cool_buddy45

pour toujours son duffer:)

Grid View
List View
Reposts
  • cool_buddy45 2d

    #end #wod #lame

    //It’s only a goodbye could be forever in my life//

    If I’m to be called as a poet then it’s only you who could be the best reason:/

    Sry if I don’t reply:)

    Read More

    CANVAS OF AN ETERNAL DEAD LOVE
    (~that even fails to mix up in betwixt shades)

    What’s charcoal?
    A burned,melted heart huing in between
    black charcoal and white paper

    What’s onyx?
    Sprinkles of diamond twinkling beyond
    a dark dipped shadow called “her”

    What’s the color of love?

    //A concoction of a black shade
    and a yellow shade which stands apart
    in between a bewildered error//

    What’s canary?
    Dark days of yellow lights that soothed
    his soul in sun-kissed rays

    What’s munsell yellow?
    Munsell shine was he,merged with
    a mixture of hurricane

    What’s the color of a good bye?

    //The concoction of a fused black and
    a faded yellow which is not meant to be mixed
    with the shades of the azure sky until
    everyone becomes a poet of happiness//


    ~Rizla Rifadh

  • cool_buddy45 5w

    𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗪 𝗢𝗟𝗗
    ~(two births together)

    A seed which buried deep
    under the ground like a funeral
    in an evening of a dream
    But it’s a delightful funeral
    of two births together in a garden
    behind a six yard old woods
    while I pierced a melancholic womb
    to explore the serene azure world
    under seven heavens.

    The lullabies of birds tuned to
    crawl the floor and the branches
    started to wither standing still
    pushing the roots that kiss the soil,
    nights after 7 years in a premier late
    winter,no petals no leaves nor a bud
    just dry branches that swing to
    the melodies of the zephyr
    as the notes of a broken piano.

    In a lazy morning of a misty day
    I sang the waves of happiness
    like a novice to adore the sky
    in a midnight under where am I.
    In early spring,after a moonless
    night,tiny buds hang in the umber
    dancing branches just lonely
    as I me in a mournful childhood
    which darkens the day with
    white lights and golden rays.

    Late spring after full bloom of
    cherry blossom,just after few
    patient days pink petals are being
    carried away by wind to kiss
    the grass with magical mysteries,
    It’s just another mournful morning
    and a tearing lonely sunset but
    for you it’s a celebration of spring
    as a symbol of Japanese love.

    You cease my lonely evenings
    blushing my cheeks with pink petals.
    long ago,I was tiny and timid to
    touch a fat stable stem from palms
    but now I’ve grown to hug you
    with my unstable heart and
    soft caring dirty soiled hands as
    we born,grew and promised to die
    together in an old wooden day.

    I’m grown with body,grown with
    tears but not with fears as my heart
    trembles to stay strong among
    the twinge nights with blinking stars
    that weave colorless constellations
    even after the lonesome days you
    spent at midnights when I sleep
    under the moon light.you have
    grown old ‘til to die with a wide smile
    while I still find for the meaning
    of the so called smile.

    ~𝖱𝗂𝗓𝗅𝖺 𝖱𝗂𝖿𝖺𝖽𝗁

    //hey old cherry blossom,will you be still stable forever for I hug you in lonely nights//

    @writersnetwork @miraquill

    #growth #wod

    Will not read or write anymore:)
    A silent good bye

    Read More

    //Let me bury myself six feet apart
    in front of you so we could together
    bless and welcome every visit with a
    fall of five Sakura to witness
    two growths together ‘til death//

    ~Rizla

  • cool_buddy45 5w

    Will this pain ever go away?
    when every day and night the sun rise and set

    ~Rizla

  • cool_buddy45 5w

    Not exactly #argument

    #twinge_r

    //Can you listen to my wings that are broken into pieces//

    Narration of a soulless girl left with silver tears:)
    @writersnetwork

    Read More

    ~Love understand all languages
    -(Romanian proverb)

    You left me with scars but I still
    believe in a hopeless hope.that you
    would return with a bouquet of love
    and hug me with a zephyr kissed
    embrace as love never knew the
    language of pain nor the letters of
    PAIN.I just hope for a hopeless hope.
    “Why don’t you listen to my heart?”
    it’s unstable with lots of insecurities
    and bleeding with water but not
    platelets.I’m so lonely without you.As
    an empty piece of brokenness.when
    will you sleep in my heart to soothe
    with your blossoming hands.You
    knew it very well that I won’t be able
    to live without you.But you still left me
    alone in a midnight which was full of
    dark spots of fears and silence tears.
    Still why did you run far way from me?
    yet you were miles away.you’re the
    one my heart thirst for and you’re the
    peace that cease all of my wounds
    with your alluring smile that pierce
    your dimples.while I enjoy it until
    wrinkles.Let us live those evenings
    again.Let us make those talks again.
    Let there be occurrences of
    restlessness.So that my heart will
    sigh again.If not much,then give me
    just a little part of that life back again.
    But don’t run away from me as
    distances are shrouding over me.Now
    I know very well that you always want
    me to go away from your paths.but it’s
    not at all possible for me,still you
    want me to get away,to forget you but
    you didn’t tell how?nor you didn’t take
    back your memories and our past
    along when you go without a glance
    back at me when I was tearing down.
    Take me there where the world exists
    beyond love and release me from your
    fragrances that remain in me.Love
    can’t understand all languages
    unless to break a heart that couldn’t
    heal back.It never come back if it’s
    gone,if its gone it gone forever.but still
    my heart hope for a hopeless hope
    exploring the language of care before
    I fall apart.

  • cool_buddy45 5w

    #argument #wod

    @writersnetwork @miraquill

    Last para not sure whether it’s argument >_<

    Read More

    𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗨𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗣𝗢𝗘𝗧𝗥𝗬
    ~(𝖠 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌...)

    ~who suffers from love,feels no pain

    Have you ever screamed so silently loud
    among the poetries that weave webs to heal;
    Empty promises speaks louder than words
    piercing your ears of a midnight that
    occupied love and embrace in a zephyr.
    Power of love carved deep in invisible black
    the soul bleeds fast in crimson blood
    and it's too late to notice the heart in
    millions of broken pieces and you
    question yourself beyond the clouds
    as of a fear to loss blood and die.

    //it's almost your gone when you watch your soul
    breath with love in his prose and feels no pain
    but when you're alive you suffered from love
    but felt the pain more than you were loved by him//
    _____________________________________

    ~poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason

    Bruised and bandaged blisters
    on the soul ravaged by a military war
    of incomplete phrases against an own
    life through far behind millions of years
    stitched with cascades of fired tears
    and left behind the wilted dried flowers
    awaiting to be healed by the poesies
    which carved deeply among the verses
    but it was the proverb that mended the poetry
    with blood to breath and wrap the open wounds

    //as of believing poetry could heal the
    wounds inflicted by reasons but it
    was a myth as poetry heals only
    the wounds of a poet with scars//

    _____________________________________

    ~beauty is in the eye of the beholder

    In time from the falling leaves to
    blooming flowers,the eye of the beholder
    turns same for every breathing living shell of life
    if you turned into a word that
    I wonder…
    which word would it be?
    there's many a beautiful word a poet,
    I wonder the nature is green and charming
    I wonder the hearts of kind and innocence
    the sense of abhorrence that doesn't
    exist in the world which is almost full of white lies
    It's no wonder the beauty has seven tastes
    but not to the nature created by a poet.

    //If beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
    why not to the Mother Nature that
    doesn't differ as vile or beauty but
    remains same as delightful for all the beholders//

    ~𝘙𝘪𝘻𝘭𝘢 𝘙𝘪𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘩

  • cool_buddy45 5w

    #combination
    Kinda #freeverse

    #twinge_r

    Let it remain as an imaginary piece tho it’s not ^__^

    //It’s ok it’s peace//

    Need not a break but need to anyways:)~.__.~


    @writersnetwork

    Read More

    What a strange time this is
    I’m out of control.I need to reside
    among the clouds to soothe myself
    but not to heal.I feel the pain but I
    can’t express it anymore.I want you to
    take care of my soul but not me.
    I’m twisted around the melancholic
    verses trying to reach the moon.Am I
    fine?or Am I broken? Am I good or Am
    I stupid?What am I feeling that u can’t
    feel nor express?Just struck in
    betwixt my own questions
    behind the breathing poetries but not
    meant to be answered.
    I can see myself with anger,but don’t
    know what for?or why? I’m lonely,I feel
    empty I want myself again as a new
    born child sometimes I can’t
    breath,sometimes I don’t feel
    nor want to breath.Then what am I
    supposed to do?What do I need to do?
    Am I fine? I never knew,Am I broken?
    not sure I don’t want to know,
    what is this feeling that I can’t feel nor
    express?What strange time this is?I’m
    falling apart into a thorn bed of my
    own fate.yet screaming to come up
    and fry my pan of heal.but I don’t
    want to.I don’t feel to.let me be like
    this.I’m sorry but it’s ok it’s peace
    to sleep in the thorn bed.It’s ok it’s
    peace to feel not ok.It’s ok it’s peace
    to bury myself.It’s ok it’s peace to be
    dead.I don’t know what is this feeling?
    I can’t feel nor express.It’s so strange I
    want to lay down and talk to the
    night,to the moon and to the stars.but
    take care of my soul not me as I’m
    almost dead.

    ~Rizla Rifadh

  • cool_buddy45 5w

    𝗔 𝗕𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗟𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦
    ~(death waits until the arrival of him)

    Cloud after a cloud of a mournful night
    He ran towards the battle field after
    the final March in front the warrior woman
    standing on the hills against the solemn sky.
    when the world fights a war,
    she weave poetries like a lost sailor
    while pistols loaded with hopeless sonnets
    and riffles hanged with silent tears
    as he caged the fears under the iron suit
    he sang the song of innocent sacrifice
    whispering a hope in her deafened ear
    until she promise him forever together
    as“I breathe,wait and hope”for you
    return again carrying the crown of victory
    washing away the crimson blood in sea

    Day after day breeze growls louder
    sprinkling blood on the page of poetry
    that she mends with night constellations
    while dressing the moon with her empty fears
    “A part of me is holding back tears”,
    his ears pierced echoing the words that
    loaded with her tongue and scars
    embracing weapons that float on blood.
    She swims in the depth of sulpiride every night
    where she died like the dead roses
    waiting for a dawn with water to stand still
    with the burden of hope,he appears until.
    the poetries are being dried like wilted daffodils
    but the war is shredding blood every second
    between the sunrise and sunset,with a hope
    she sleeps with the moon concealed with fog
    And it’s winter until now he haven’t come

    ~Rizla Rifadh


    Sth different “__•

    #combination #wod

    @writersnetwork @miraquill

    Thank you for the like and repost 💚

    Read More

    //I breathe,wait and hope
    weaving poetries with tears and fears //

    ~𝖱𝗂𝗓𝗅𝖺

  • cool_buddy45 5w

    I breathe,wait and hope
    ‘til you carry me among the clouds
    in search of the moon again

    ~𝖱𝗂𝗓𝗅𝖺

  • cool_buddy45 5w

    Nights aren’t meant to be slept
    when the peace is buried beyond the poetries

    ~𝖱𝗂𝗓𝗅𝖺

  • cool_buddy45 5w

    #r_saudade #beauty

    That smile is sth I still love 。^‿^。

    Read More

    Beauty is upon you where you stole
    my words silently with your smile

    ~𝖱𝗂𝗓𝗅𝖺