"bloom in the ice" is another old poem here on Mirakee which I remade! I do desire to remake more of my old poems soon, and I also want to read everyone's posts, but I cannot find the proper time right now due to ongoing projects.
Inactive once again :] So today is gonna be ONE year since I first started in Mirakee. Wow! Time flew by fast... I made so much friends here and I made sooo much poetry that I am proud of (I am not deleting them ❤)
I gotta say, the app changed quite a bit, but I am still grateful to this app and the community, for if I have never stepped on this wonderful land, I would've always been in my solitary bubble.
Anyway, here are some of the great lines that I have made (not all are included tho...)
I am still busy today! Honestly I cannot srite with all this homework! Have a great day everyone ❤❤❤
A similar one to my last post, except this is more focused on a general scale. (Still busy ♡) Happy Women's Day ❤
CERULEANS OF FREEDOM
Where are you, dear shards Weaved into a promiscuous showpiece, Who have strayed past the rigor Of the double-faced conquerors Of power? Ever if you Are not so worthy to Another frame's standards, Are you still considered HUMAN?
Having blotches and scars stroked On the silky, utopian skin, and Flowers inundating the cyan oceans In our heads, are we still always Humans born with organs, Abstract feelings and RIGHTS.
Are you still walking On the rusty spikes and Splinters of a retrograde platform, Constantly avoiding them For no end? Will you remain Biddable to be in the same room You have been filled with the Choking, flowery phrases, And bound by the endless RHYMES?
Find your light! It is your right to find Your own happiness amid the tempests. Are you no longer a human... When you wear the skin Most despised? When you wear your clothings Most abhorred? When you wear your identity Most detested? By the everlasting ego of a supremacist Nurturing his fracture no less Than standing high amongst the "LOWEST".
Do you really desire for a change? Have you now decided to break free From the chains of rigor and fly high Once more in the ceruleans of FREEDOM?
(The chastushka is in the bg. Have a peaceful day/night ♡)
IT IS BUT YOU
O great minstrel of the Stygian world! Abiding in the mossy crevices Of cobblestone paths cease not Your mighty words to Emanate in the reigns of no sun And of no God.
Yet his calendar stating "December" on a quaint March night Aches the nerves of Endless streams of movies, blasting A maelstrom of angry standards. Despite their razing, raspy rhythms, Echoing as the tsunamis of A quiet river, it concludes nothing But a pen's glory Residing in its own pace.
It is but you! A transient blossom Except a rare angle of Winged metaphors, blind only to The opposers' hurricane. It is Merely you, a stranded man Who has traversed the rhymes Of the wilted, thorny roses. It is simply you, an expression limited To the mind's deep resonation Of tones feeling lost in its own room. It is purely you, to write Your own destiny amidst the Recurring crests by a force of No God, and heed not in the times Where you would forever be In the tsunamis and hurricanes Dousing and ripping your identity Forever.
I own something do you see? I'm not training for "almost",not quite Or "may be" Each rep,each set,each step To grow myself So,on I fight Me vs me Leaving nothing on filled - only sweat Giving more than my all- No regret Pushing for the day I find The body in the mirror Mirror the one I see in my mind! I own it and I'll never rest! Until I'm better than my best!!
If we have no courage to attempt anything then we live in fear and take no initiatives. Not having courage is directly related to inaction and stagnation in life. Writers can write something along the lines of this notion and explore the relation between life and courage a bit more creatively.