heart?
And as long as,
morphine murders our brains,
and morning erases all pains,
it'll all be a secret,
it'll all, be a lie.
©sayuriii_ -
sleepingbug
132w
Heart
Sinking and squeezing
Yet it's still pounding
Emotions wrapped and locked
Like a heavy luggage
Pushing and pulling
All the nerves
But still pretending to be brave
Even though being at its most petrified state
Feeling of Desolation
Exploding like Chernobyl
Cravings and urges
Even though senses are dazed
How will this even pass?
It being able to retreat
Into the feeling of "Benovelence and peace". -
daffodilpearlzz
57w
Read More@life_versified Medha, Welcome back ❤️❤️ I was whole-heartedly waiting for you ��❤️
#memories #secrets #DMCE #mirakeeworldD A N C E O F M E M O R I E S
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Beneath the roofs
of fatigued past
there's a favela crowded
with haunted volumes
of despair.
On the tender carpus
of an ambitious future
they draw lines;
maimed lines of failures.
Within the loophole of time,
as a lame poet
slaved to blind poetry
I vanquished my own self
not once.
There are sundry
skeletons in the closet
which now are refrains
in the elegies
written as pearls
dripping melancholy
on the torn fabric of life
staining 'em with
allegories, encasing hope.
As I fasten
the verses of rangy solitude
in a room of reminiscences
of past, I purposefully
abnegate a sack of memories
which are rotten
but still are roses;
well, some wilt red roses
which unfurl fragrances
of the secrets I hid within
the planktons of the ocean
inside the delicate me.
Each time my dance
surrendered to the tune
of mellifluous memories,
the past tyrannized me.
It made me dance
to the songs of despair
to the taste of failures
to the fragrances of tears
and to the beats
of conundrums.
With each step,
the past warbles secrets
from my memories
on my tympanum.
They hallucinate me
as their waves blow
back-forth through
the auditory canal.
Thereby, I trace
a path along the boulevards
of hardwork and toil
to cut some lines of fate,
to re-draw some others.
Meanwhile, past and
my memories
vouchsafe me with some
tender aches of melodious poesy.
©daffodilpearlzz
Bhavya
Sun 30 May 2021 -
©akshiwrites
The verses of my
poetry carry
camouflaged
scars and alluring
metaphors is all
you observe! -
phoenix_in_ashes
57w
Read MoreLiberation from all concealed accords
To fathom depths beyond control
Few tend to record it all in words
Forming journals behind closed doors,
Keeping it untouched by world
Trying to follow virtues and be reasonable
Cloaking myself with allegories of seasons
Poetic head keeps spinning around vehemence
Printing blueprints for more metaphors
I sense petrichor after raining all emotions
Clandestine cataclysm is all assuaged by silence
With mellow beam on face painting picture,
Felicitous frames freed from fallen frowns
I keep lurking to fulfil my desires in this town,
Populated by musings with perplexing crowd
Feeling temptations from beyond my soul
Some days malignancies make me laugh,
Keeping me bonded with munificence i love
Mostly lost in my own bewildering world,
Trying to envisage days that are yet to come
For this voyage for clairvoyance seems unreal,
Albeit i try to perceive it all in my intuitions
Synchronising all my onerous secrets
It becomes an inseparable facet within this mind
Cautiously ingraining conclusions
For it is not a curse to find tranquility in chaos
Especially when it is unseen and Unheard
Only felt profoundly by this heart
Beating in melodies of own perfection
#secrets #wodMelodies
©phoenix_in_ashes
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_astitva_
57w
Pains from the past were
Buried in a blank bosom
To foster faith in future.
©_astitva_ -
Bliss
Your gleaming pristine
Prevailing dormant serene
From the meadows of pure bliss
©Deepesh_shukla -
she_wrote
57w
What should I become for you?
I thought for a while and then decided what I should become for you.
It began with the thought of being your sunshine reaching to the point of being the river – submerging your queries and unnecessary worries. Should I be the rain pouring at the metal cladded balcony of your house, waiting for you to come out and admire me? Or should I be the breeze comforting your heart on late afternoons when you suddenly realise that it’s been hours since you raised your neck to look at time and you are late for your conference like always? Should I be the folded page of the current read you keep at your bedside to read at night? Or should I be the bottle of wine kept in the cabinet for special times?
What should I become that you take notice of my existence?
After a zillion thoughts I reached on a conclusion and decided to be nothing and everything to you. I would just remain me, the warm person who is made of all the essential five elements you come to at the end of the day. Nothing less, nothing more. Just me to you.
©she_wrote
Kanchan Balodi
