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  • angeljohn 2d

    Journal Entry #25

    25-10-2018

    This week, will remain as an episode meek. That I'll repeatedly seek through all my memories this entire life. It ofcourse didn't provide me, oh not me, but us; with a reason to smile but those days served us, an excuse to grab away, our one and only 'Fountain of Pleasure'; my Father. How can these brief seconds be so immensely cruel? For I hadn't even given enough delightful hours to spend with him, to have those moments preserved in my memorable collections. Aither Papa would be distracted by his career-responsibilities or I would be seperated because of my studious-activities.
    "Both of us were in the different pages of the same story, hence we were hardly given opportunities to spend time together, to create our own lively happenings."
    Newly, both of us were relieved from our self-restrictions caused by our duties, nevertheless the merciless 'seven-days' handed over my Loving-Father into the deadly-hands of Cancer and after brutally torturing him for 6 days, Cancer mudered my 'Earnest-Creator' and very same bitter-days didnt give me even a sec of time to see my Papa alive in the hospital. Seventh-day he returned home being asleep forever and ever.
    ©angeljohn

  • tithi_b 2d

    Hello!

    Welcome, and thank you for picking up my journal. I don’t know where or in what time you will find this, but with you of a different time and place, I'd like to resonate. I reckon there are certain thinngs that never change for humans regardless the era. Emotions we are not quite fond of; the longing, craving for what we never had, a rogue sense of not belonging, and the occasional hollowness. In my time, often I thought sun will never shine again. And everything I had left unsaid will remain that way.

    Dear reader, I see you can relate. Few memories that went through your head are enough to prove that. I chose these emotions because when I'm writing this, I do not have many souls to hold my hand when I'm in need. Maybe time is different for you. And dear reader, I hope you are strong enough to hold your own hand if nobody came forth for you. There's nothing braver than being your own light.

    I will not advise you to act a certain way. I only want to thank you; for the courage you have shown. For slowly, but surely turning around. For finding another purpose, for smiling again. And for continuing your journey, regardless what hardships you may face.
    Thank you for stopping by. If it's not too much of a trouble, write something for the next reader to cherish. And know that nothing in your life has been meaningless. One day, when the small scratches heal, they will let your gold shine.


    ©tithi_b

  • miraquill 2d

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    It's autumn and you're wandering through a deep forest. You accidentally find an old and torn journal. It's open and there are golden leaves strewn across the pages. Imagine and write what might have been written in the journal.

  • star_writes 1w

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  • miraquill 1w

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    We reached this stranded island three days back. The sea storm had almost split the ship, some of us rescued ourselves using the rowboats. The most interesting and dangerous thing about life is that it's unpredictable. Uncertainties...

  • nehabhagat 2w

    To the forests

    To the Forests 


    To the forests..

    I write a letter to thee..

    In love in pain..

    I cry in apology..


    So Beautiful pure wild u sway

    A sacred arrangement of God's play..

    I listen to you...

    Of our ungrateful ways..

    Unworthy of ur grace we fail...


    But now and then ...

    I seek you in sweet solitude..

    For a union of me with myself

    That peaceful embrace...

    U awaken in me a blessed joy..

    That truth, stillness and extreme wilderness..


    And As I rest on ur roots dear tree..

    This ancient love story of u and me..

    What draws me to u i donot know..

    I feel ur earth inside me..

    Like a wise old saint u whisper to me "Just Be".. ❤️


    Your birds, ur flowers, ur mountains...

    Ur ants, ur fruits, and rivers too..

    Engaged in sacred divine duty..

    ... So silent, lawful and mighty..!!



    Dear forests ...

    I owe my soul to thee..

    As my god pulsates through the life in ur beings...

    We rip away ur beauty and ur fruits..

    Silently u give...

    Yet watch ful of our sins...

    How long will u continue to forgive..?


    To, the  forests...

    So great,dark and deep .

    I share ur pain..

    I owe my soul to thee..

    I write to you ..

    And cry in apology....

    #
    ©nehabhagat

  • miraquill 2w

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    A monologue is a long speech by one person in a conversation which is used to express lofty emotions or to address another character or the audience.

    --Complete the monologue starting with---

    Over the years, I have developed this strange relationship with food. While in school I hardly ever ate in peace and I was always rushing to one place or another. School, playground and events always seemed more enticing than food. As I went to college, street food became my go-to option...

  • poetryly 3w

    HITCHCOCK HORROR
    As he stepped inside (his stomach felt a familiar twist), he found the house a (horrible) mess (reviving angst memories), soiled utensils lying on the floor (in close range to the steel basin fixture, apparently dropped in haste), unwashed clothes lying in the corner (an odor of intrusive stench embracing the room, he eyes started to twitch).

    His eyes forcible continues peering at the destruction of his recent immaculate haven.
    He felt caught unaware even though he had an slight inkling of remembrance this was the day they would be free to return. He neglected to mark his calendar to their leaving boxed walls to be released upon orderly civilization.

    It hasn’t even been a full year
    yet they been given a early break.
    Scanning the damages further,
    his lips trembles a bit,
    even though he’ll never admit.

    Heart rate beating an erratic drumming
    he previously waltz to!

    Blood pressure scaling veins in terror
    at the relative horror!

    Television was turned on (left on some kind of singular tube yet multitudes of stranger’s videos flashes across
    the screen.
    “Please stop” he silently pleads gripping both sides of his head. He’s hearing and sight assaulted from the tic tocking yet he didn’t noticed a clock in sight).

    “Shut it off”! His mind screams even though there’s no human in sight.
    He must be in some kind of shock!

    He (didn’t) instantly called to his wife
    (he’s instincts told him she had been
    abducted hours ago)!

    She must’ve been taken in a dazed haste or else she would’ve called him for help or caution him! Instead he was left to walk in without apparent warning into this
    horrific scenery!

    He was concerned about her welfare.
    Were they demanding enormous funds or taking possessions of
    her credit cards?

    His hand gripped his cell, he needed to locate her before it was too late!

    Before he hit even a digital,
    he caught sight of a makeshift note in red ink. He’s still shaken hands grasp it, reading the jerky print. It wasn’t speaking of a ransom yet the words only eased his tension a tad bit.

    As bittersweet emotions overwhelmed him, causing his tears to swell
    even though he won’t’ admit.
    It just one of life’s iconic twist
    and turns with a sweet butter knife.

    He realized his horrible disheveled but beloved kids were back home, on spring break. The realization of the bittersweet twisting in his gut made him wonder how many other unsuspecting fathers came home to
    a seemly crime scene
    and their wife missing?
    ©poetryly

    *EPILOGUE*
    Ok I’m a bit late for the date for Miraquill ‘s story challenge. This challenge was kinda of challenging to say the least (pun intended).
    Even though the ending sorta popped into my mind right away. I had to figure out what would come before it. You see the premise of the ending was
    inspired by
    my frustrations after watching
    some old episodes of
    Alfred Hitchcock Presents on MeTV.

    Some of his tv episodes still stand the test of time (I quite enjoy the twists) but there has been a few that have taken me on a mysterious ride only to end with either normalcy or a corny abrupt ending. I find myself saying
    something along these lines
    (at times out loud, I will admit lol)

    “What in the world😱,
    I watched all that for naught”!

    Ok, I usually say nothing but naught just sounded better lol. So I decided to take a stab with my pen my own version if I was a writer on his show back than.

    I hope at the end of reading, you’ll find yourself also saying with frustration

    “What in the world😱,
    I read all that for naught”!

    Than I poetryly have done
    Alfred Hitchcock’s Presents
    justice after all & unashamedly
    given myself
    a 🏆 for that alone😆


    **Please excuse any spelling errors…I grew weary of editing, etc
    As far as grammar…it’s not my strong suit😉 and I’m still keeping my 🏆😂

  • miraquill 3w

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  • mahtobpensdown 4w

    Kiri

    Kiri was terrified looking at her own reflection in the mirror. Her constant fear of growing old was coming to life. Some of her hairs had grown grey, her skin had left the charm of youth. She began noticing all the changes. "Time overtakes everyone", thought she as she was flabbergasted with the changes of old age... It dawned upon her to use her elixir for life and spin the wheel around to stay forever young!

    But alas, Kiri knew that some things couldn't be mended. Meddling with her own thoughts and thinking about nooks, she did not want to age so fast and go into the most tough phase of life where the body becomes home to a thousand health issues and even the close ones turn their face to show a strong back! She needed, she needed a way out to escape the old age - where will I find the secret to not grow old??

    Mingled with these thoughts, she stepped out in the verandah to have a look at her beautiful garden, the rose plant had withered away, not able to stand the tough sand storm that took pla yesterday evening ... Life .. life and death is a part and parcel for every living non-living thing! As Kiri digested this fact slowly, she moved towards her secret tunnel, climbed upon the trap door to disappear into the dungeons that existed below her house, which only she knew about!

    Kiri stepped into the dungeons which was full of wierd creatures and foul smelling stuff, even human carcasses and skulls that had kept her alive till date, she feared only the Power, the power which had cursed her of being alive for a full century to witness the whole uncertainty of a human life! As she was just a decade or two away from completing the tenure, old age had come into place

    Kiri then noticed her whitening hairs ..just a few to be measured on fingers, but she dreaded the last days having witnessed how humans had lived their old age to a great extention. She cut her thumb with a slit, dropping of a few ounces of blood, added a skull she had procured from nearby, mixed it with a few bones, added spiders into it and started concoction of a wierd smelling mixture. It kept boiling on the large earthenware kept on the old-fashioned stove.

    The mixture's killing smell fulfilled the dungeons atmosphere and Kiri was having a wicked smile, a truly brutal smile on her face as she prepared it! She added a few of very rarely found ingredients, a bunch of powders to give it some taste, animal skin and kept giving continue rotationals with a big wooden spoon to the mixture in the pot. As the stew was prepared, a devilish laughter spread in the dungeons, Kiri broke into a bit of musing laughter!!

    She took a cup of this syrup and let it cool down, opened the hidden and closed covers of the dungeons ; invited a giant snake that lived in the dungeons along with its enemy, the mongoose who came crawling and making a typical sound as they were friends with Kiri! She welcomed them with all hearts and gave them their share as they drank to their heart's content that concocted mixture. She was filled with a bream of a bit confidence and ability to face the approaching phase of life; decided to not leave the place until she fulfills the assigned duties.

    Kiri then stepped out from the dungeons, returning to her house, ready from the concoction and prepared to face anything that comes in life witha bit more bravery. The Power was watching all her actions and smiling to himself, feeling a bit proud of how much she had Learned in just one punishment! A few more years and the faithful would be back to serve the Lord again. Kiri knew that she had tasks to finish before she lets old age grip her and was determined to fulfill her master's desires to lend and mend the wrong doings on this planet before she returns to an infinte service of the Lord.

    Kiri realised that every norm, every living being is assigned with certain karmic duties and responsibilities, and cannot leave just abandoning them and must fulfill it to set an instance in this imperfectly perfect world!

    Learning - Just follow your karmic cycle, leave everything to the Lord! Believe!
    ©mahtobpensdown



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    Kiri

    ...Kiri was terrified looking at her own reflection in the mirror. "Time overtakes everyone", thought she as she was flabbergasted with the changes of old age... perfect world! ...

    ...

    Learning - Just follow your karmic cycle, leave everything to the Lord! Believe!
    ©mahtobpensdown
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  • likwidsay10 4w

    ..."Time overtakes everyone." Though she lived a healthy lifestyle the realist in her kept nagging her. The reality of mortality settled in and a strange sensation went through her body. With a sense of disbelief and anguish. Kirk never thought she'd live to be this old. The changes she saw were enough to make her feel unattractive. She exercised, she used moisturizers, ate healthy but the age all this body change came was in her late forties."I'm a cougar." She growled in the mirror. Her boyfriend Joey was twenty years younger then her. She started to go through menopause about a few months ago and it was hitting her hard. She never had children and thought of not being able to have any somehow made her feel less a women. Though she didn't see the upside where she didn't have to worry about unplanned pregnancy and older women sexually peak during this time. "Joey might leave for someone younger then me." She thought. She looked again in the mirror and opened her makeup box. Simple concealer, black eyeliner, mascara, and red lips. The simple French girl look. Red lips flattered ever skin tone. Today was going to be a hard day for her cause her sister died of breast cancer recently. Today she buries her in the ground. Her black dress fit her well. "I have quit the figure." She thought. Her black pill hat with a black vail. She put on black gloves as Joey walked into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around her waist and said, "Morbid fits you nicely." Kiri chuckled slightly and replied, "Oh, this little thing." She realized her staring at her changing appearance could've lead to some existential crisis but it still creeped up on her despite her best effort to remain hopeful. "Half of my life is gone." She said to Joey, "I don't believe in anything. I've never had faith yet my sister was a Christian. My mother was a white Wiccan. I'm kinda witchy like her." He said, "I know you put a spell on me with your mysterious dark ways." She chuckled again as he gently nozzled and kissed her neck. "You smell beautiful." Joey said. Kiri looked at the two of them in the mirror the stark difference between youth and elder were apparent. Her young lover, made her feel young but it also almost wasn't enough for her. She had to love herself a little more. She loved how he made her feel like she was the sexiest thing on the planet. Her experience made him stay with her. In life she was faithless. The thought of nothing after life was comforting. But the thought that her sister was resting in peace in heaven made her feel hollow in someway. Her mother didn't raise her sister or her with any religious upbringing. Her mom tried to include her in her Wiccan rituals but the thought of invisible spirits or an invisible God. Who she couldn't tell existed or not was silly to her. Her boyfriend Joey was a Christian as well. He never brought up his beliefs when she was alone with him or that he even loved Jesus for that matter. They'd been together for four years you'd think he would've said something by now. She continued to have an existential crises as death plagued her conscious. "Why do I exist?" She asked "Why?" She continued to ask herself until she couldn't draw a conclusion. A dead silence rang in her head. As no answer could be found. They headed for the front door and got into her car. On the way to the funeral she felt the menopause and the weight of her sisters death weighing in on her..She thought of how she.died, over dose on heroin. Her sister was an artist who lived life on the edge. Her abstract art made her well known. She made a comfortable living doing what she loved. Joey with concern asked, "Are you okay?" In which Kiri said, "Yeah." She answered, "You look kind of dazed." Joey said. They arrived at the funeral and there was a dark cloud that loomed over. It gave a chill in the air that made her bones
    ache. The preacher stated some familiar lines at the end, "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust." They dropped the casket into the ground. Where she threw a rose on the.casket and walked away Joey did the same. On the drive home tears welled up in her eyes. The thought her sister was gone was real and it hit her. tears started to fall down her cheek. She swallowed hard and sighed. Joey looked at her and comforted her. They got home and she went up to the bedroom and got undressed. Then looked into the mirror. Her sister was her twin. She felt disconnected from her sister. They always say twins feel each other and she no longer could feel her twin. She layed in bed and Joey cuddled next to her. He told her, "It's alright. She isn't suffering anymore." Kiri said crying, "Yeah but.now I'm suffering." There was nothing more he could do to comfort her but stay by her. She curled into the fetal position and hugged her pillow while Joey spooned her. She fell asleep. Kiri got up and got ready for her appointment. She was going to radiation treatment. Kiri has breast cancer in her left breast and the Doctors removed it. This caused her anxiety but Joey always managed to keep her upbeat. She looked into mirror at her aging body. :All this and nothing was learned, Absolutely nothing about life." except the biological things like age and death. She started to think about how life amounts to.nothing in the end. How all we had was this moment. She was scared to death but she put.on a brave face for.Joey, for herself. She opened her.makeup box and put on moisturizer, concealer, black eyeliner, mascara and red lips. She was bald from the chemotherapy, so she put on a brown wig and thought to herself, "Today I'm going to.live likes it's my last day on earth. Today is the first day.of.my life." She sighed and headed out the apartments door kissing Joey goodbye on the way out. She knew life was senseless but it didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it.

    ©Likwidsay10

  • mickykeyz 4w

    Kiri was terrified looking at her own reflection in the mirror. Her constant fear of growing old was coming to life. Some of her hairs had grown grey, her skin had left the charm of youth. she began noticing all the changes. "Time overtakes everyone", thought she. She remembered the days of her youth, which looked like some minutes ago. When she enjoyed every man's attention, when she had the 'time' to think about the fear of growing older. Years later, she found out what life truly is. 'Time makes us feel we still have all the time, while in reality, we're fading away little by little, until we finally leave..' thought she again as she stared at her reflection, noticing the dark spots on her face and the wrinkles on her hands. She knew growing old is part of life, but what she didn't expect is for it to come this early. 'It's too early!' This time, she yells at the mirror: 'I have not achieved half of my plans.' The tears came out effortlessly. She was pained that time didn't wait for her to achieve her goals. Only one thing didn't make her do it: FEAR. She was scared of starting and not finishing. She was scared of what her peers would say if she wasn't the best in her catering business. She knew her husband would support her, bit she was also scared of him leaving her if she starts achieving her goals and don't have adequate time for their relationship. 'Perhaps,' she thought as she adjusted her glasses. Time had also taken her sight. 'he would have left me if I started anyways.' Charles divorced her fifteen years ago, leaving her with more FEAR. Fear of raising Micah and Richard without any father figure. Now, she had lost on both sides.
    She vowed to tell everyone never to allow fear into their lives, because fear and procrastination work hand in hand to take time away from us.
    She kept thinking of ways to accomplish that as she leapt to her bed. Strength has left her bones, and made her lame.
    ©mickykeyz

  • miraquill 4w

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    Kiri was terrified looking at her own reflection in the mirror. Her constant fear of growing old was coming to life. Some of her hairs had grown grey, her skin had left the charm of youth. She began noticing all the changes. "Time overtakes everyone", thought she...

  • 333princess 5w

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    There is more to life.

    Each passing day was a reminder for Eric that he was caught in the cage of routine and he just didn't know how to break free. He would wake up every day and keep gazing at the horizon like an immobile rock. Then one day something interesting happened, as usual he woke up and went to gaze at the horizon but this time around he couldn't find the horizon rather all he could see was a perfect picture of his image and the life he could live if ever he decide to fight, in that very moment Eric discovered he can be more than just another human who always feel like an immobile rock.
    All he needs to do is push himself further and harder.
    ©333princess

  • john_a 5w

    Love or war it depends on you.

    Each passing day was a reminder for Eric that he was caught in the cage of routine and he just didn't know how to break free. he would wake up every day and keep gazing at the horizon like an immobile rock.
    Then one day, he found that he was betrayed and was kept in the name of promises, that is why he is not able to break the chain.
    He doesn't know how to make fake faces, with good smiles.
    Once he too was a young and fearless man roaming over the land.
    He was ruined by his honestly and loyalty towards the human of dual nature.
    His loyalty was towards the people of feelingless and deaf.
    Those people who don't know the value of human heart.
    Such people should not be placed in the heart because they only give me pain instead of peace. They don't value my feelings they will never make a stand for love and kindness, but they deftly claim it that they have done it for you, to make you feel that they too have the pain of your separation.
    In this small round world, if you have feeling for someone, you will approach them by hook or crook you will never shut doors on them, you will, you will never make a proxy with them. If you do such things just think what you are and what you show.
    “Everything is fair in love and war"
    Now I have to choose, weather love or war, but If I choose war over love then there will be no one to take bodies for the funeral.
    I am still in the middle of a war which is in between my heart and brain. I pray that I die before my heart gets defeat by my brain. I know once kind heart dies then I may not feel the warm blood on my hands. I don't want to rise the dead man from the depths. Now it all depends upon them, what they do and how they do to stop a full armed war which will drown them in a land of nowhere.
    Each passing day is a reminder for them. If I choose war over love then there will be no one to take the bodies for the funeral.

    ©john_a

  • pritds641 5w

    This poem is composed of my imagination. Here I have personified a 'letter'. As per me suppose, letter has no eyes to see, so whatever sound it can hear in its whole journey, described in my own away! But in the last I have added some emotions too, to attract the readers!


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    What, a Letter can Hear

    Scribbling sound by the fountain pen, stopped.
    Rustling sound arose off some papers.
    Pinning sound of these to bind along with.
    Banging sound of punch to stick the stamp.
    Murmuring sound of wish or pray or hymns!
    Rattling sound of chair, followed by a sip of water.

    Creaking sound of opening door hit twice.
    Flip-flop sound of slippers decreased gradually.
    Honking sound lagged behind all the way.
    Beep beep sound alerted of all precautions.
    Whoosing sound, gusty wind, passed by.
    Whispering sound implied, reached the post office.

    Jangling sound of the letter box, while touched it.
    Chinking sound as letter hit the metallic bottom!
    Whistling sound of train began the journey,
    Click-clack sound continued for several hours,
    Clinking sound of engine vibration, stopped.
    Hubbub sound outside welcomed to new station.

    Vrooming sound of vehicle which carried it.
    Dinging sound of cycle to bring it to recipient.
    Knocking sound on a wooden fragile door.
    Whooping sound from inside, as a response!
    Unlocking sound of door, someone peeked out.
    Skittering sound as hand came out of the gap.

    Snipping sound of tearing the envelope apart.
    Scratching sound while opening the letter out.
    Ticking sound resembled periodic incidents as written,
    Sighing sound of relief, exhaled with a deep breath.
    Kissing sound, and ushered the letter to her sanctum.
    Splashing sound of tears, turned a word, vague.


    A sentence was written to propose the recipient,
    Saying "I love you",
    But the tear dropped on the letter " I ",
    Now the recipient can see herself,
    In the reflection of her own tear.

    This was the best reply,
    Where she already had replaced herself, in place of "I"
    By help of that reflection on tear, in her imagination,
    And it stood like she loved him too!

    ©pritds641

  • miraquill 5w

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    "Each passing day was a reminder for Eric that he was caught in the cage of routine and he just didn't know how to break free. He would wake up every day and keep gazing at the horizon like an immobile rock. Then one day…"

  • jpwriter 5w

    Call me wind if you do please,
    As I'll be calm as a song in the cool breeze
    Just hold out your palm if you do need
    Stay strong growing tall as the two trees
    If you long for a love that you do Seek
    Know it's not wrong to move along when you do see
    That I am the wind, that begins waves on the blue sea
    I am him that is in, call me wind if you do please




    ©jpwriter

  • diparg 6w

    A long road lost in reveries,
    few random thoughts like traffic,
    distracted from thier destination.
    Misty morning had hidden
    the scarlet hue turning everything grey.
    There were no amazement
    in morning birds' chirps.
    The rain about weep at my window.
    Everything is scattered in my world,
    from my peace to my hair,
    in your absence.





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    Tu me manques.
    ©diparg

  • diparg 6w

    My Darling,
    This season also will pass,
    Like the summer and rain,
    The void will fill with something else
    or by someone else..
    In this vast universe where
    everything happens for a reason.
    So when things end,
    Don't wonder too much-
    about how and why.
    Remember to trust thee self,
    And turn the page,
    Explore a new chapter of life,
    With hope, with faith.
    ©diparg