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Write a one-liner starting with: A poem begins as....
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A poem begins as the healing replica of the soul❤️
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HIDDEN WINGS ...��
Pillar of boldness,
Impression of Strong,
Rolled up by many
But still can stand upon.
The one who tires up,
Because of folks
The one who act like she doesn't care
Yes, she is the one with a scattered heart whose pieces needs to be repaired.
Being haunted by her past,
She suffered a lot
Yet she is here
An example of firm claws!
But at some days,
She fails.
Needs a shoulder to cry upon
But ends up being alate!
Her dreams high
Her mind of joy
Her wings are hidden
Waiting to be spread and fly!��
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For those who are in need of their own space ❤️��
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READ CAPTION....✨
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Wrath Of Labyrinth ��
Sometimes, amid the ruckus of the world, own spaces fill up the blanks. Fantasized imagination takes up the show and realities gets under the blanket of obliteration.
Quicker motion of the heart-beats gets Trapped and slows down due to the deep anguish present in the cardiac cage, waiting for someone to let it's wings be free for sometime.
The silent scream takes up the role , million things going on inside the head like thunder, lightening and dreadful waves hitting the sea at the same time!
But the pair of large bright eyes like the bowl of kindness, tenderly and gratefully swells the heart in bosom. The curve of the lips, the smirk, leer, grin, silently sobbing, shouts, strengthens the soul up and brings the strength back, grabbing all the tiredness in it.
The sleeping world , the sobbing cry, the silent scream, million thoughts hitting like the oceanic waves, the stumbled step yet the sweetness of the motivating smile fixes it all from outside.
But Inside?? What about that? It makes you hollow, completely different from the outer one. Crying for a break, isolation from this world and everyone, just the smile, cries, screams, soul, mind present....may be that's the thread needed for weaving the stitches of the soul and mind..... THE OWN SPACE WRAPPED IN SOLITUDE❤️
By @ariprakashyap
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Sometimes, things needs to be incomplete...❣️��❣️
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READ CAPTION ❣️
The Eve Blooming Beauty...✨❤️
Like a small bud it comes out...
And by the time flying takes up the blossom, gains every aspect of attention like the bright moon between the billion stars.
Yellow, red, blue, purple....in every possible colour it is.
Blooming in the gaze of people's eyes.
But oops! The Fortunate good days are not forever....and suddenly a day comes when this beauty gets plucked, rolled up by shoes, yet now no one notices it, the lying flower which once so gorgeously bloomed ....
Trapped in the hues of earth, mud, dirt.... struggling with people's steps and feets and finally...
Finally, taking it's last breath, remembering the good, enjoyable clouds Nine days...✨
A good life ending may be...❤️
(PS: Literature and fantasy never seeks for science)������
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finnisam
99w
Doubts
I guess I’m not afraid to die,
Just didn’t think it would end this way.
No one answering the call,
Watching silently as I fall.
I guess I’m not afraid to die,
It just had to end eventually.
In the comforting arms of death
As my breathing slows to my last breath.
Finishing like Christ upon the cross,
Remembering everything I’ve lost,
I suppose it had to end one day.
I suppose that’s why I’m here.
It’s not like I wanted to stay,
But now that it’s getting so near...
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hafeezhmha
100w
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starrdust
100w
Read MoreSome days,
Its okay to let your hair flow with the winds of remorse
And your eyes gleam with agony
And your lips turn down with solitude
And the layers of your clothes fill with dusty times.
Some days its okay to wander around thinking how different life can be.
©starrdust
Drawing: by me")
Oh heavens!! First time in popular section!! This is surreal���� Thankyou so so much @mirakee @writersnetwork for this❤❤
Socha ispe bhi #artquill tag kr dun��
#ceesreposts.
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aanindini
100w
Read MoreSuffering ����
#mirakeeans #mirakee #onlineclasses
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@mirakeeOnline Classes !
It was so much of a break ,
Already fed up with the holidays ,
Swimming in the boredom lake ,
And the whole week felt like Sundays.
Malls , schools , colleges were all closed ,
But imparting education was still a goal !
Then the concept of online classes were proposed,
Which gave us a complete new role .
Wearing school shirt after so long ,
Felt like a free bird was suddenly trapped in a cage,
From dreaming to have a stay in Hongkong,
To sitting at home and writing notes in a page .
And this still continues...................
©aanindini -
poursomeink
100w
Suicide
And
She (suicide) asked her
Why you choose me?
Instead of all the other things?
Your parents, love, relatives, friends,
Your near and dear,
The things you crave,
Did you know what will happen?
After the death
After the death?
Have you the right to break their hearts
By doing your soul and body apart
How you sure, you will get relief?
After this pretentious
Life, you leaved.
©Zoi -
phoenix_luna
100w
Read MoreLike shattered porcelain
In pieces she lays her bed
Haunted by memories
That devoured her being
Pierced by misdids
Society plunged into her identity
Abused and confused
Seeking solace amidst distress
Broken,
She's too bitter to be better
She,
Exercised by travails
Heaved upon her
By unseen clouds of witnesses.
Placed in a lather,
Hoisted by life's petard
Maligned and badgered
Hounded in chaos
Bitter,
She's too broken to be better
Then,
For fear of wilting
She began to blossom
Wherewithal in afore time
She stealthed her reflections
Hitherto embracing refulgent glimmers
Battered yet brazened
Holpened by the flood
Blissful,
She's way better than being broken
Like Jigsaw puzzles
In pieces she wells up strength
Devoid of hell-mories
That besmirched her being
Entrusting her remaining self
Onto the sanctuary of her soul
Bludgeoned yet burgeoned
Blooming in bruises
Beamish,
She's too blessed to be bitter
©phoenix_luna
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thewingedpen
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I took my refuge at a chintz chair near the window. My head was getting dizzy, it always did when I came near a lot of people. Taking a deep breath, I shot a glance around the room. It was quite large but the crowd made it look smaller. Everywhere, people laughed and gossiped, with the occasional clinking of glasses. It was a small get together, and I wouldn't have been here if Chloe didn't force me to. I hardly knew anyone. The room was bustling with a strange concoction of emotions; euphoria, affection, sadness and maybe a little regret. I was lost in my reverie of thoughts when I sensed someone standing in front of me with a tray of glasses. Her eyes had a slightly frosty look about them, her blond locks floating a little in the afternoon breeze. I picked up a glass and shuddered, it was freezing cold.
The call for lunch came and everyone started towards the dining hall. I caught up with Chloe in the hallway.
"So, having a good time, aren't you?" I asked her irritably.
"Yeah, you know, I'm meeting Aunt Stephanie after such a long time!". She was really happy, so I left it at this.
"Well, do you know who that girl is?" I pointed towards the blonde girl who was now guiding people to the hall.
"I reckon she is Mrs. Beckett's niece, Ivy. Never saw her before though." she said.
At that precise moment, we bumped into another one of her long-time-no-see relative, so I hurried ahead before I was also dragged into their conversation.
The dining hall had a high ceiling and a long wooden table was placed in the center of the room. I pulled up a chair and sat with the others. Food was served. The table was lined up with dishes, all of which looked delicious. I ate a few and they tasted fine (I usually don't eat outside). Then after came the dessert. A lady in lime green dress, whom I took to be Mrs. Merriweather, stood up. She announced, "Now, y'all might've met her already, Ivy I mean, she came here a week ago. She's been so sweet to help me out with the arrangements and she also baked the blueberry pie herself!"
Everyone clapped. I took a slice of the pie and ate a spoonful. It tasted a little sweet at first but then it got pungently bitter. As it went down my throat, it settled like a piece of lead. I shivered slightly, it was cold.
I slid off unnoticed as everyone was busy admiring the pie.
I was passing through the hallway when I saw Ivy, sitting on the stairs cross-legged, looking lost as ever. She saw me looking at her and stood up straightening herself. I went up to her.
"Hello, Ivy. I'm Clementine."
"Hello" she said in a monotonous tone. I bored into her eyes.
"Are you alright, Ivy?"
She got startled. "Ye--yeah absolutely. Why'd you ask?"
"It's no use lying to me. I know what has happened."
"No you don't. How can...you know? You c--can't." She eyed me suspiciously.
"You have to let it go...it wasn't your fault that he died." I spoke in a firm tone.
She was positively shaking at this point. "I--I don't know what you're talking about!"
She sat on a stair, sobbing.
I sat down beside her. Patting her head softly, I said, "It's in the past now, dear. You have to move on."
"I can't... I loved him more than my life! I don't have a single grain of hope left with me..." Her eyes swam as she spoke.
"You're wrong here. There is always a little sunshine worth fighting the storm for..."
She looked up. "Tell me, do you believe in magic?"
I held her hand firmly in mine and bored into her eyes once more. A cold stream flushed within me, I felt cold blooded and weak. But the girl's face radiated like sunrise after a long night, eyes sparkling like waves in sunshine. Her dried lips drew up in a smile.
"I don't know how, but I'm feeling a lot better now." She said warmly. "Thank you for talking to me Clementine. It really helped." She paced gleefully towards the dining hall.
Inspite of the cold feeling, I was satisfied. Afterall, this feeling was only going to last one or two hours, but the pleasure of saving a life lasts much longer.
~Shreya
In case you didn't get it (I know I'm a bad at narrating), the narrator of this story has superpower of 'empathy'. She can taste people's emotions by tasting the food they cook. And she can heal other's emotional wounds by extracting them into herself.
P.S- It's my first lame attempt at writing a short-story..
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I meet you at
the shore of my eyes,
where sorrows melt and
break down in rhymes.
where a poet mourns
on the corpse of love
and sings apologies with
moon in the sky above.
I meet you where words die,
at the verge of my lips
which refuse to move across,
still drunk on your kiss.
where lies sleep
on the curve of my smile
and hope murmurs your name
to see you every night.
I meet you where
chaos breathes and solace dies,
between falling stars
and shattered crying skies.
where I still hold your hands
and groon our songs alone,
between pages of memory
and lines you still own.
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It's the doubt of the afterlife that keeps humans from killing themselves right away and cut to the chase.It's the doubt that gives life a purpose!
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wannabecreative
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Read MoreAt this point even I am unsure ki kya likh rhi hu��
#aap_chronology_samjhiye #writersblockasis #nonsensekiparamsima #aajjyadabadehashtagsnhihoge #kyukiphirtumlogpostchhodkarhashtagspadhnebaithnelagjatehoWriter's Blockasis
(The Great Condition of Writer's Block )Writer's Blockasis: "It is the condition characterized by blank mind and the absolute inability to write content over a prolonged duration of time."
Cause: Unknown
Test for identification:
Common trait seen in patients —
Opens mirakee
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Sees awesome posts
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Wants to write something good
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Opens notepad
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Complete emptiness in brain
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Mourns on inability to write
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Opens mirakee
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*R e p e a t*
And the endless cycle just goes on....
for ever.... and ever.... and ever.... and ever......
Symptoms: The symptoms vary from patient to patient. Some may recover within a short period of time.
Chronic condition may lead to frustration, irritability, jealousy towards other writers, creation of illogical, baseless and senseless posts, mental delusion of being funny, etc.
Treatment: Not found yet.
(Ab aapko dawa nhi bas dua bacha sakti h)
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