Miraquill
❄️✨♥️
Rushing through the hour,
Doors and alleys adorned with gourmet flowers.
Violets, Calendula, Salvia and Phlox,
I stand here being utter flummoxed.
A blob of calorie and a bottle of wine;
A dip of tartare sauce and a swig of hot cocoa.
The hypnotic aura is a pure blessing.
The paens,the Psalms and the prayers
sung with a heart so innocent,
and a soul so profound
A reunion, a soireè or a night out,
Forgives the scars and fade it out.
The joviality of a new beginning,
The regret of past mistakes,
Ah! Here comes the Year Ending.
©ash_tha
ash_tha
an extrovert�� bud in the journey to bloom into a flower full of vivid hues��
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ash_tha
135w
Sans Faux
No make-over, no gloss;
I am festooned with the garland of flaws.
No fake lashes, no fake blushes;
I am embellished with veridical scars and bruises.
No high heels, no petite contours;
I am like the Capercaillie in the moor.
I am not laced with bows and faux feathers;
But I am beautified with atrocities and stoicism.
I am the Devil's snare, I live in the wretched lair.
Who made me like this?
That's an unanswered mystical question for you to unearth.
Open your eyes and look out for the reality.
Then you will come upon the stark lethality.
©ash_tha -
~•Perfection is Flawed•~
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ash_tha
137w
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Idea taken from Simon Bolivar's famous lines-also mentioned in Looking for Alaska-
'how will I ever get out of this Labyrinth'....Labyrinth of Doom
What is the Labyrinth?
Is it the journey of birth?
Or is it the secret of death?
Is it being altruistic?
Or is it being inhumanely austere?
Is it the love one receive?
Or is it the hate one gives?
No, it's none of them.
It's the sinister and eerie expedition called 'Suffering'.
©ash_tha -
ash_tha
138w
Disappear
Fleeing in the dark and
Hiding behind the veils
I cried my heart out for you
I lost myself for you
I was the audacious bird
I was the master of the herd
But for you I left, I left to create
to explore, to allude, to love, to serve.
I tried, I tried to be the best,
I tried to beat the rest.
But little did I know that the doleful dove,
The doleful dove was a devious hawk.
Who just wanted to scavenge my soul
rip out my audacity and tear off myself.
©ash_tha -
ash_tha
141w
Every morning, everyday, every night,
As I look in the mirror,
A blank void stares back at me
with a tone so pale, a face so scarred
and with a soul so hollow.
One day I asked her " Who are you?"
She replied with a smirk:
"I am the past, I am the present and I am the future.
I am the time, I am the fate and I am you.
If you destroy me you destroy you.
In this game of Life learn to fight
Or get burned and bid yourself adieu."
©ash_tha -
Always a Fighter
Sirens wailing;
Noises blaring,
From the sins of
nihilistic dark past.
My long lost quest,
My forgotten zest,
Somewhere the sinner still rests.
Hiding behind the veils of slutty time.
Tick tock tick tock
The time itself will mock,
Then again my fallen soldier will rise;
This time surely I will make you pay the price.
©ash_tha -
ash_tha
142w
What happened now?
You talk of sanity and right;
You talk of renaissance and light.
But you wish to be silent and still,
When greedy people thrash and kill.
What happened to your epiphany
did it die down before the uncanny?
Why do humans kill humans?
Is it superficial materiality?
Is it the blatant reality?
Or is it the society's mentality?
©ash_tha -
ash_tha
142w
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Hyperbole though....I know that......but it sounds far from reality. Quite emancipating and oblivious to the outside world.
❤️Dream?❤️
He was pristine
He was entangled and hazy like a mist
I was enchanted
I was dumb
As I moved to touch his pale beauty,
He disappeared like the smoke.
©ash_tha -
Not all rains come to soak your dreams....
Some come to clear the messy dirt from your path.
©ash_tha
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inked___thoughts
141w
Of the man
I wonder why
Men did not think
Of wearing kurtis and pants
When they have their private parts
Almost bulging out
In those 'revealing' formal wears.
I wonder why
Men walk around shirtless
Exposing their chest
With breasts that are little smaller
Than ours.
Isn't there a male version to slut?
I wonder why
The knees of a man, or his leg
Does not look different
To that of a woman's
And still has the privilege of 'exposure'
As if women cover it to avoid tanning!
I wonder why
Men's eyes bulge a little
When they see that ball of fat
On her body.
I know they are cute, but
Sorry! You don't have the right!
I wonder why
Men who sleep with women
Don't enjoy the equivalent address
Of that of a 'prostitute'.
Come on, you need both
For the work to be done.
Or are you a saint?
©inked_thoughts_97 -
lapsiyaishit234
153w
Relationships taste like honey.
But my dear,
It also stings like a bee.
©lapsiyaishit123 -
ghost_poet
186w
I caught a cold
It wasn't from him
It wasn't from her
It was from the suffocating stench of arrogance in the air
It nearly drowned my lungs in futility
It almost poisoned my blood with putrid lies
It all but stopped my heart with vile indignation
Gas masks were pointless
Escape was fruitless
It enveloped the nation
And spread to my weary bones
Nothing but a prayer in my thoughts
Maybe tomorrows dawn will usher in common sense and a cure
Every breath is a coin flip
Longing for that day -
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No relationship is ever a waste of time, if it didn't bring you what you want, it taught you what you didn't want.
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lewis_writes
188w
Dionysus
An idea birthed from dream found meaning in disorder
A fate stolen from hell
Insanity without border
Calamity at hand
Retribution in demand
A stimulus strong offering fulfilment in song
Illuminated pain and a chorus sung
Emotions rife with claim unconscious spiralling begun
Infinite resignation has no case
As those knowledgeable few can never know their place
Nothing is certain, no life without burden
In imperfection there is beauty
A satyrs dance draws no curtain
All will observe an odious display
An unsightly trance of tragedic moral decay
The weak willed turn to run away
The same of those who keep their thoughts and actions infinitely at bay
They will never live as they are already dead
Their thoughts will be screaming
Screaming to behead
Behead the snake that coerces them to the edge
A path to a walled land their god made no ledge
In darkness the unknown is bred
A rotten pit of uncertainty with certain dread
Those who are scared will be left behind and forgotten instead
Maybe they will wish they were better off dead.
