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departure (not clickbait)
hey guys
i genuinely apologize
for being absent for some days now
i was just trying to find myself
amidst the chaos and confusion
miraquill is my first and foremost
i got my start here
and i'm eternally grateful
for all this app has done for me
as far as exposure
as well as introducing me
to very talented poets
(some of them are god-tier!)
but in a person's life
there are seasons
and my season for contributing here
has ran it's course unfortunately
i will still be posting my poetry
but it will be on a different app
called 'poetizer'
on there my handle is the same
just search for 'TheWeepingYanagi' under users
and if you already have an account with them
that's even better!
again, thank you all for supporting me
during my time here!
much love,
yanagi
©yanagi
yanagi
july 22, 1993 - april 9, 2022
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yanagi
17w
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yanagi tree/my origin story
i'm vilified
every
single
fucking
day
i'm treated as if i chose to be this way
the world made me this way
all of you kids bullied me
because i thought like an adult!
all of you adults ridiculed me
and told me to stay in a child's place!
you all left a trauma wound so deep
i put blades within
to see if they could reach the bottom
all these voices both imagined and realistic
whispering words of hate and sabotage
i'm torn
i'm broken
i'm deteriorated.
©yanagi -
born a hero/turned into a villain
is it possible for me
to have been doomed from the very start?
from the moment i had been born into this world
i was destined to prematurely
find my way into a grave
because no one likes me
because everyone wants to drag me down
because they all want me dead
and because of these things
over time
i've become the sort of monster
i feared stayed in my closet or hid under my bed
i've become the sort of monster
they portray in horror movies
and i just want to murder myself.
©yanagi -
holding on to imagined sanity/starting again
i live in a reality that rejects itself
a reality where colors murder
those they captivate for a high
they themselves
refuse to explain
and me;
an abstract soul watching intently
with everything that i come into contact with
because everything i touch
rots.
©yanagi -
not all fire is created/to be beautiful
whatever remains of me is unmoving
after i became the fire
the fire of pain
the fire of anger
the fire of isolation
the fire of suicide
i became the fire that burned down the entire world
just because i wanted to.
©yanagi -
i could be god/just slightly better
my ears echo with the revulsion of the world
and sends reverberations through my bones
is this why i'm so methodically detached
from everyone and everything?
have i truly made the entire world suffer
due to the ignorance of a few?
then call me god
because just like we're suffering their sins
there are those who did absolutely nothing to me
who have to suffer as well.
©yanagi -
21 club/do they have open membership?
defile my grave
if you love me
defile my grave
if you dare
no lightning will strike you
if you stand right there
because god doesn't like me
because god doesn't care
sometimes i wonder why i'm alive
what the hell am i doing here?
i just want to see the northern lights
before i cut my own out
i'll die at 21
does anyone
think i'm saying this for clout?
well let's find out!
©yanagi -
my depression wants to victimize me/the perspective
my eyes terrify her
but she can't help not looking away
while she'll never openly say
that being a victim isn't what she wants
she knows what i know
but her pride won't allow her to admit it;
she doesn't have a choice
she doesn't get to choose
she wants to run
as she feels me stalking her mind
well
then
run
run as far away as your legs can possibly take you
for when i catch you i will surely take you
to places you've always wanted to go
deep down in your pretty guts
you've always wanted to be ripped into pieces
you've always wanted to be torn into shreds
mauled
bitten
dismembered
i will scour this city until i hunt you down
until i make you believe me
until i make you believe in me
until i make you mine.
©yanagi -
demonic butterflies/angelic moths
look at me
relishing the thoughts of my downfall
floating around in my mind
like demonic butterflies and angelic moths
i can't banish them
i don't know how to banish them
i won't banish them
the vital gear inside of me
producing that will to persevere
ran it's last course long ago
and in a terrifying way
i've enjoyed it.
©yanagi -
undesirable girl/becomes missing
someone could come for me
rationale tells me this
it screams it at me
but my anxiety tells quite a different story
convincing me in more than one way
that i'll never be desired
beyond this scarred and burned flesh
for pleasure
for lust
not promise
nor 'us'
and i've always felt it
that eternal isolation hanging over me
an uncomfortable fog that leaves me powerless.
©yanagi
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kefi_kat
17w
Read More~Nighted Athymy~
When I close my eyes
My frail heart sinks
Into the pits of eternal dolor
Of heartbreak & nostalgia
Lost in a spell
Under the dreading
Nocturnal monotones.
©kefi_kat
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Glossary:
Dolor: deep sorrow/distress
Nocturnal: nightly
Nighted: overtaken by night /darkness
Athymy: melancholy/grief
Words: Fear, Fight, Frail
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[I'll be away for a while & won't be able to stay active as much.
Though, I look forward to come back soon and read your impeccable writes❣️ - you can tag me too, so that I don't miss ��✨]
#two #wod #pod #ceesreposts
@miraquill @writersnetworkNighted Athymy
When I close my eyes
My frail heart sinks
Into the pits of eternal dolor
Of heartbreak & nostalgia
Lost in a spell
Under the dreading
Nocturnal monotones.
©kefi_kat -
pallavi4
18w
Read More26th of February, 2022
Thank you so much for EC @miraquill !
#wod #love #shoes #funny_poems #ode #love_at_first_sight @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill #pallavi_editors_choiceLove at first sight
I fell in love with you long ago
A love that’s lasted through space and time
Your leathery smell makes me weak at the knees
So does your leathery gleaming shine
I love way you make me feel tall
God knows I need that boost —
I love the way I feel when I have you on
For years under your spell I’ve lived seduced
Your shiny belts and buckles combine
To make you a piece of art
The money I’ve spent in this lifetime on you —
No one would mistaken me for being smart
Long has lived my one sided love affair with you
Not that the difference you would ever know
So help me god and break this spell
Instead of shoes , help me find a beau
©pallavi4 -
tmdisarro
19w
Read MorePIERCED
Pierced by those we know as precious
More than often through the spine
Arrows dipped in ink most vicious
Kill the same as poisoned wine
Falling headfirst into paper
Tears flow as poetic streams
Drowning slowly in confusion
Trying to resurrect your dreams
Pierced by love we die in silence
Buried in the choices made
Words may slay as acts of violence
Cursed by what we fail to say
©2022 TM DiSarroPIERCED
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TM DiSarro -
asjthewriter
17w
Bedtime Story
The senses must be out of tune.
Two eyes have trouble letting go.
So does a heart.
So does a lung.
So does a widow.
So does a mind without understanding.
A prayer was said from out of the blue,
"Dear life, be merciful and kind."
Spoken aloud, just like a child.
Poured into palms, touching the face,
Marking the forehead, grazing the eyes.
Memory's electric, doubled, timing
swayed to the side with mop and bucket.
Deep, metronome vibes. A slowing dance.
Each pass, a chance to get it right.
Some press reset. Put down a towel,
Revealing faith with smoke and water.
Show me then, now, what it must be.
Scenes in the mirror of the morning,
Just as the blacksmith strikes the iron,
Just as the chef picks out the fruit,
Just as the musician goes legit,
The child nods off...
Just as the homemaker turns the soup,
An apology, for getting lost
©asj -
Incompetency
My words are incompetent compared to my feelings.and that is just not fair!
©rachanatiwari -
Out of my fear of losing you I ended up breaking you
©mangowrites -
The comfortable silence.
I'd share a second. I'd share a minute.I'd be the one lingering around in your senses. I'd be the taste that you'll remember after drinking the scotch that's been sleeping for an year in your father's old cabinet. I'd be the silence that won"t frustrate you on days when others force you to crave for loudness. I'd be the language that your lips mumble.
I'd be the silence that'll make you feel at home. I'd be the silence that corrupts you and runs after you to pull you back into the territory of home when the noises will push you into the pit of loneliness.I'd be the silence after a fight and before a random kiss.
©dusky_dawn -
Introspection
I usually write✏ about myself,
Because that's where I spend my most of the time.
©divya_sharma__ -
snoopy_001
18w
To The Only One Who Stood By Me
Take a bow you big beautiful,
with legs as shiny as that, as soft
and as silky as heavenly wine.
Your tender breasts, firm under
the touch of my lips:
I lick, then bite and know
you're meant only for me.
And when we're alone,
I touch your wings, serving
your hot soul while you plate
on the dining table.
The fragrance rolling over you
that seeps into you through
the cracks I make, fill me inside.
Rich as the spice markets
through the gullies of which we ran.
Many times I've cheated on her
with you and you alone,
my self-respect I've shed,
pride swallowed,
but found little regret.
Gods worked those grains
Rivers irrigated the fields
and so within wars of men
transpired through history
brought you to me;
Biryani…my holiest sin.
©snoopy_001 -
snoopy_001
23w
Maybe we'll meet at the Hashr
or more likely under the roots of a Mahua tree;
it expands from your river to my burial seat
or maybe in the gut of a crocodile
when it eats that zebra
which, before licking the turbid water,
ate the mossy grass
that flows the expansive field where
my bones turn to minerals
and the remaining flesh now
nurtures the budding memories of some other
©snoopy_001
