Miraquill
Nothing! Just Mood swings
When anxiety grows in me
And despair roots deep in my soul
I close my eyes and try to shut
All the memories flashing on the screen of mind
I put my hands on ears so that I couldn't hear
All the voices screaming in my brain
I want to stop my breath
So that I couldn't inhale the toxicity around.
Deep inside I'm so full of pain
I wanna wash all the things in the rain
So that I could see afterall
The seven colours of rainbow on sky.
So that I could regain all the my hopes
That are desperate like evening sun
My soul is hurt and demented
But I hope I'll soon feel contented.
©its_smn
#despair
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Along his heart
He picked a pen to ink her beauty,
As lost in words for appraisal,
Creating a world of possibilities,
Story that legends foretell,
Lost in his dreams of such,
Untill his world turned nightmare.
Lost in woods he found,
Story that'll haunt forever,
Creating a place in earth,
As lost his muse to sorrows,
He picked a shovel to bury her innocence,
Along his art.
©thoughtsofafracturedmind -
Holding on to that tangled rope
She looked at him with a ray of hope,
The echoes of her misery resonating in her head
Took the form of every tear drop she ever shed,
Pleading him not to burn her soul in the flames of despair
She begged to put an end to his silence that's haunting her like a nightmare.
©solitude_soul -
princessluna
1w
Fate Of Our Own Sins
With the river of Blood, the whole world will tune in.
Aggression will kill thousands,
And so will Greed.
Lust will suck out the blood of babies.
Envy will paint their hands red.
Pride will be struck by lightning.
The clouds of melancholy will spread across the sky.
Darkness will engulf everything,
And nothing will be left except tears of despair, pouring down from the sky.
© baisakhibhattacharya -
And nowadays
Oh! Love
I cry myself to sleep
Not knowing Why?
Not knowing How to stop?
And a vague prayer fills my mind
"Just make it stop" it says
"And I promise to never love again"
But the only word that leaves
Is still just a name
©pouredonpaper -
What if someday fingers of MahaVishnu wanted to create,
A cast of beauty and a tragedy of fate,
Eyes of a doe and skin of caramel,
Heart of glass and joy as ephemeral,
World watched in awe and a sense of pain,
Beauty engraved in curves and happiness in vain,
I watched from afar and with a mesmerizing view,
What if that tale of beauty and pain was, my friend, you.
©dreams_in_moonlight8 3 1
- dreams_in_moonlight @misty_2004
- misty_2004 Beautiful ode !!
- dreams_in_moonlight @misty_2004 thank you
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Save Me
Restless days,
And sleepless nights.
I wish I didn't have to live my life.
Everyday is full of strife.
I could never leave you all behind.
I am strong.
I am weak.
I am something in between.
I fool myself with a smile,
It helps me to stay strong for a while.
I have no rock, I have no boulder.
I wish I could cry on someone's shoulder.
I've been broken,
I've been shattered.
Upon your face my blood has splattered.
I bleed it out,
And I'm restored.
I feel like a dead fish who has washed up upon the shore.
My heart is damaged,
My heart is sore.
But I always find it in me to live some more.
If you are rich in heart then I guess I'm poor.
I feel lifeless in my core.
©angelssymphony7 1
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Covid india
At first
News covid 19
people =something happening _ precautions =ok
2nd wave
News=People are dying lack of oxygen ,beds
People=precautions =100 percent
It gets very painful when news becomes faces and people dear to us
Countless life's lost
Families shattered
And so many people had their life long savings spent
Now=ok now lockdowns are in effect. People wearing mask. And praying covid gets over soon and please no more life's lost
India can't handle anymore loss
.Request =if u see anyone suffering emotionally or financially .try to help them .that's the least we can do
Praying for no 3rd wave
©shalia -
Reversal
Let's close our eyes,
Pretend the stars aligned,
That it's a clear sky,
The dark was a shadow of light.
Can we undo this moment,
Sew up a reality of lie?
Memories undone,
And words unsaid.
What if time's undone?
Hurting you, not me?
Will you be upset and judge?
Or will you understand?
Let's call it hope;
For now and for you.
A hope that's poison,
Sweet and potent,
A lie that likes being consumed;
The lie called time.
Sweetness linger now,
Around me than anywhere.
Am I consuming the poison?
Was I being lied to?
Or was I the lie?
To know means to wake up,
And see what's hidden,
In the shadows and in the light.
But can I take it?
Or will I break?
And I heard it:
Just don't open those eyes,
Not Yet.
©brown_ocolus -
That good thing.
The good thing of begin a broken heart with broken wings in a shipwreck of a flying ship.
Is that you learn to see all the broken hearts that lies around you, ironically we all lost in the same myst but also we are all alone.
Wondering all by ourselves trying to reach the exit, ignoring that the only way to get out of the myst, is lying inside of all the ones that are lost with us.
Only helping others to be free of this dark vail we call loneliness we found ourselves free of his dark claws
©vhelmont -
earl_maurice
5w
Broken Grail
Like an old drinking glass I lay on the floor in pieces, and beyond repair. You wouldn’t know how beautiful I once was by looking at me now, only the mess that I’ve become.
You wouldn’t know that kings, artisans, and scholars had sipped the wine of wise inspiration from me.
How could you know?
How could you know that I had quenched the thirst of queens in times long ago?
A masterpiece of craftsmanship, I once was called. Now I am empty, and broken.
©earl_maurice
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broken_witch
5w
Trying..
Trying my level best...
But yet,
There's the rest...
Making life,
A difficult test...
Scraping away at me,
Like a lemon losing its zest...
Falling down, getting crushed,
Giving up on all hopes...
Yet, holding it all, close to my chest...
Because,
I'm trying my level best...!
©broken_witch -
Broken yet Strong...
As I sit & try to write,
Hopelessness engulfs me;
Unable to form a coherent thought,
My despair hits me...
In my own company I find peace,
It's like loneliness is my best friend;
I find solitude better,
Cuz in front of no one, can I bend...
Yes, my ego is supreme,
But that does not make me mean;
Circumstances made me what I am,
This is not how forever I've been...
Still reeling from my past,
My wounded soul screaming;
Oh, how I wish this wasn't life,
But just me dreaming...
Falling down, breaking, grieving,
Through everything I've borne, I'm still breathing;
Alive on the outside,
But inside I am dying...
No matter how desperate I feel,
Never in front of anyone does a tear roll down my cheek;
I can't let myself be so exposed and vulnerable,
I can't show that I too, can be weak...
For in this world to survive,
You need to be brave;
Whatever you may wish,
Whatever you may crave...
- _Broken Witch_
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andrewmell
6w
Bleeding Quiddity
Tell the tale of a heart in ache,
Pumping liters of scarlet throe.
Ceded it's feels for wight's sake,
Ousting it's mirth for some woe.
Rehearse what've been said,
And expose what's concealed.
Cover the flesh with pure red,
Snithe what was to be healed.
Recall that which was done,
To make a gullible heart ache.
How deeds from long agone,
Can twist the brave ashake
Let be know to hir,
That a heart in ache.
Only instills fear,
So wary and awake.
Let be known to her,
That a heart in ache.
Is even way weaker,
Than a straw to break
Let be know to him,
That a heart in ache.
Beams a light so dim,
That it's easy to forsake.
Let be known to me,
My heart is in ache.
Love is a tragedy,
As harsh as fake...
My heart is in ache...
More than i can take...
But love is not fake...
'tis a drop in a lake...
©andrewmell6 1
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6w
Cast Out
On the verge between land of the living and land of the dead.
Stood from each side one of the newlywed.
The spouse short after the nuptial mirth,
Came the reaper claiming her bosom.
Her heart was weak way befor birth,
And festivity hath not spared from snithing her blossom.
Groom alone short after obsequies grief,
Came to the reaper asking for rest.
For his felicity was sourishly brief,
And sorrow've had of him the best.
The wroth bride on her side felt hapless,
Thoughts of the verboten crossed her mind.
To be made on a glory day ardorless,
Was indeed doomed of a sign.
The groom faced the reaper and said,
My soul be yours conciding i join my love.
The grim by his scythe cut his head,
And uttered: "once below forget the above".
The bride then an ariel implored,
Asking for a last breath.
The fairy, her life to the bride bestowed,
But once alive she shall never taste death.
The suitor probed Elysium and hell,
Chasing the one that got away.
He found of her not even a cell,
Just a piece of her wedding array.
The bride scoped all leading evidence,
In quest for her beau.
All she found pointed to his evanescence,
Such as a rotting trousseau.
The groom then realised his debacle,
That he would never return home.
The bride knew the obstacle,
That her decision was one of a gom.
On the verge between land of the living and land of the dead,
Stood the fence that could only instil dread.
The hex of an unholly love with no apprise,
Brought otiose to one and the other demise.
©andrewmell -
Loser's scream...
Ocean of despair ; drown me
Flames of agony ; burn me
Needles of remorse ; pierce me
Why am I still alive...?
My inner demons ; kill me....
©uduli_ -
"I am now"
every morning brings hope,
yet,i can feel unfortunately
it's not for me at least.
although i keep on hoping.
hoping to have a better day
ahead when i wake up.
sometimes however it happens
but most of the time,it just doesn't.
Despair and agonies seem to be
my alternative shadows,which never
leave me,not even in darkness.
I die every moment,still hopes try
to keep me alive,making me think
maybe it would get better,who knows?
then dead me feels alive again the other
second,which again turn the same as before.
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- lovenotes_from_carolyn This is very well written and expressed, yet also very heartbreaking. ♥️
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Lonely Night
In the night we despair
To the loneliness that
Lies within you and me
We see the truth behind the veil
In the night we are the king and queen
Sitting on a throne of thorns
Looking ahead to the swirling sallows
Of a tree bowed down in defeat
The moonlight shines upon the thorns
Making them glow like diamonds
Only when you touch you feel the pain
Of something you thought was yours to gain
We wait for a being impervious to
What the eyes behold
Who may come and take our place
Give us some saving grace
Then the night may not be our fate
We may walk towards the dawn
Lumbering towards the wet grass
And may feel happiness alas
©thesoletraveller -
nadii_o
8w
Overthinker
It happens very often but I control myself,
I question my existence and I question who I am? But I assume it's normal because people have it worse so thinking that it's not, is not really worth.
Do you get this feeling as if you will break down? So you think about the future, think about the people you love the ones that you know, so the reason you survive is for them and not for you.
You may call it pathetic, you may call me a people pleaser, but my mind is at war? I'm not alone then, I may be at ease. it's truly just for my own selfish greeds, but I tell myself that I'm good and that I got this.
Let's be honest, NO one does! no one has "got it" and no one will get it, because everyone has a different experience however similar it may have been... it's still unique in it's own sitting.
You can wait for that, 'someone' or just move on. Life and time it DOESN'T wait for anyone.
Experience will 'always' be different, in due time you grow and blossom... and life? it will ripen until you go back to your original form.
Whatever it may have been soil, spirit, rebirth or Nirvana maybe just blank inexsistence sleeping a slumber of peace and quiet! beacuse life is an oasis, an oasis of something which we never got to decide.
©nadii_o -
The Epilogue of thunderstorms
It was a stormy night,
Rained hard, like cinematic just before a fight.
No one had clue, what i might do !
Despair , its nothing new.
The thunder broke the silence
You broke my heart,
Lightning shattered the sad fragments of sky
You shattered my happy ones as i lie,
Awake through the calamity,
I couldnt get a grip on reality.
Maybe i can make the dark a friend,
So that i can postpone, today's "The End".
Keep an eye on the weather,
I smile like they never seen me cry. No, nah, never.
©ameyakolhatkar
