Mirakee
I feel special
When he calls you that cute pet name and you die inside.
©brokengypsysoul
brokengypsysoul
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♐Gypsy Soul bound by trauma chains ☯Finding herself again ☮Remembering how to write facebook.com/Broken_Gypsy_Soul
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brokengypsysoul
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brokengypsysoul
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There is a word made just for me
This is a personal word that only we share
Whenever his lips speak that word
I feel special, loved and aroused I swear
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Dysfunctional family
No father
Men in and out
The unavailable mother
The emotional abuse
The physical abuse
The sexual abuse
The abandonment
The introduction to alcohol and drugs too young
Grew up too soon
The older sister who took place of mother
Also grew up too soon and endured more extreme abuse
The younger spoilt brother who grew up right
Mother won't accept the childhood violence that happened
Sister cannot heal her wounds so contuines mothers cycle
Brother is away in his own world
Each one is selfish
Hurtful things have been said and done
There's no love in this family
Only dysfunction
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Alone
The realisation...
The
Deep
Dark
Emptiness...
Heartbreak
Conclusion that
I truly am all alone in this world
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Chains of trauma
Every moment of trauma turned into a chain that bounds her
Accumulated by a life of pain weighing her down
Misery is all she remembers, it’s all she knows
Oblivious to the eye, known to the heart
These chains have become a sort of protection
Hiding her but also immobilising her
Sometimes she feels her inner self screaming to be released
Memories quickly flood in to drown her out
She constantly searches for the keys in the wrong places
Wondering if it’s lost for good
She searches for the key in others, who add a link instead
The Key lies within herself underneath buried so deep
A stranger draws a picture for her, turning the links into a flower chain
Her hair is long and flowing free the colours are bright
The girl does not recognise this free spirit representation
But recognises her from dreams, deepest desires kept hidden
She frames and places the photo on her wall a remembrance of the light
Many years have passed, the picture still hangs, the chains remain
She is at peace with her past, yet dreams of another life
One night she opens her eyes, physically seeing the chains, feeling it’s weight
She sees the person she wants to be, and she is beautiful and free, unrestricted
Staring at the picture she recognizes for the first time the women IS her
The moon tells her how to unbind the chains giving her hope
Life says no, it’s not that easy.
So she remains bound.
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I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I was young and naive
I was blind but now I see
I didn't understand then
the song that you sent me
I didn't take the time to see you
To fully see inside your soul
I'm sorry for everything I put you through
Your feelings towards me are valid
I didn't appreciate or respect you
I was lost and couldn't find a balance
I had to grow and learn from my trauma
I now see the meaning behind the lyrics
I'm sorry I arrived so late for the party
How could I be so blind to this
Although delayed I now feel those words
I hope you know that every time I hear that song
I think of you
Please forgive me for all I've done wrong
I never intended to hurt you at all
I'm sorry that I couldn't be that for you
I feel the meaning in those words
I wish I could have made them come true
Know that I still think of you
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Love
lost love
lonely love
little love
loving love
lifeless love
lovely love
lovable love
long love
loud love
large love -
Truth
truth takes
truth tends
truth translates
truth turns
truth travels
truth talks
truth tells
truth teaches
truth touches
truth treats -
Don't be ungrateful for your loved ones
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brokengypsysoul
4w
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Teddy Bear the story
With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.
#teddybear #story #sad #poem #poetry
#yourquote #quote #stories #qotd #quoteoftheday #wordporn #quotestagram #wordswag #wordsofwisdom #inspirationalquotes #writeaway #thoughts #poetry©brokengypsysoul
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arronazhar
6w
If my man pays for lunch; I pay for dinner.
If he pays for movie tickets; I pay for snacks.
If he buys me a shoe; I'll get him a nice suit.
If he's having a rough day; I'll help him out.
50/50
Stop expecting to be treated like a Queen while you are not treating him like a King. -
amsterdam
6w
Read MoreWhen I die like a flickering summer,
lay my sins on a bed of mercy
sprinkled with rose water flowing
from the angels' fountain,
the nightingale shall sing
no sad hymns,
no soul shall weep,
for my departure
isn't a death sentence
nor a dead-end.
In a grave where daisies and petunias
touch the amber skies
and play hide & seek with the lemon sun
I yearn for eternal rest,
Wrap my flesh in silk forgiveness,
in my grave
plant prayers & lavenders
together with anecdotes and poems,
pin a profound epitaph,
engrave a Chronicle
of this spectacular journey,
my pilgrimage
from Womb to Tomb.
©amsterdam
03.04.21
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Thanks@writersnetwork &@mirakee Fambam !��✨.
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_transient
7w
Read MoreOpen for interpretations.
When originality is lacking, and the inspiration seems to be undermined.
#epigram #wod @mirakee @writersnetwork @writerstolliGold Fish
At the artist's funeral, gold fish in a cauldron of muse,
Served with adulterated booze.
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fari_tales
8w
Where do you find solace when you have been torn by your own people?
Where do you rest your head when people around you are finding ways to slit your throat?
Where do you breathe when all you smell of is poison?
Where do you take rest when all you come across is nightmares?
Does death still sound scarier?
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aminehe
9w
One day you will be eating what you have been serving.
So, serve what you would like to eat.
©aminehe -
pen_to_paper
9w
Read MoreIf I were a poem
YOU would read me
like a cold winter's day
heat would not be able to
unfreeze my frozen stanzas
my centre you have left blue
ink spills verses of days
I wish to hold you
tighter than a straight jacket
holds an unstable person
I am the poem
you have forgotten
in the back pocket
of your Levi jeans
destroyed in the
wash machine
I am the poem no man
or woman
wishes to write about
I am the poem
the cupid denies out loud
I am the poem that breaks hearts
faster than lightning can strike
the centre of the earth
I am the poem that
makes you question
YOUR own - self worth
#personify #poem #wod @mirakeeIf you could read in between the edges of my broken lines, this is what I would say.......
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soulfulstirrings
10w
Read MoreWith the right person by your side .. the unrequited love that turned you into a heartache fades away .
Refer-
Munificent - generous , bountiful
Abluting - cleansing
#raindrops @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwal
Image credit to the rightful .She bathed once again
in amaranthine hues
abluting away those clogged pores of betrayal
and like raindrops .. munificent love imbued gently into her heart
Wiping away all those acrid memories
sowing seeds of hope
rekindling her jaded refulgence
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a_gentilischi
10w
Read MoreOh my goodness, a POD? It was the last thing I expected today ❤️��❤️
Thank you so much @mirakee @writersnetwork
And huge thanks and love out to all the amazing friends I've met here����
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Where do all the unsent messages go
When they are stranded on the shores
Of 'drafts' and 'scheduled', awaiting in dread
For the inevitable journey to the lonesome 'bin'
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Where do all the regretfully erased words go
Maimed and disfigured Times New Roman
Fading in the silent void of utter obscurity
As the well worn backspace button strikes
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Where do all those hopeless love letters go
When their recipients are ravaged, rotting corpses
On a dark battlefield, continents and seas away
So that the stamped dusty envelopes are useless
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Where do my own pen's pathetic poems go
The ones that I write at midnight in tears
That I crumple, then thoughtlessly sentence
To confines of the unemptied waste paper bucket
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Where do the faded, decade old diaries go
When their beloved authors are no more
And there's no one left that cares enough
To tend to those flickering memories
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Maybe, just maybe there's a special place
A hallowed heaven for the lost, a warm abode
The sanctuary the words desired and were promised
But which they never tasted, in real life
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Or maybe it's much simpler and crueler
Maybe they're at a much closer place
Deprived of rest, peace and eternal grace
Maybe they're still bleeding ink and pain
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Maybe they're still lodged, deep inside
The cracks of the shattered beating hearts
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Is that why it hurts so much
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2021.02.04
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#words #thoughts #life #love
#death #letters #wnreagentLost Words
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©a_gentilischi -
Is grey not good enough?
Why do we always look for something that's either great enough to be loved or broken enough to be fixed?
Why do we keep running after a new thing everyday that we don't find the time to look back and appreciate what we've achieved so far?
Isn't it okay to stay at a stable place with a peaceful mind?
Why is normal termed boring these days?
Isn't it a good thing to be normal and alright?
Why is grey so underrated?
Is it really not good enough?
©swathisuryadevara
