Miraquill
The pinkish hue of the the afternoon sky
The muddy water of the monsoon stream
Miniscule seedlings bursting out their shells
A warm cup of coffee after a tiring day
Woollen socks against my cold feet
Sweet nothings after a scuffle
Withering money plant by the door
Sun kissing your lips instead of me
What do I want?
What more do I want?
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117w
Read MoreI always blamed him for breaking my heart and taking a part of my soul along.
Maybe he did not take it at all. Maybe, just maybe he left a part of his soul with me. His habits, his ideas, his laughter, his jokes. So after he left, I can't get enough of his habits and ideas. His laughter has haunted me for ages now and I half smile at his lame jokes even now. I play his favourite songs, aiming to find him there hopelessly. I can feel him in those subtle moments because he's left behind a part of his soul I'm those very songs. Maybe the portion he left was what he did not need anymore.
Maybe when people leave, it's not that we become incomplete. It's just that we're carrying their pieces around, maybe that's why our hearts feel heavy. We're burdened by the extra baggage that they've left, the discarded portion of their soul. Unless we decide to throw it away, we won't feel lighter. When we throw them away eventually, we'll ultimately be whole again. #love #life #thoughts #diaryPieces
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Deprived
Deprived were those little ones, of food shelter and mostly love.
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121w
The distant crescent,
A well lit city underneath,
Reflections and reflecting emotions,
Me and yellow with a tinge of happiness,
A night it was, what a night it was.
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Enduring him was like accepting pain.
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Being positive doesn't mean eliminating the negatives.
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121w
Onions
Relationships are like onions. No matter how good they are, they cost you your tears. -
The only way we escape reality.
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123w
Living for tomorrow?
Do you remember a day when you lay down without thinking what you probably should be doing?
Do you remember a day when you did not care about yesterday or tomorrow?
Do you remember a day when you only did the things you wanted to do?
Do you remember a day when you did not do a single thing that took a little bit of your sanity?
I open my eyes and see nothing. It has become an irony, I say I hate schedules when my whole life consists of schedules and deadlines. We're preparing to live our best lives tomorrow not knowing what it means to live. What if there comes a day and I get to live but I don't know how to? Or worse, what if it doesn't come at all? -
When it all ended
I honestly don't believe that I'll ever be happy with someone:
Because what I did with you was terrible and karma is looking over us.
Because I won't find no soul who will love and care for me like you did.
Because I have lost the capacity to feel and I just feel my heart hammering against my chest wall with no ounce of love.
Because I'm laying with the guilt of breaking you and I don't know if I'll ever forgive myself for this.
Because I felt you diving in deep and I did nothing to stop you.
Because even if I made no promises, I went along the flow and probably made you expect more.
Because even when I was with you I never let you breathe, there always was this lingering fear that I'd leave.
Because there's nothing I can do to stop this, nothing that'll make you indifferent towards me.
Because probably today I'm the sinner and even if we say all sinners are forgiven, we know they're not.
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pen_and_paper
76w
More than a feeling.
Did you slurp your agony tonight,
right before bed,
half slept half dead.
Did you have the supper,
Or you just looked at it and felt heavy,
Like food was only prepared,
as a ritual to end the day.
Did you see the fog
Or right through it,
Wasn't it foggy this morning as it was before,
Like all your life, weeping,
Sitting on the door.
Did you complete the circle,
started it again,
did you study enough,
to call it a day.
I'm confused, as a cobweb.
But I know, it's the only way.
I remember someone used to smile,
On my weary teary lifestyle,
I'm still the same,
See, things are definitely changed,
I owe Bukowski for some of his advice,
Life's easy when you dive,
I've come this far,
So much without you.
But do tell me.
Did you miss me, when you eat.
Or it was just a ritual,
You often forget before your sleep.
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_smiley_
127w
Are we ever truly Ready?
I see everything.
All around me.
Jubilation.
Sorrows.
Love and laughter.
Grief and tears.
I have a bird's eye view.
Of lives and people.
Watching it all.
Playing out.
Participating.
Not involved.
Now I sit here.
Ruminating.
Turning the words over.
Analysing them.
Empathising.
All bothered.
And then it crashes.
The big question.
Seeing so many people.
At different life stages.
Can I ever imagine?
Being there. In their shoes?
What if.....
I were the next.
To be fired?
To be married off?
To be misrepresented?
To be betrayed?
Will I ever be ready?
To take it in.
To fight it off.
Or even be numb?
To not feel it all.
To live through everything.
Can anyone answer?
Tell me.
That one indicator.
Saying assuredly.
That you, my woman!
Go get 'em!!
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poetryandpauses
129w
Read MoreHow to shatter an introvert's home?
(Fill them till they are empty.)
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You enter in their home
when they are the most
comfortable by themselves,
when they never felt
the need to
let some one in,
you make them believe
there's something missing,
they are not whole,
they lack
love in their life,
their home is not a home
without the
other person,
you go inside
from the front door
when in real,
they never wanted to
welcome you.
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Then,
they'll believe you,
they'll suddenly give
their all to you,
their everything,
their favourite jewels
from heart to soul,
they'll break all the walls,
doors and windows
to let you in
completely in a hope
that you'll be there
to provide shelter,
they'll start living with you,
you'll become their
favourite habit,
they'll get addicted to you,
they'll believe
and trust you
for completing their home,
they'll finally love you
with all their heart
after losing all of them,
they'll give their all to you,
they'll love you insanely.
But then,
you'll realise
their love is too much,
they are too much,
they are too soft
and delicate
to be loved,
you'll say- you never want to hurt them
but despite this all
you'll hurt them to the core,
you'll never give them the love
they deserve,
you'll leave them in pieces,
first from the ventilation,
from the spaces in between the doors,
from the windows,
and finally
you'll leave
not from the one you came
but from the
door
in the back
of their home
and,
and they'll always let you in
because they don't
know how to let someone out,
they can keep only some people
inside,
so they locked their door
in the beginning
as soon as you entered their home,
to prevent themselves
from other people
and they are locked since then
till now,
they don't open for anyone else
but for you,
always.
They don't share much with people,
so they start keeping
everything to themselves,
this is how their home turns into
a baggage so heavy,
they hate letting someone in
but they badly need someone
to come in
to reconstruct
their
torn and worn
home
but they will not be able to.
They'll turn into a helpless being.
You'll break their home
in pieces
and
pieces
they'll still try to 'Not-call it broken'
they'll try their best to
feel complete
and full,
they'll never blame
anyone
for their
broken home
and heart
and this is how
they'll just hurt themselves.
You'll teach them many
lessons
from self-love to self control
but they never wanted to learn those lessons.
You'll tell them, you'll warn them in the beginning but you'll forget,
you'll forget to tell them
about self-love
before breaking their home,
about fixing it all,
about how to bear the loss,
about how to make it look normal,
about how to feel FULL again.
This is how you'll break a introvert's home
and this way,
you don't only break their home
but their faith, trust, belief in
LOVE,
in letting someone else in,
because they now have this
somewhere in their heart that
people only enter your home
just to steal You from yourself,
they only enter to shatter your HOME,
that people can't heal you,
people can't make you,
people can't love you the way you need to be loved,
But they'll teach you the most important
lesson
that is to love yourself,
It's just you and you
who can love yourself totally,
who needs to be taken care of.
It's just you,
who should be given proper
attention
who should be loved
and loved
and it's just you
who can love yourself
the way
you deserve to be loved.
//There comes some people in our life who only teaches us to love ourselves more and more.//
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This is how you successfully break an introvert's home.
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©Sakshi.
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pallavi4
133w
Uncover
There is a strange strength
In the tears that I cry for others
Joining in in their pain
And often providing comfort
There is renewed sense of self
In every little object or project
That I painstakingly, loving build
Often to make another soul happy
There is a proud sense of achievement
When a smile erupts on many faces
On seeing the hundreds of pictures
I click to savour moments
There is revelation of my inner self of sorts
In every poem , every story
I put down on paper sometimes
Because I cannot say the words aloud
There are so many aspects of oneself
That more often than not remain hidden
Sometimes because we don’t want others to know
Sometimes because we’re yet to be discovered
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lovenotes_from_carolyn
136w
Read MoreThe following piece is lovingly dedicated to my youngest son, who is currently living in an unpredictable daily hell, as we await proper diagnosis and treatment for what ails his mind.
Consequently, my loving husband and I are right there in that hell with our son, because that's what it is to be a parent.
You are far stronger than you know son. I just really wish you didn't have to be. ♥️
UNQUIET MIND
by Carolyn Glackin
Chaos and panic
Decidedly manic
Sanity ran out the door
Mind's on a bender
I hereby surrender
I really can't take any more
Distorted delusions
Unwanted intrusions
Taking up space in my head
And a menacing voice
That leaves me no choice
Than to think I'd be better off dead
Wild ideations
With unknown causations
Leave me in doubt of what's real
And I say that I'm fine
But it's merely a line
'Cause I no longer know how I feel
Though it's dark and it's deep
There's no solace in sleep
Now that demons await me at night
Nowadays all my dreams
Start with blood curdling screams
From the moment I turn out the light
My own eyes now deceive me
Though I doubt you'd believe me
If I try to explain what I mean
And the scars on my arm
Bear the truth of self-harm
Done to cope with the horrors I've seen
I'm wired and unfocused
As I head toward psychosis
Reality warped and obscured
As I hide in my room
Filled with terror and doom
Due to the voices I heard
Some call me crazy
While the rest say I'm lazy
But I'm asking you please to be kind
Before you misjudge me
Berate or begrudge me
Come spend one day in my mind.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 11/17/2019
*Title credits go to Kay Redfield Jameson for her novel "The Unquiet Mind," which I read many years ago. All other words (aside from the title) are solely my own.
*The chosen artwork is called "The Scream," by Edvard Munch (circa 1893).
#mirakee #writersnetwork #mentalhealthawareness #moodswings #paranoia #mania #depression #psychosis #grandiosity #fear #hallucinations #anxiety #terror.
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If you have this strange feeling of mending me or sympathizing with me after watching me stressed or sad or anxious or numb or cold or broken everytime, know that your efforts to save me will go in vain or by saving me you might need saving too, there is nothing broken in me that needs mending, there is nothing worth pitying in me that needs your sympathy, this is just my personality trait or disorder and it doesn't need any fixing.
For, I am not broken neither something is dead in me but it is something that lives in me that makes me the way I am.
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That's the thing about hurt, it keeps hurting everyday, it hurts till it makes a home in your body, till it sinks deep into the soul, till it mixes in the blood and runs in the veins, till it becomes a C-O-M-F-O-R-T, till you start acting normal in hurt, till you love getting hurt, till you live with that hurt, till you find that hurt comfortable, till it becomes hard to live without hurt, and then H-u-r-t becomes your C-o-m-f-o-r-t and my dear! That shit's damaging you!
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nocturnal_muse_
138w
I blabbered for an hour, was laughing on my own joke, as usual, that's when he said, "I want to hear you talking."
For the first time, I got frozen by the warmth in someone's eyes.
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wine_mirrors
139w
T.
She is the T
Of my soul's Tsunami;
The silent letter that starts
A tidal wave of emotions,
Crashing down my heart. -
whitewings
139w
Losing someone you deeply love, is a decisive moment in anyone's life. Because in that moment you lose more than just a person. You lose your dreams, hope, innocence... faith in the way this world works. Your ability to trust anyone ever again, to be vulnerable again, to love again... and most of all, you lose the ability to trust your instincts, your emotions, your decisions ever again.
©whitewings
