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neither the hell nor the heavens he stayed,
he never really belonged anywhere
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xyz_asif
7w
my name is the least thing she knows for she wrote about my soul and shadow too
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xyz_asif
7w
he smiled often and then life happened,
now all he knows is Poetry.
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xyz_asif
7w
and when played the feelings of his broken heart it sounded like a melody of an old empty guitar
©xyz_asif -
it's always a pleasure to talk to an overflowing heart, wheather it be with love or just senseless sorrow than an empty heart with no sound in it
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xyz_asif
7w
that stillness of your eyes fascinate me and the pauses between your words echos in my poetry
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xyz_asif
7w
there he stands, aiming stars and galaxies
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xyz_asif
7w
the wordless silence between our eyes speaks of truth that we both wanted to be a lie
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I'm not at war with myself but also I'm not myself
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xyz_asif
7w
and they stopped asking about each others days
©xyz_asif
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penkin
7w
The hot steam of team is lit by the sunset
My breath is enjoying the aromatic breeze
Seeing rain in a long distant cloud
Curtaining the skyscrapers at the other end of my city
Requesting the rain to come here and curtain me too from the world
To add sweetness in my tea and my poetry..
©penkin -
All my life,
I’ve been fighting monsters that were
Never really there.
Now that they are really here,
I can not move a muscle.
©zahrakhadeeja -
battleofminds
7w
Read MoreListen to your #Soul
Talk to #nature and ignore people.
#love #selfcare #selflove #wordporn #chetanpatel #battleofminds #viralposts #instagram #instaquote #writersnetwork #fact #peace #naturelove #instaviral #miraquill #universe #meditationListen to your Soul,
Talk to nature and ignore people.
©battle.ofminds -
nephthys_was_here
7w
Read MoreWalls have ears.
Doors have eyes.
Trees have voices.
Beasts tell lies.
Beware the rain.
Beware the snow.
Beware the man
You think you know.
-Songs of SapphiqueBeware
Beware
Baware... -
In a world
full of love
A poet is
mysterious
feeling of his kingdom
©bemyonly_faithofheart -
A cage without a door,
Dark inside, light outside,
Caged with iron chains,
My hands, heart, mind, feet, soul,
Stuck inside with no way to get out,
Heavy feelings a sign of fear and exhaustion,
Are wondering above the sky,
No tears falling, days are leaving without cry,
Never sensed the dark emotions before,
No way to restore,
The peaceful mind i had before,
You may call it crazy,
But my world is hazy,
With darkness and grey clouds hailing
©impassioned__love -
jeethurnair
7w
I styed in bed
for more than a night,
trying to melt my
frozen tears,
and to ease the
pain in my chest!!
©jeethurnair -
jeethurnair
7w
I ate all the
wilted flowers
and
it's burning me
from inside!
©jeethurnair -
sumiya_ 7w
Let your emotions go , don't accumulate them within you . More you accumulate them, more it will interfere with your peace.
©sumiya_ -
queen_butterfly
12w
Read More#trinet
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.
