#distant

166 posts
  • alfaazdilke 3w

    Yun tune akela chhod diya mujhe iss bheed mein
    Meri pasand naa pasand ka sirf tumhein patha tha
    Mann nahi nai dost banaane kaa
    Phir judaa hoke tootne se darr lagta hai mujhe
    Ek tum hi tho dost thi aur ek tum hi tho dil mein mere
    Ladjaungi poori duniya se , tere aankh mein aansu nahi aaney dungi kabhi Maa ...!!
    ©alfaazdilke

  • loftydreams101 9w

    Outside of Ourselves

    Flat-screens chatter through the empty halls
    All their words fall dead
    Beneath the afternoon’s weary sigh
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    No one speaks
    Nothing rises from the selfish ether
    And true cries of affection
    Burrow deeper into silence
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    Outside of ourselves
    The rolling plains grow cold
    Under withering groves
    Shedding flecks of gold
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    Something stirs within  
    In these desolate hours
    Fighting outward
    To be stolen by a cold autumn breeze


    © 2021 William Wright, Jr.

  • nexxtasy 10w

    I've enjoyed our mesmerising encounters underneath the captivating horizon.
    Casting overseas and within unknown galaxies our connection enlightens the madness of manifestation between our hyperactive minds combined.
    The intensity of this structure prevents me from uniting with another distant yet lost soul worthy of my purest potential.
    ©nexxtasy

  • porcupine 15w

    Distant (edit)

    Close but yet so distant
    Near but yet so far
    I can see a light
    But it's still so dark

    In my horizon
    But a hundred miles away
    Crystal clear view
    But the focus will not stay

    I want to reach out
    And hold you forever
    But seems like a force field
    Invisible but keeps us severed

    At times your eyes are inviting
    At the same time say beware
    Telling me to come inside
    Then saying you're not prepared

    Attracted like two magnets
    Between a transparent wall
    Wanting to come together
    But then things begin to stall

    The signs say stop and go
    On a road that twists and turns
    Hoping it leads to you at the end
    Because my heart it really burns
    ©porcupine

  • the_secret_pen_style 37w

    If you're happy seeing from a distance,
    Then let it be,

    Sometimes you can't bear things up-close.

  • dead_fealings 40w

    I can't tell what you're thinking,
    Please tell me what you're thinking.
    Last night we were more than fine,
    Just tell me if you changed your mind.
    ©dead_fealings

  • mighty_are_the_fallen 41w

    Brain Rot

    Theirs rot in my skull,
    Rattling around.

    When you die,
    Your brain shrivels up,
    A little wad inside your skull.

    Somtimes I shake my head,
    I feel that little wad,
    Coming loose,
    From behind sharp edges.

    My brain feels dry,
    Nothing can fix it.

    So I get high,
    And try to dismiss it.

    One day,
    I'll tilt my head to listen,
    And out from my ears,
    My little brain will fall.

    Sad and shriveled,
    Devoid of thought,
    All sustenance gone.
    ©mighty_are_the_fallen

  • roel_gonz 47w

    Even we are distantly apart
    I know you're happy
    and always thinking about mE
    We are both looking at the same sky
    ©roel_gonz

  • porcupine 49w

    Distant

    Close but yet so distant
    Near but yet so far
    I can see a light
    But it's still so dark

    In my horizon
    But a hundred miles away
    Crystal clear view
    But the focus will not stay

    I want to reach out
    And hold you forever
    But seems like a force field
    Invisible but keeps us severed

    At times your eyes are inviting
    At the same time say beware
    Telling me to come inside
    Then saying you're not prepared

    Attracted like two magnets
    Between a transparent wall
    Wanting to come together
    But then things begin to stall

    The signs say stop and go
    On a road that twists and turns
    Hoping it leads to you in the end
    Because my heart it just burns
    ©porcupine

  • pranalishah 50w

    - 2020 -

    2020, you were bittersweet
    in so many unspeakable ways,
    I learnt and lost many,
    I connected with distant and far away,
    I’m not sure how I feel about you, per se,
    2020, you were bittersweet
    in so many unfathomable ways...

    ©pranalishah

  • lightsofaksh 57w

    Distance

  • loverofthemoon_99 64w

    Haunted

    I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about you
    I’ve been moving on in life and I heard you have to
    I’ve been swimming in perfection and trying to believe
    That the decision I made was right for me
    I still remember those nights where we’d sit and count the stars
    Where you etched your fingers on my heart
    I remember the times we’d shared
    Even when I’m with someone else, I still care
    Now I’m haunted by your aura
    You would hold me in your arms and we’d talk about things that didn’t matter
    Now that I lay here and think about it, it makes me even sadder
    To think we could’ve been more
    But in every chapter there’s something different to store
    Haunted by your smile, I still would like to see it once in a while
    Even as I try to forget you, you reappear in my life
    Sometimes distant, other times full of light
    But my feelings I have to fight
    ©loverofthemoon_99

  • alxita 67w

    Delay because of short class and other disturbances ��

    A submission to a wonderful challenge by @mirakee_ki_naanima! As always, it turned out sentimental!
    Prompt tag: #daadisbae
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    ~~ Exodus ~~

    I always like watching iridescent lights,
    or gazing at the dazzling, dancing sun,
    while birds sing mellifluous melodies,

    // and us lying at the estival twilight //

    In a domicile of poems' livings
    A genesis of virtuous beings
    Lighting the lanterns during evening
    A vivid face of the one who's craving

    All the love faces its efflorescence
    Or the Great Depression in the cold sleep's essence
    Humming at a hundred million diamonds a day
    But never rich enough to tell you 'bout all the feelings it says

    I live in an exodus of life
    Where milky stars are rife
    But a hundred million light-years away

    I regress to the oldest centuries
    Just like photos saying we
    And an exodus comes hitting me

    And the tears come by, as I gaze to the efflorescent lights
    Sublimating endlessly in a bath of coldest nights
    An exodus of iridescence, a genesis of the one bird's flight
    You as a metaphor of flight, whilst me in fright

    Seeking solstices of life, and the zeniths of cloud nine,
    Looking them down from the underground
    A conclusion seems to evade in rounds

    I'll just turn you into a metaphor
    So I'll miss you more in my exodus
    Endearing all the vivid lights agaze
    In a domicile of poems' livings

    I always like watching iridescent lights,
    or gazing at the dazzling, dancing // you //
    while birds sing mellifluous melodies,

    // and us lying at the wintry twilight //
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    -- SUMMARY --

    An exodus is an outflow. A yearner of someone they love, who is currently distant or physically far away, may face an "exodus" of emotions for them.

    -- VOCABULARY --

    1 | iridescent - displaying rainbow-like
    2 | mellifluous - mellow; melodic
    3 | estival - relating to summer
    4 | domicile - a place to dwell
    5 | genesis - birth
    6 | virtuous - having virtues; righteous
    7 | efflorescence - blossom
    8 | rife - abundant
    9 | regress - to go back to a more primitive or worse state
    10 | sublimate - to pass from solid to gas
    11 | zenith - the highest point
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    #sentimental #wish #love #relationship #distant #yearn #sunset #light #stars #mirakee #alxitadailythoughts #alxita_august_twenty #pod @writersnetwork

    Aug. 24, 2020, 2:36 PM (GMT+8)

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  • alxita 67w

    ~~ 53 m/s ~~

    Calling me is pointless
    As a circle laid down
    A monologue down the river
    A million words sparkling glitter
    But the limelight's attracted
    The tears they bought for money, got distracted

    "They never saw the side of mine"
    "I wish they'll never see a sign"
    Those phrases echo all around the heaven's door

    "I wish they might have been aligned"
    "I wish they've felt this frown of mine"
    Those selfish wishes echo while the angels mourn

    Who am I to do this all the time?
    Thirty floors where I will climb
    And next fifteen seconds
    Flattened is the rhythm line

    Fifty-three meters a second
    Feelings all go across second
    But myself I've made second
    To where the truest poems end

    Fifty-three meters a second
    Tell the dearest that I've left the holy night
    To succumb to all the demons' fervid frights
    But my heart will thaw when I see myself going away tonight

    And a hundred calls will never get me back
    But I wish you've felt the rhythms that I've lacked
    When the times when demons paralyze me all over the rigid body's callous cry
    Just implant your post-script condolences when the rhythms go flat
    And a hundred fifty thousand sorrows still weeps grand

    Fifty three meters a second
    Thirty floors a real sight beheld
    They will notice when the flowers die
    Then that's the time when they will really care tonight...
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    -- SUMMARY --

    (For the second time, I wrote this as if I'm writing a song, don't know why .-.)

    53 m/s (53 meters per second) is the terminal velocity of a human. This is [personally] metaphorical for someone passing away, not taken by literal meaning.

    The piece is solely a metaphor for someone succumbing to a long-term condition, when that's the only time where the ones he/she truly cared for will truly give their care back.
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    #terminalvelocity #succumb #passaway #life #love #relationship #distant #callous #care #night #mirakee #alxitadailythoughts #alxita_august_twenty #pod

    Aug. 21, 2020, 10:35 AM (GMT+8)

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  • alxita 68w

    Delay! We had an online "orientation" meeting discussing our whole online class matters. I also had to reserve spots in my computer and gadgets for homeworks.

    So my classes will start on Monday, August 24! But I may write all the days' pieces in advance. �� You may head on to the piece!
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    ~~ Just Another Dynasty ~~

    Wishing you the eyes you take for granted
    Unknown to you, still assuming therefore
    To know, is to see what the diamonds shine
    Or my tears define the emotions shown
    To define is not to premise figures..

    But since you do so, I guess diamonds and tears do not interest your mind. Unspoken messages, hitting the "enter" button, choked and clogged from words stuck all inside, and to the dulcet songs disharmonic to you, sound gets rigged by the time it reaches to your "death" zone.

    And just about midnight striking, a minute passes at the midnight clock stuck because it doesn't matter anymore. I'll send you a thousand messages, but a hundred tears in ten seconds without one reply.. Maybe I'll cry.. Just another time, isn't it?

    And made all the spotlights and signs to you.. struggling to comply with your standards, because you assume.. that they are undefined, and will not please to your senses, it's just.. sad.. Struck and hitting all the piano keys, from the lowest to the highest; stuck under slides and swings in a playground without you..

    When the sunrise comes, you will see a disaster that is non-existent to you.. Since.. it's just another period of time.. Undefined will be everything and my tears and diamonds to you.. Should I move on? Swaying across a galaxy of thoughts, realizing you a thousand light-years away..

    Maybe you were honest with all those expressions you've displayed..
    But I just couldn't listen and accept to that..

    Maybe I was honest with all those expressions I've displayed..
    But you just couldn't listen and accept to that..

    // I guess it's just another dynasty of love //
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    -- SUMMARY --

    A melancholic and distant relationship may really hurt to some people. This reaches out to their feelings, that maybe the other person is no longer interested in moving on, all the time while you were still looking forward in your love.

    -- VOCABULARY --

    1 | dulcet - pleasing to the ears
    2 | disharmonic - marked by lack of, or no harmony
    3 | dynasty - a group of people related (like a family) which maintains a long-term powerful position
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    #love #distant #indifference #relationship #interest #life #regret #moveon #mirakee #alxitadailythoughts #alxita_august_twenty #ceesreposts #pod

    Aug. 19, 2020, 12:52 PM (GMT+8)

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  • m3l0dic 73w

    Old Memories Came Back To Life

    Do you remember me?
    Do you still have me in your memories,
    When you need a smile,
    A thought worth while!
    Or,
    Are you still sick of me?...

    I only ask because you're still in my mind.
    Haven't forgotten about that moment. Our hearts intertwined.
    So,
    I can only imagine that my image floats around during certain moments you have tears in your eyes.
    I promised to love you until the day that I die...
    Yet,
    I'm tired of hurting inside...

    ©m3l0dic

  • beingoldsoul 80w

    Detachment

    And then one day you become distant and cold. From everyone and everything.
    You don't cry anymore.
    You don't laugh anymore.
    You don't get angry anymore.
    You don't feel pain anymore.
    You don't feel anything anymore.

    You do these things but somehow very differently.


    You shut down emotionally.
    You don't want to attach or somehow hate to create more bonds.




    n-u-m-b?




    Don't know.

    But that's how you become after all those emotionally destroying incidents.
    The thing is you don't hate anyone still you don't love anyone like you did before .
    You stop trusting. You stop caring. You stop being the one taking the effort.









    You just stand there without moving when the waves hit you. You just stand there.




    ©beingoldsoul

  • shadymanuscript 81w

    Staying Distant

    I say "Try not to get too close"
    My emotions are far too hard to control.
    Impossible to reign in,
    If I feel the same kind of love that I give.
    It's out of my hands,
    When the flood comes and
    drowns out all of my sense.

    It stains and I cannot evade it,
    Never fully washed clean
    From the times I've gotten involved.
    I just want to stop feeling so lonely
    Without having to put my entire self on the line.

    ©shadymanuscript

  • ms_speechless 85w

    STAR-CROSSED

    They met after the lost count of years.
    The forlorn glances of discernment spoke tome of words which they never did.

    ©ms_speechless

  • thesoulscribbles 88w

    Distance doesn't bother me much,
    You being distant does!

    ©thesoulscribbles