#PODsOfTSO

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  • the_speccy_outsider 12w

    He was bereft of people
    Genuine ones
    For loyalty and love was all he wanted
    As that's what he dearly wanted to spread
    Albeit never received in return
    His principles were of utmost importance
    But the world wasn't ready for it
    He wanted to express
    That hidden voice, behind the cobwebs
    That encompassed it due to mind's passivity
    Whomsoever he told, shunned him entirely
    For their primitive minds weren't ready for it
    He wanted to break societal shackles
    To demolish archaic norms
    And address the Taboos
    But he was afraid of the criticism he'd receive
    And then one fine day he saw a door
    To a land of expression
    Where others of same sentiment resided
    And they welcomed him with open arms
    There he got a quill of magic
    And weaved poetries and proses
    Expressing all the emotions
    Unabashedly and unapologetically
    Paying no heed to abhorrence
    Thus making bonds of literature
    With fellow literary magicians
    Inferring that the bond became much stronger
    He could open up
    Share his thoughts and feelings
    Write about his deepest thoughts
    Whilst being unaffected by dogmatic voices
    Who'd pry on his ability
    And he received abundant love
    Something he never expected
    Shedding his pendantic attribute
    He became optimistic
    Staccato of opinions in outer world didn't matter
    And soon the vortex diminished
    Of betrayals and heartbreaks
    For it held no gravitas anymore
    His journey wasn't over yet
    It had started, the one that he claimed was
    Enroute to positivity
    Hence, he was relieved
    Breathing the fresh air
    Oozing out of the words
    His quill inked
    And inebriated by the response
    He received

    ©the_speccy_outsider

    #postcard

    @miraquill Thank you so very much for the kind repost! Fourth POD! Perfect Birthday Gift. ����

    @writersnetwork Thank you so very much for the kind repost! ��

    I know you receive a lot of criticism on a daily basis, some from me as well but deep down I know that you do what you do to keep the lights on this platform alive. So, thank you for everything that you do.

    P.S. Thank you so much for all the wishes. I'll forever be grateful for that.

    #PODsOfTSO #WNRepostsOfTSO

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    Journey

  • the_speccy_outsider 22w

    Are fallacies believable?
    Betwixt affable verdant forest
    Enameling wabi-sabi with a vocation
    To distort clandestine abendrot
    Of a solitary soul standing
    With fulcrum of mollifying vanity

    Like opening a Pandora's Box
    Stardust breaks perniciously
    While vespertinal beings strutter
    With paucity of hope
    Zephyr kissing the dense trees
    Announcing vortex's arrival

    Debonair attribute is rare
    A dendrophile must possess
    Who is cloistered sedentarily
    In a verisimilitude abyss
    In search of utopia
    When all that prevails is dystopia

    Perfidious are those recluse
    For their beliefs are esoteric
    Impertinent to those ludicrous
    And arduous to those cantankerous
    Making convalescence a rigmarole
    When sanity is snatched scathingly

    Some roads lead you home
    And some pester peripheral panic
    Valiant are those who counterfeit the way
    Encroaching Fear itself
    Demarcating Mayhem discreetly
    Hence, eradicating nugatory conjecture

    Leading the way is The Sun
    Frolicking the rays to call a meeting
    As resilient holler is heard
    Foreseeing a prominent confabulation
    And at such rendezvous one deciphers
    The eccentric omniscience of Komorebi

    ©the_speccy_outsider

    #nature #setting #combination #quesc

    Set A: Stardust
    Set B: Some roads lead you home

    @kin_jo One of the strongest person I know. You'll surely find your Komorebi.

    Edit: @miraquill Thank you so very much for the kind repost! Third POD! ����

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    Komorebi

  • the_speccy_outsider 34w

    Peace and tranquility seem like a dream to me. So ironical though, as dreams are the reason for my misery. These dreams, they don't allow me to shut my eyes as they fear their existence would never become a reality. They fear they'll be another forgotten chapter. Hence, they pound on my imagination to carve their place.

    I'm tired now! Tired of dreaming. Tired of telling myself that the silver lining is just around the corner. Tired of reminding myself that the gazebo of darkness will lead me to my home, to my sunshine. Tired of pacifying myself that this too shall pass. Tired of consoling myself, for this is just a phase.

    My heart wants to take control but my head won't leave the throne. I guess I gave too much power to it as now it possesses more than me. Forcing me to relinquish control over my very own body.

    As a kid, dreams fascinated me. For how our imagination could construct a world of itself. Where everything goes according to our desire. Nothing to worry about at all. And in this procedure of faking a world, I lost control on the real one.

    I have no idea what I want anymore. Do I want to put a smile and believe everything will be fine, or do I want to stay betwixt the cobwebs of the dark attic where I'm a prisoner currently? For I've lost track of everything. Discombobulated to the core.

    ©the_speccy_outsider

    #rhetoric

    Edit: @miraquill Thank you so very much for the kind repost! Second POD! ����

    @writersnetwork Thank you so very much for the kind repost! ��

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    Discombobulated

  • the_speccy_outsider 65w

    A book
    For me
    Is not just
    An inanimate object
    I rather consider it
    As a companion
    Imparting wisdom
    Through the stories
    Of Women and Men
    Revelatory, glorious, fiesty
    Or vulnerable, volatile, anarchic

    Helping me
    To escape reality
    And open doors
    To unknown locations
    Showering meteors
    Of poetic verses
    Teaching me magic or fighting
    Providing me clandestine insights
    In order to decipher
    The meaning
    Not of the words
    But those blanks or spaces
    In between them
    For those are the primary notions
    An author wants
    The reader
    To feel

    ©the_speccy_outsider

    #PoetryWednesday #meteorc

    Edit: @miraquill Thank you so very much for the kind repost! First POD! ����

    @writersnetwork Thank you so very much for the kind repost! ��

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    Book

    A book
    For me
    Is not just
    An inanimate object
    I rather consider it
    As a companion