Mirakee
And I can feel ten knives stabbed in my guts
For me to pour out like clouds tonight.
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ariel_writes
22w
Read MoreDear soulmate..
Do you exist? Do you live in this city? Or the next? In this country? In this universe? In this dimension or another? Inconsiderate of where you are if fate puts us at same place , will zephyr tie our red nodes in that tiny moment. Or your presence will turn my tongue sour? Will every inch of epidermis burn with blues that flow in my nerves? Since I despise everything about me and you are everything about me.
I wonder if you too feel involuntary pain, sadness or sudden rush of tears without reason? And then a tiny voice gasps and murmurs its your soulmate ? Felt that gush of happiness which I rarely feel when my father embrace me? The fear of abandonment, when I desperatly dig my claws in that last inch of hope. Do you feel my existence?
Who are you? The brown eyes ,cute smile and curly hair guy who I liked alot in middle school? Or the one who pulled me out of trouble everytime in high school? Or you were my first heart break? Or we are yet to meet..? Anyway I'm no Aricia, I'm that masochist warrior who is scared. I wear sad smile with baggy clothes and my eyes long for skies.
I never wrote for you. You were always a last wish of mine that never made its way out from my mind. You were kept behind a door called "high expectations " and I never had enough courage to open it but right now when I peek through it, it's beautiful and yet childish. I want to know your thoughts about "soulmates" and make chain of beads of your thoughts so that I can tie it around my heart for it to know boundaries.
Does the weight of anxiety crush you and make nights unbearable? Your wrists itch for new cuts to serve as distraction for pain? Do you often beg this universe to make it a little easier on you? Have you grown up too early? Are you fragile like my heart ? Or you fall beautifully like cherry blossom? Do you look for reassurance if someone will be there for you? Then don't worry, I will be there on other end of this.
Life is being a great joke right now. Waking up in morning is like being forcefully pulled into warzone.Everyday is a new pain and not a soul to share with. So where are you mate? Your mate needs you. I have damaged myself at an alarming rate. That one wish to meet you might stay in box of unfulfilled wishes , which is already very heavy.
I have been a rock for too long . But now there are cracks in this stone. Emotions seeped through and turned it fragile.Now the sand of it have asked winds for new home. With every moment slipping away, I'm afraid you might just remain one of my vague wish. So before next tides wash me away , I hope you find my adobe.
-blue.synchronicity
Post 111, you are special.��
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@veloc1ty_ Thank you for reassuring me that this isn't lame ����.
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ariel_writes
24w
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I hope you all are doing well. ��
Will be writing soon... (:
(and reading too ^^)I wonder if I still breathe
In verses of your poetry
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No one never really dies ,they keep breathing between memories.
-Ariel -
ariel_writes
28w
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Time was running out and my vision started to get blurry . I had to save Dad, I couldn't let him die!
"BEEP, BEEP, BEEP"
what's this noise? No, I couldn't be distracted. I knocked my mom with a wooden piece and ran as fast as I could.
"BEEPPP, BEEPPP"
I saw dad , his face drowned in blood ..
"BEEPPPPPPPPP"
"DAD!!!"
I wake up with my head spinning . It took me a moment to realize that I stink of medicines and I'm in hospital.
I hear the footsteps of my mother outside the room, how can I forget that sound. Her footsteps are disrupted by the voice of a man who is dressed as lawyer.
"Since It's been two years Mr William Smith is dead and the reason of his death is unknown . Finally investigation has stopped. So now you have the full custody of Abarrane"
My mother gave him a warm smile and as she enter room, a guy dash into her and run towards me, hugs me tightly and asks, "Remember me.. I'm Alec..its been two years since you were in coma"
I nod my head and as I try to tell him that my mother killed my father, none words come out of my chapped lips. I clench my hands in anger. I try to speak again and I cannot. I try yet again and fail.
I look at mom, she smirks behind Alec. My heart crushes and tear droplets make their way through my eyes. Mom runs to me , holds my hand with sadness,"Abarren sweetheart, mom is so sorry to tell you that you can never speak again."
My whole world just shattered in numerous pieces-
*THE END*
-blue.synchronicity
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@_aesthete_ Mihiiiiii ,our whole team is so so glad that you came up with this challenge and we all could write together. We all just cannot THANK YOU ENOUGH. We had such a great time writing together and it was all because of YOU .
WE LOVE YOU MIHI. ��
#ccc_eo_chall
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ariel_writes
28w
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I noticed an unusual outrage in her voice, it seems like she had done a quarrel lately. I went down and sat on my chair. The dinner was already served, there was piquant Lentil Soup and my favorite ambrosial Vegetable Lasagna. Mom was a little engaged in official work as she got an urgent call from one of her clients, and dad was not at home. I didn't want to eat alone so I threw my food in the outside dustbin and gone upstairs to sleep.
As usual, before sleeping I took up my journal, the pen of dad, and wrote about the loneliness that I was feeling. It always felt somewhat good after scribbling down the whole mess of my nous on paper, maybe because of my connection with poems, or maybe with my dad and his pen? I was utterly lost in my thoughts then abruptly I heard some noise coming from the basement. I was prying to know who was there, so I went outside nonchalantly?
It was my dad and he was fighting with mom. I heard both of them screaming about something related to Divorce and my custody. Suddenly the air feels too short to breathe, it started strangling me and the tears started oozing out of my eyes. Afraid of mom I rushed to my room hastily and laid down on my bed, sobbing alone hiding under the blanket. It had been three hours I was crying, the time was almost 1:30 AM and somebody opened the door-
-jerry_21
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Catch up next part at @mr_lucifer or under the above hashtag.
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She is embraced by skies, decorated with stars and moon blushes at her smiles.
-She who doesn't belong to this universe. -
ariel_writes
28w
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Mourning the Alive
In a dungeon I hid all
the fragments of memories .
I held to the bond of forever .
I withered waiting ,leaves wilted
And my stories rusted which
I jotted together to narrate (to you) .
Thee letters I preserved and
Hid your tears in my heart.
To keep your sins secret
I bite my tongue every second.
Your smile is a false illusion
And I'm amazed how they fall for it.
You never kept your words,
I was always second and
You first and yet you lied
To world to have my back.
You welcomed World in
Your heart and I made
Walls to keep others afar.
I breath the smoke of our
Hollow (maybe) love, which on
surface bloomed like waterlily.
This relationship suffers coma ;
Dead inside, alive to the world.
And I, unaware miss the sufferer .
-blue.synchronicity
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Dedicated to someone who is/was really close to my heart.
#fridayfun @mirakee
@writersnetwork Thank you so much for the repost,
Means alot.. ♡
@yena tagging you as promised, read it whenever you comeback.(:
@thesunshineloves Thank you for waiting.
@tengoku tagging you cause YOU MATTER.Mourning the Alive
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ariel_writes
30w
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when I meet my distant friend
Sleep , her stay is bijou.
Feet pushes me towards
the couch, which with its
Huge arms is ready to soak
all the stress I have been
Breathing in.
As I stare aimlessly on
Ceiling fan, I gather all
Cushions to feel less Of
a loner . As I restlessly
keep scratching the surface
Couch silently bears the
burden of agony.
All my thoughts makes home
In this couch as I tardily
start painting skies grey
And bluish with no white.
Under the crises of
Midnight rants, we play
the melody of 90's.
We both see the days passing
And yet it holds me with same
comfort each time, in disgust,
Anger , fear or joy . All
Got best of what it
could provide .
As learnt to not put heart in
people and places ,
I began to adore
this precious
Furniture.
-blue.synchronicity
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@mirakee @writersnetwork
#furniture•Anthropomorphism•
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asphodel_
18w
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Happy to say, yes I'll welcome 2021 with a new look.
I've moved on.
(I hope you read it xD)
You = the person I'm pointing knows well.
Bye bye to 'YOU'.10 De-c-(ember) 20/20
♡ Some few more countable days to end the year with dual power of ten.
I beguile with numbers owing my life
but I never wish to understand them.
"Yes, I wish to end this leap year today".
Not an obdurate vision since it's still incomplete.
The funeral of this particular year
is going to offer me a collection of vintage memories,
even though I refuse to hold them.
We do mourn over the loss of sanguinary of the years
despite despising the days it gifted,...nothing new,
we're sapiens with the huge power of
self-consciousness... we own to do that.
Might be a CoiNciDencE:
the whole world is screaming about the dreadful effects of pandemic,
portraying it a natural disaster.
But ik it somewhere, it's all intentional.
I was never a poet
but the cologne of regrets
made me atone through the ink.
How come the blue's were so warm,
it made the whole world pale
with the demon in me.
Maybe it was destined to
or I tried creating new fate of mine
but the dead year had turned my life
not just upside down.
It has changed the axis of rotation,
angle of inclination,
the space clock, seasons
and everything that my little earth once owned.
It wasn't that devastating
to look my world destroying
in front of my eyes
since I was an idle unaware of the things happening.
I tried to bump my head but it was too late.
Everything was shattered in a way
it couldn't be revived again.
Perhaps the world would never
witness a sixth mass extinction
coz it existed just for
my speck of earth and
the life there is extinct.
Every emotion, aim, smile, moment, relation and life
existing there had disappeared for great reasons.
Life breathing there was me, right?
I'm dead for sure
but my respiration rate is still normal
with the heart pumping normally.
I'm homeless for now
and the nomad under my skin
is flinching for a new abode.
A home - not so weak to tumble down with my screams.
Not just the roof over my head
but the attire I'm wearing needs to be buried.
I want to burn the old bruises on the funeral day of this year
to bring back a new shine.
The one gleaming the self acceptance and self love sustaining inside me.
Not so big but yes, a bucket list would be a floral gift.
The traits of new born in me will sprinkle for good sorts. I'll be free to fly without the clouds pouring any heap.
There would be just me and me.
UNWRAPPING A BUCKET LIST
● Baby, you need not fear stepping in with the flaws you have. Everyone will pinch you, since they are jobless. (IGNORE )
● You need not worry about the way you look, you have a good heart instead. Stop being low for so little row.
● You need not hide the true you, since you are living the life you own. Stop fooling yourself for the things you never owned.
● Wear that short dress in your wardrobe if you really want. Let others call you characterless, since you already are. (ironic : you are already judged by people, let them fuck their ass with the same)
● Stop running from things in the fear of losing them. Coz this way you'll lose everything you deserve to own.
● Start smiling, it's free of cost.
● Just move on with good vibes, everything and everyone is gone.
● Stop acting classy, since you are dumbo acting it. Be as simple as you're, there is nothing to be ashamed of it.
● Start seeing the good around you, and leave the dark room.
(since I pity you seeing in such state everyday. ILY and want you to love me the same way)
● Stop welcoming shit in your mind and life, if you can't hold it.
● Last, start crying. You need it, right?
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worddrug
18w
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I felt like a computer without an output device
A blank face and dried eyes like a deserted premise
Trying to let go off the reminisces of every sacrifice
I entered my grave witnesseth of humanity's demise
Compassion shed tears as it watched me strive
But no one came forward to take me out alive
Comes off as even if they had any odds to revive
They'd never want to see me conquer and thrive
To disfigure my clitoris, necrophiles were so keen
Placating the rage that swelled ever since sixteen
They raped my corpse & suck my honour all clean
Served on the concrete, I was an exquisite cuisine
My soul stood aside to notice the vengeance
I had to pay for my hatred towards their pretence
Cackling hard as they all impose a penance
As it begged to leave me for the sake of heavens
©worddrug
Picture source: Pinterest.
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worddrug
18w
Why do people leave?
When the bond becomes binding, we sometimes feel like running away.
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moon_child01
19w
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You are not lonely. You are just going with me to the next level where most people can't even go. I know your effort. I trust you.
~The Cosmos
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bouncy
19w
Read MoreI have a different kind of connection with you, a spark that I haven't felt with any of my crush. Talking to you feels like being under a warm blanket on cold nights. I don't know what's it about you, but you make everything less chaotic and lively. You bring out the kid in me, which I've buried deep in my heart so safe that no one or even I could never reach it. But you made it easy. I don't feel embarrassed or ashamed of being silly, amatuer or whoever I wanted myself to be. I find you so cute when you are frustrated and yell on some random people. May be it sounds little weird, but I feel your presence listening to your playlist, every evening walking across the road under the streetlights.
Somedays I can't stop thinking about you but the other days i think why am I wasting my time even though I can't see any future together. Well! I'm hopeless. One part of me wants to think about you and the other part regrets doing that. End of the day, your thoughts make me feel alive and fall asleep with a mischievous smile on my face or can I say, I blush thinking of those rare midnight conversations we hold?
Why is all of my thoughts so pure about us? I don't know. All I can ever think of is how perfectly weird couple we could be and how much of cute byproduct we could together creat. I think of disturbing you when you are busy cooking in the kitchen and playing who-completes-first sort of games with food, because of the fact that we both are foodies.
May be, I loved living in my own little world, and so I never had any rush to confess about my feelings for you. I won't, probably never. Or perhaps, I might tell you the day I'm completely over you, because then it would be all about past and makes it easier for me. But the question here to myself is, can I get over you? If I did, then probably because it's just crush. What If I can't? And this thought scares the shit outta me.
I don't know if all these feelings are temporary or permanent but I loved them. So, I'll keep writing every now and then about you but will never show them until unless I get over you.
©bouncy
#bb_luvzu
NOT MIRAKEEAN.
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veloc1ty_
19w
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a piece she hanged upside down gave the wrong kind of impression to the myriads of eyes gazing around. they saw that piece and gifted it a significance while her intentions were just to express her annoyance over not finding what she seeked for. they cheered upon it, fancied it while she left her stance and her brush, not before painting a frown over her lips. putting smiles on display, the viewers gave her all the praises while she smirked at their inability of perceiving things the right way.
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sse7enn
20w
Read Morea warm night
and couple of cigarettes
just you and me
and no regrets
a warm night
us holding hands
vowing each other
to stick till the end
a warm night
and a clear sky
we hugged each other
and took a sigh
from a warm night
to this cold one
from the two of us
to just one
LIFE HAPPENED..
