#byme

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  • lonesadness 16h

    And this is the exact reason, why im always having a hard time sleeping every night.

    I get excited while thinking about those plans every freaking night. ����

    It's 1:20 am here right now.
    Goodnight����
    #byme

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    You have lots of plan for your future when your about to sleep at night,

    But when you wake up at morning, you automatically forget about them

    And will only remember them when your about to sleep again at night

  • lonesadness 18h

    A sweet memory and nightmare of mine

  • quenzi 3d

    Do you know
    why the sun hides
    every night;
    sheathing itself
    behind the dark sky.
    To let the moon shine
    a little more bright,
    than the twinkling stars,
    and to let the humans
    cherish the unseen scars,
    the sun escapes the
    sky, every night
    with a warm smile.

    Do you know
    why the rainbow
    colours the blue sky,
    after a stormy rain passes by.
    Because after you let
    all your feelings fall down,
    like the clouds,
    your heart feels light
    and it lets the rays of happiness
    enter inside, which leaves behind
    a colourful smile.

    Do you know
    why the beautiful butterflies,
    cover themselves inside
    a green skin of lie.
    Because beauty is not a thing
    of eyes;
    neither a thing of heart.
    Beauty is an illusion,
    of the deadliest thing;
    the human mind.

    Do you know
    why a poet abondones
    his poems.
    Because completing them,
    will be a death,
    of a world, his poems
    gave birth to.
    So he leaves them barren,
    for another flower to bloom,
    and grow a meaning to his parts.
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    #english #poetry #byme #englishpoetrybyme

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    Do you know
    ~Poem in caption~


    ©quenzi

  • quenzi 4d

    Let's write a poem

    Let's write a poem,
    not about the bleeding rose,
    or the sapphire sky;
    or the reddish sun
    going to set in a while.

    Let's write a poem,
    about the silent prayers,
    and the unheard voice
    of the helpless souls,
    and the poor lifes.
    ©quenzi

  • quenzi 1w

    Why rent the stars when you can
    own the moon.

    ©quenzi

  • lonesadness 1w

    MY PERSONAL SPACE

  • lonesadness 1w

    Girl, are you a born idiot?
    #byme

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    Why are you defending a cheater who cheated to his ex-girlfriends twice and saying, his professional to his job when he flirted to a woman WHO IS NOT EVEN HIS GIRLFRIEND during his work?

  • quenzi 1w

    Ode to my spectacles

    It was ten years ago,
    when I first wore you,
    and it's true that I,
    never adored you.
    You were heavy,
    you still are,
    and your body left,
    on my nose,
    a permanent scar.
    I would find reasons,
    to take you off,
    but without you,
    Oh dear,
    I couldn't even go
    for a walk.
    When the first time,
    you broke,
    down my cheeks,
    a tear rolled.
    I never realised,
    how important you were
    to me.
    Without you,
    my world was muzzy
    and empty.
    You completed me,
    and my world,
    and painted the skies,
    with colours.
    And today,
    I want to say,
    Oh dear,
    I was blind for you
    and your love.
    ©quenzi

  • quenzi 1w

    Obituary

    I was seven, when my goldfish died. I had named him brownie. He was my best friend. I still get nightmares of him, and his death. I was nine, when my grandma passed away. I still search for her, among the stars, at night. She taught me to be honest in life, but she herself told me lies everytime, of staying forever by my side. When I turned twelve, my brother left me all alone on this barren earth, and went to stay in heaven. If he would be alive, he would have never let anyone bully me.
    And slowly and painfully, a fear, inside me, was born. Fear! The fear of losing people. The fear of having to let go of all my reasons to be alive. I feared death, for it was death who took our people away from us. I lived in this fear for ten years. And by the tenth year, my fear had suffocated me to death. I died. But my fear lived. Fears never die, neither are they born; they are created, by the human mind. And now, I fear the human mind, the creator of all the existing fears.
    ©quenzi

  • quenzi 1w

    The important thing to remember in life is
    that nobody needs anybody to be alive.
    You can just be a part of someone's life,
    not a reason for their existence.
    ©quenzi

  • quenzi 1w

    Quarantine Diaries
    Day 4
    05/04/2021


    There is a spider in my room, he is really small and cute. My melancholy has made me like spiders too. And now I am friends with him. He stayed beside me the whole day, as if trying to make me feel less alone. The lizards also stayed by my side the whole time. I am flabbergasted by these small creatures whom we considered nasty, but in reality they aren't. They are just normal creatures striving for their existence, like us. I tried painting my canvas again, and this time I luckily succeeded. I drew a butterfly. A beautiful butterfly. I left it uncoloured, because for me beauty isn't about colours but about thoughts and emotions. And as the great philosophers once said "Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder". So my beautiful butterfly will remain a thing of beauty until we humans change its definition.
    ©quenzi

  • quenzi 2w

    A lovely flower,
    once,
    grew in my
    dusty garden.
    I was surprised
    by its beauty
    and shine.
    And how the colours
    of red and purple,
    in it,
    had interwined.
    My garden,
    a dead soul;
    the flower's aroma,
    brought it back to life.
    Every morning,
    the flower swayed
    and its presence,
    always made me smile.
    And like every happy story,
    the sad days came.
    One night,
    a strong wind,
    blew the flower
    away.
    And the flower died;
    leaving behind
    a mourning garden
    and a faded smile.
    ©quenzi

  • lonesadness 2w

    Girls are stupid
    They get cheated on but still love their cheater.

  • lonesadness 2w

    Men are spoiled brat
    They cheat but still want their ex-girlfriend's attention.

  • quenzi 2w

    The burnt fire

    Her eyes were filled with the sparkles of tears. Those bruises on her forehead seemed like a thorn stabbing the beautiful rose. Her lips held back a lot of stories unsaid. Her deep breaths were keeping the fire in her heart alive. The fire he left burning. The fire she lit inside her heart for him, for his love. But he left her, broken, and her fire, burnt.
    ©quenzi

  • quenzi 2w

    Quarantine Diaries
    Day 1
    02/04/2021


    I am not claustrophobic but it is seemingly amazing how the place, I felt safe at, has started to haunt me now. I feel trapped and lonely. I decided to go through my books but my nerves aren't ready to work. I feel like my body needs this rest, but doesn't wants it. And then I decided to paint my canvas. I accidentally spilled the colours on my bed. I don't know whether it was because of clumsiness or because of despondence. I have pushed myself enough to do something productive today and not wander around the pleasant memories. And now I will let my soul relax a bit. It is just the beginning and I have already started panicking. Maybe I need to relax a bit too.
    ©quenzi

  • quenzi 2w

    And when the darkness came,
    the stars beside me
    stayed.
    The little trees
    shyly swayed,
    and I,
    with the little moon,
    happily played.
    And when the sun came,
    next day,
    I,
    with him and the clouds,
    wandered in the open alley.
    Now I miss those days,
    the days of freedom,
    the days of innocence.
    The stars,
    the trees,
    the moon,
    the sun,
    for me,
    they waited.
    But with time,
    I grew up,
    I changed.
    But they remained the same,
    and for me,
    they waited.
    ©quenzi

  • quenzi 2w

    My Paradox Poetry

    The night haunts me,
    for its darkness,
    brings in a lot of atrocious nightmares.
    But the nights are also where,
    I find absolute peace,
    for its stillness,
    brings in a lot of pleasant memories.
    ©quenzi

  • tashwing 2w

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  • tashwing 2w

    Worry for something worth worrying about. Do not pick any trivial issue and stay tensed. When you can be choosy with the colour of your shirt, why can't you be selective with your worries? You know what I mean, right?
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