#almostc

23 posts
  • bluemoon__ 2w

    "Arcane Love"

    My heart has clouds,
    From smokes of "what-ifs"
    I didn't notice
    I was already falling

    Your sweet language ensnared me
    To the point that we almost happened
    I will dream instead of our future
    As there's the reality of us I've yet to know

    You apologized for the pain you caused
    It's been months and time made me forgive you
    Our past bond may have died
    But remember that forever in my heart
    You are alive.

    ©bluemoon__

    #end #uralivec #idreamc #yettoknowc #timec #foreverc #fallingc #cloudsc #languagec #smokec #apologizec #almostc #ensnarec

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    Arcane Love

    Your eyes used to be warm
    Hazel-brown as beautiful autumn
    Yet now it hurts how they look at me
    They're filled with emptiness
    No sign of care and affection
    They show the feelings of blue
    As an icy winter with frozen stares
    and so cold.

    ©bluemoon__

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 2w

    #start #foreverc #fallingc #cloudsc #apologizec #smokec
    #brokennessc #almostc #octoberc #timetoleavemylove
    @milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake I ended same line !
    #ak_prose

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    7 Oct 2021 11 am

    (Beatrice means - she who makes happy )


    Beatrice to Beethoven ~

    I love night walks, I've always loved the streets stretching long and wide before me, luring me to measure the distance between my love and my destiny, which stays hidden amidst white lights, pink frames and pied piper's songs. Even tonight I'm walking, with half a mind to stop, just return back home and the other half urging to walk until I surpass this scenery. The one which will be engraved on my mind in bold tints of hues - a buried symphony of rain(tear)drops.



    Loud zephyr surged through birches lining the asphalt. Lonely footpaths are piling heaps of dried dreams, that once had palmistry of a prospering future. Just like the rosy lines on my pale palm, they are fading and blurring. Leaving mere marks that resemble scars of being alive. Maybe they'd never disappear. Maybe they'd stay forever on me. Reminding me that I once had umpteenth possibilities, all of which got flooded by unrestricted emotions.

    The ache in my heart is tracing branches of thunderstorms lighting the darkening night sky in flashes. It all started from a single drop, that leisurely rolled off my forearm, slowly. Falling, falling and then hitting hard on the concrete crossroad. Welkin left no raindrop orphaned. More of those tragic pearls fell like an ornament of the heaving clouds. 

    Fogged streetlights adorned divinity as if a halo, blessing otherwise pitch black way. With every step I took, I let some tear drops cuddle the enlarging puddles on my way. Some steps deliberately stomped on fallen leaves, unwilling to lock away my distress. 'It must be October', my hazy mind tried to reason, why my pathway is paint-dipped in crimson-maroons and amber-bronzes. Just like my red-rimmed eyes and scar-studded thighs. 

    A heart that once poured love like marvelling monsoons have now closed off with raging smoke, a clouded mind.
    It's almost impossible to believe that he's unaware of the ways he's transformed 'from beaut to beast'. His hands tremble so hard if he can't refill poison pools in the glass bottles. Mirrors showed him neither reality nor fantasy. Music is no more his high, notations are mind maps to hell, a trepidating trap. 

    Echoes have left him aeons ago, whispers can't reach him even within hairline distance. Trumpets and drumroll veiled silence, piano poignantly ponders, violins wail intermittently. Euphony unreachable, cacophony undeterred. All that left was a mirage of eutony, not even approachable. And caresses have withered as soon as winter bound him in frore, lending me blossoming whiplashes.

    I stayed by him like a shadow that has taken an oath of solemnity. But there's only so much I can do when none of my attempts could disclose his despair. He was hell-bent on pushing me away. Would promises wither if their voices travel back to their origin ? Would love disappear if the hearts unwind their own beats ? Would forever fall down to never-again if brokenness gravitied the fall ? Who is to apologize to whom, if both are hurt and keep hurting each other ?

    This wretched rain has drenched me depressed yet my heart is shielding a drought rooted in loss. This scenery is fated to fade in forlorn.
    And every foggy breath I exhale is chanting a farewell to my once-wished-eternal-spring -
    " It's time to erase this scenery.
    It's time to leave, my love..." 

    / I couldn't be a Beatrice to his Beethoven
    For I'm Betrothed to Brokenness /


    © Anjali Krishna
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    I love night walks, I've always loved the streets stretching long and wide before me, luring me to measure the distance between my love and my destiny, which stays hidden amidst white lights, pink frames and pied piper's songs. Even tonight I'm walking, with half a mind to stop, just return back home and the other half urging to walk until I surpass this scenery. The one which will be engraved on my mind in bold tints of hues - a buried symphony of rain(tear)drops.

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

  • _barbie__ 3w

    These are my insane talks ��

    #almostc

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    I am almost dead, if you ignore my heartbeats
    ©_barbie__

  • bonitasarahbabu 4w

    #lovewordc #almostc

    I love that word; Almost.
    They almost got married,
    They almost started a life together.
    Almost, such a poignant word.
    It was that small word, that changed the direction,
    The direction of her life.
    I love that word; Almost,
    Is the sarcasm loud and clear?
    ©bonitasarahbabu
    09/22/2021

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    ©bonitasarahbabu
    09/22/2021

  • bclark2681 6w

    Unpeopled

    Our race has almost perfected
    A skill for destroying our world
    As we fill and continuously take
    We watch nature burn crippled
    Ashamed is thundering within
    Ultimately, become unpeopled
    ©bclark2681

  • bellemoon99 6w

    Almost

    Almost asleep,
    the walls are crumbling down.
    I'm a little scared,
    but I won't hold them up.

    Into a land of dreams I dive,
    and from an ocean of emotions I jump out.
    Will you care if I drown?
    Or I'm only one more for you?

    Confused, scared into oblivion.
    Let's spread our human wings.
    I'm ready to be who I am.
    Even if the lines are blurred.
    ©bellemoon99

  • angels_halo_shines 6w

    Almost...

    There have been too many almost this or almost that in my life. Almost, has me questioning my existence. Almost is a word that can describe an impact on your life, good or bad. My experience with almost has done more damage than good at times. Wondering why this or that. Why did I get out alive but this person didn’t. I’m told not to question but it’s so damn hard not to. I’m working on that. I have almost gotten it down, can’t you see?
    ©angels_halo_shines

  • rekhuu 6w

    Prose has almost left my side
    cause darling I don't feel anything for you neither love, nor hate

    ©rekhuu

  • wilmaneels1 6w

    When the music dies
    I hope you can still hear the echo of the tune we use to dance to
    That even though the noise of the crowd are overwhelming you would still move to the rhythm of my body
    We almost created our own song that night
    Almost - such a huge word, carry so much weight
    It shouldn't be used with a tone of regret though
    Because what we had were magical
    Sometimes the music dies - - but the memories are what kept some alive
    ©wilmaneels1
    ©13092021

  • nocturnal_enigma 6w

    * 13.9.2021; 8.51 P.M (Malaysia)

    #almostc @writersbay

    * 2nd line means he ghosted me

    For my #crush #AHBA

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    -ost ~

    We both know that, you and I, we're almost...
    in a relationship. You have become a 'ghost'.
    Long ago, you said my voice is like a host...
    of kids show; I can't let you go, at all cost.
    Without you, in my life, I feel that I am lost.
    When you left, it's hurt my heart the most.
    I still dedicate you, in more than one post.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • aryaa_anand 6w

    @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay @fromwitchpen @heartsease @unspokenpen1927 @queen_butterfly

    #start #wod #pod #ceesreposts #almostc

    i dont know what a mess i have created!!

    'FAR FOREVER'

    the day her ship sank
    her soul fathomed the seemingly bottomless sea
    to meet my heart's core
    like the tunes persist in the void
    to reunite with the melodies
    when the music dies
    and the scent of the flowers stays
    to mingle with the aroma of spring
    when the leaves turn brown.

    that day
    i wrote a fairytale,
    at least in the Moonstreet
    the ends of the roads
    of our undone tale of love
    met to almost smooch one last time
    and part yet again
    to tread on the path of love
    forever.

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    we thought our souls would be united like our hearts were, but we never knew that the lines connecting our souls were parallel to each other!

    they never met, just stayed close yet far!

    ©aryaa_anand

  • stardust_writes 6w

    When the music dies,
    the hills echo your voice,
    sweet as a nightingale and
    I can't have enough of them.
    Sometimes it's a ringing melody,
    sometimes it's a feeble note,
    a rhythm that doesn't lets me sleep,
    oh, why this stabbing pain?
    Can't you hear the wind sing
    my weeping song? Can't you hear
    the song's lyrics decorated with my tears?
    Love eludes like a butterfly and
    so do you, my nightingale.
    Appear before my eyes, love,
    I'm yearning to see your beautiful face,
    my quest for you dies in your deafening
    silence, but even the song of your
    silence seems to be comforting.
    I whispered to the dangling dandelions
    about a thousand desires, and all my
    heart's desires landed me at one place
    and that's you. If you belong to me, I'll
    immortalize you in my never ending poems,
    you be my lyrics and I'll be your song and
    together we'll make the greatest melody.
    When the hills sleep and the song fades,
    just remember a rhythm to carry along
    that beats in you and me and we'll be okay.
    When the music dies, I won't weep at your
    grave, but I'll leave you some lilacs,
    chrysanthemums and sing you my heart's
    song, hoping it'll bring you back to life.
    We were an almost, never meant to be a forever.

    ©stardust_writes

    #start #wod #almostc @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay

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    An Almost Song

    We were an almost,
    never meant to be a forever.

  • fizahfiz_ 6w

    Almost

    Behind 'almost',
    Letting go is the only way.

    Behind 'almost',
    The effort is needed to fight for.

    Behind 'almost',
    Mistake happened.

    Behind 'almost',
    There's an appreciation.

    Behind 'almost',
    There's goodness.

    Behind 'almost',
    Effect takes place.


    ©fizahfiz_

  • agile_dreamer 6w

    semper ad meliora

    the day her ship sank
    into his orphic ocean of complains,
    she learned the truth;
    her kalopsia broke into thousands of pieces
    turned "hate" into new querencia;
    there's no saudade left;
    no matter, how hard it's to accept
    but truth will always be her serein;
    great lunisolace;
    the sword of feelings drenched
    into his blood of fake love
    whooped with pride

    it's almost over;
    the long battle with feelings
    is almost over;
    I won't whelve them anymore
    but burn them into ashes


    ~agile_dreamer

    #start
    #wod
    #almostc

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    semper ad meliora

  • miss_silentlyweird 6w

    I wrote a fairytale once,
    However, I promptly shred it after a long glance,
    Since it turns out, I don't fancy being princess,
    No princes can save me neither their kiss stop my opress,

    I don't have these jolly sidekicks joining me to sing,
    All I have are these shadow monster whispering
    I don't tell mirror “magic, mirror in the wall,"
    All I just do is shattered it while I brawl,

    I am not Cinderella who'll run away every midnight,
    Leaving her shoe as she feels uptight,
    Perhaps you'll be the one to run in fright,
    After sighting my twelve am persona sight,

    I don't poisoned in apple with single bite like snow white
    I am a pessimist who don't believe in a fiction delight
    Who choke myself as I stick throat — clementine of affliction
    But can you blame me for being a jester living in non-fiction?

    In these fairytales of mine— I'm an antagonist,
    Made with dark lace, thread and spinner,
    A witch whom likely seems to be melancholia amorist,
    Full of crafts, crap and curse thinker


    #almostc #start
    #wod #miraquill
    @miraquill @writersbay

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    It's not that I don't believe in fairytales
    But if you live in mystery and horror
    You will almost believe it doesn't exist

    ©miss_silentlyweird

  • monsteralive 6w

    I almost got happy.
    ©monsteralive

  • queen_butterfly 6w

    #start #ceesreposts #almostc

    Summers are tiring.

    Thank you WN for the kind repost❤️��

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    thantophobia concretized~

    I wrote a fairytale, vorfreude and kalopsian, about us enjoying warm, hygge winters and vernorexia springs but summer came early to us. You said you're leaving in May and suddenly winter started to feel no different than summer. brumous, asphyxiating winter. toska, tepid, tearful, incalescent, stifling summer/ I bathed in ravines of my own gumusservi sweat and slumbered in the arms of longing; awake, uncomfortable, and suffering/ eating felt like a tedious chore so I just fressed my stomach with carbonated drinks to the brim. caffeine that I was advised to stay away from. but I can't seem to stay away. from caffeine. from summer. from illecebrous you/ summer came early to us. to me/ when you said you won't be here for summer, suddenly all the heat came to our town in a meek attempt to greet you while it still could/ this summer, I was planning to do things. I was finally going to fix the broken air conditioner, but now I'll have to fix our broken mizpah first. I was planning to chop down more of my hair but now I'll have to focus on severing the distance between us instead. I was almost ready to shove more caffeine down my throat till it turns scratchy but now I'll have to fill myself with empty yagsogs that only make me more insatiable/ summer came, and with the dulcet mornings that smelt like death, came the end of what we could have been; the end of a miridical winter fairytale/ summer is a thief. it came too early, too soon for its own good, and now you're gone. summer stole you, and now I'm destitute, desiderium in the face of your loss.

    ©queen_butterfly

  • lucy08 6w

    ❤ *This post is dedicated to all the 'old in age but young at heart' senior ones* ❤

    "�� Dotage - an evergreen song ��"

    When the leaves turn brown from jarring milieu,
    Parched & overwhelmed, almost ready for coda;
    Comes the concluding torrent showers
    Withering away some of those corals;

    Falling into the puddles of melancholy
    Together they sang their song finale;
    Stretched across pavements by the shore
    Waiting amid dusk for frisky hearts to adore;

    Their only wish was to see naive juveniles
    Splashing and splattering in pools of half-smiles,
    Cherishing with them their glorious old times
    Of evergreen love and blissful silvery rhymes.

    #start #wod #almostc #ceesreposts @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay @readwriteunite

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    Their only wish was to see naive juveniles
    Splashing and splattering in pools of half-smiles,
    Cherishing with them their glorious old times
    Of evergreen love and blissful silvery rhymes.
    ©lucy08

  • thorvi_mule 6w

    I was almost happy, but then I realised that- I spent most of the time in searching all the happiness and now I'm left with of it!
    ©thorvi_mule

  • seaweed 29w

    ALMOST

    Festivals were for other people. So were holidays, birthdays, happy endings, closure.... You watch people celebrate and listen to them make plans, out of curiosity. Someone once said all you had to do was show up and blend in. But the void inside remains, like a hungry beast.
    Like you reach out and almost touch.... Almost.

    SEAWEED

    Image credits: Shyamali Basumatary & Srijita Basu

    #almost @writersbay @anirockz7 #almostc

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    Almost

    ©seaweed