#forgotten

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  • starkanonymous 2w

    the cost

    the trumpets of my apathy

    sound clear across the desolation

    of the battleground of my heart



    with wars waged, both - of love and rage

    and it's cost is fear and frustration

    soon the silent nightmare will start



    my life's become a notturno

    pounding the keys of deprivation

    but I would hardly call it art



    in a moments time, life will end

    mine, my dear, with no explanation

    or consolation shall I part



    I'll just fade away to the past

    a memory, an apparition

    drifting with the lost, welcoming dark






    7/13/21©starkanonymous
    @e.j.markt•writing|solutions
    (All Rights Reserved)

  • consciousteja 4w

    Vibe Carefully

    Everyone are friends until someone draws the line.
    With whom you vibe always can't always call them mine.

    When you start getting ignored you know it's time.
    With whom you vibe always can't always call them mine

    Let them be angry, let them call you child, you act kind.
    Forget them at once Search for peace and you will be fine.
    ©consciousteja

  • telestic_typewriter 6w

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    A light at the end of this tunnel,

    I see thoughts of you don't sting as much

    fingers no longer yearn to touch

    But one word, a whisper from you

    all resolve they bid adieu

    mind says it's over, further it doesn't get

    heart says not quite, not yet.

    PRITI DAS
    ©telestic_typewriter

  • lost_horcrux 7w

    Am I being forgotten

    Sitting in this old chair,
    Just makes me sleep for a moment,
    Pass the time only for ending the day,
    Which gives a lot of pains to be thought.

    I know that i am just alone now,
    No one can care myself like yesterday anymore,
    How i wonder i never be seen in this world anymore,
    'Cause i am too shy to express what i am sad for.
    A star from the midnight sky just stays above,
    Looking myself crying for uncertain wishes,
    Trying to make myself smile,
    Still so hard to believe it can.

    And the night already comes,
    A silent wind blows my hair smoothly,
    Trying to pacify myself not to be sad anymore,
    But it's too late to realize anymore.
    Maybe i am so easy to be forgotten,
    Maybe and i know it can be possible anytime,
    Just a question that i can keep it myself,
    'Am i being forgotten now? '

    How cruel this world leaves me like this,
    Never become one of them anymore,
    And i become estranged in front of people's eyes,
    Can't foresee what i had already planned anymore.


    #rant #forgotten #alone

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    And the night already comes,
    A silent wind blows my hair smoothly,
    Trying to pacify myself not to be sad anymore,
    But it's too late to realize anymore.
    Maybe i am so easy to be forgotten,
    Maybe and i know it can be possible anytime,
    Just a question that i can keep it myself,
    'Am i being forgotten now? '

  • lost_horcrux 7w

    Is there anyone there
    to help me see,
    help me remember,
    remember to be me?

    For I feel like now
    I am someone else,
    and I need some help
    to find myself.

    Sometimes my thoughts
    might drift away
    with the empty look
    I may portray.

    You think I'm doing nothing,
    but I'm doing my best
    to put my busy mind
    to rest.

    Always so tired
    trying to find the strength
    and keeping my loved ones
    at arm's-length.

    Never wanting
    my family to see
    that a once happy man
    has turned into me.

    #forgotten #myself #lost #tired

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  • stellaire_mystique 7w

    Some Mistakes Are Not Meant To Be Forgotten...
    As Somethings Are Not Meant To Be Understood...
    ©stellaire_mystique

  • heart_wrenching_stories 7w

    Thank you so much ma'am @luvnotes_challenge_host for hosting this amazing challenge. I saw it pretty late so couldn't officially participate in this amazing challenge but as an army my hands were literally itching to write something. Borahae �� #cees_bts_chall
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    Tell me, how can I not crumble when everything reminds me of you and how you are no longer here.
    Tell me, how can I live, when my only prayer is to worship the ground you walk in.

    Tell me, can I still be part of your beguiling galaxy? Or are you now in love with the magnificent Eris?
    Tell me, did you let the world forget my name or the amorevolous moon convinced you to erase it?

    Can you atleast hold my hand & tell me you will be my starlight when I wake up.
    Even if it's a lie.
    Even if this is the only way to see you.
    I'll accept this colourless goodbye.
    ©heart_wrenching_stories
    Date : 6/6/21
    PC : Pinterest
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    //If only I could, I wanted to ask you
    Why did you do that back then?
    Why did you kick me out?
    Without a name to myself, I still revolve around you
    Our goodbye is colorless, that unchanging color//
    ~ 134340�� by BTS (lyrics)

    134340’ is the 4th track in the album Love Yourself: Tear. I34340 is not a random number. It was assigned to Pluto when it was discarded as a planet and excluded from our Solar system. So it reflects on how Pluto felt when it was rejected by everyone and how a person feels when they loose their place in someone's life. We all have seen songs written about love stories which are eternal. But this heartbreaking song echoes the sentiment of someone who is forgotten. It's for those people who don't have anyone to reciprocate their love with. It is for those people who are always replaced by someone who is more magnificent than them. It's for people who still long for a lover who won't forget them. That's why this song is such a great source of comfort to people like me because it speaks to our soul. It speaks to my existence.
    #BTS #army #pluto #love #life #forgotten #mirakee #cees_bts_chall

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    134340

    Tell me, how can I not crumble when everything reminds me of you and how you are no longer here.
    Tell me, how can I live, when my only prayer is to worship the ground you walk on.

    Tell me, can I still be part of your beguiling galaxy? Or are you now in love with the magnificent Eris?
    Tell me, did you let the world forget my name or the amorevolous moon convinced you to erase it?

    Can you atleast hold my hand & tell me you will be my starlight when I wake up.
    Even if it's a lie.
    Even if this is the only way to see you.
    I'll accept this colourless goodbye.
    ©heart_wrenching_stories

  • aesthetic_lad 9w

    Feel

    Just because we don't say certain things, doesn't mean we don't feel them.

    ©aesthetic_lad

  • seized_by_stardust 9w

    What's more sad...
    Broken and thrown with tears
    Or
    Forgotten without intention.

    #mugs #broken #forgotten
    #mirakee

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    The mug broke. I woke up in the morning and my mug was lying on the floor broken. Sad.
    It was a birthday gift that I had grown very fond of now... Everyday, all the time I would drink water in this mug only... And it was lying in pieces there... Tears filled my eyes as I started this sad day.


    The mug was forgotten. I had a blue strips mug that was my daily companion during morning tea and night milk. Not to forget the saviour when no glass could be found around.
    Now that I am home and the mug in hostel... It's only when I started writing this that I remembered it.
    ©seized_by_stardust

  • rim_sh_a 10w

    Forgotten

    A week has passed
    Maybe a month
    Soon maybe a year
    Since I've been forgotten
    ©rim_sh_a

  • drishty_das 10w

    Fear(less)

    I fear to be that piece of poetry
    written on an old parchment
    hidden
    in between the pages
    of a book
    that has been
    long forgotton in the corner
    of the bookshelf.

    I fear to be that twig of leaves
    that has been,
    for years,
    pressed in between
    the pages of an old diary
    and now her veins are visible
    to your naked eyes,
    that you would abandon
    because she is too bare,
    too plain now.

    I fear to be that storm
    at night
    who rattles the windows,
    upturns the roots
    and fills everything with her tears
    only to be a regretful image of
    chaos
    in the day light.

    I fear to be the warmth
    of that soft blanket
    on those early rainy mornings
    when the pitter patter
    is comforting to sleep to
    which wont allow the feet
    to touch the cold floor
    and walk out
    to maybe see
    a rainbow.

    I fear to be that vase,
    that sits on a stool in my room
    with a long line of scar
    where she had once cracked
    into two parts,
    is often told to be thrown away
    because now she is just a broken
    piece of an art.

    I fear if they made a pill
    in Pink and blue
    to unlearn your fears
    and become comfortingly
    fearless
    I would take one
    everyday
    and lose myself to
    a continuing stillnes again.

    ©drishty_das

  • sheikh_huzaifa 11w

    Aik insaan hi hai
    Jo saab kuch seh jata hai
    Aur phir b chup rehta hai
    Saab kuch bhool jata hai
    Par phir b yaad kartay rehtay hai...
    ©sheikh_huzaifa

  • mooniverse 11w

    my bones always carry
    the all-consuming feeling of inadequacy,
    that stems from the fear of not being enough
    but how is it that it's not enough?
    when it is already overbearing
    that i can't contain its weight.
    the fear of being forgotten,
    worrying that it will always be me
    who has the last word
    because everyone else has already left.

    —suheena

    ©mooniverse

  • pragatigarg 11w

    Fate of a flower

    Dropped a flower from a twig
    Toppled with a swing
    Departed yet delighted she is
    To see the world what it is
    Lying there with a thought
    What her fate would be
    Will be picked or forgotten?
    Will be held or thrown away?
    Will decorate joy or sorrow?
    Living or dead?
    Maiden or old ?
    Will be written and recited upon
    Or else be forever gone ?
    ©pragatigarg

  • mallika10 11w

    Residues of past always remain
    even after having been distracted or might have forgotten

    ©mallika10

  • heyoka_warrior 11w

    The Harvest

    A seed sown in darkness of the abyss
    Grew, sprouted its leaves and blossomed;
    Flowers facing the sun—
    Who would've thought I'd turn into a tree?
    Roots deeply buried, I'm a vintage green;
    From ashes to beauty,
    From darkness to light;
    I am healed, I am revived!

    Awakening, expanding, ascending...
    My vines are reaching the heights;
    Wings breaking free from chains of bondage,
    Waking up from a comatosed state;
    My true destiny forgotten in witchcraft,
    Covered in the black veils of sin and curse;
    Door opened, light has broken in;
    Rainbow smiling upon me.

    I am flying, flying away!
    My soul sees God's face one more time
    And I shall see forever and ever;
    Survived the blazing fires of hell,
    My spirit's rising to the rhythm of my heart's song;
    The notes of music are dancing in the air
    At the sight of my Savior lover.

    The fruits are ripe, the linen smooth and white;
    Lie in wait and look up, time is little;
    The feast is bountiful, reap the harvest,
    O angels of God, strong and mighty;
    Sound the alarm, blow the trumpets!
    Your babes are coming home, Abba,
    Your babes are coming home;
    Revival to your whole house;
    The harvest is here,
    The harvest is ready!

    ©heyoka_warrior

  • little_sad 13w

    Sometimes we forget the happiest time of our life, but there's still that little someone who used to be happy with just simple things.
    That little someone who never have trouble sleeping,
    But the little someone is been forgotten somehow,
    I lost her between nightmares and reality.

    ©little_sad

  • slaughtered_heart 13w

    You look so beautiful every time
    I picture you in that bridal gown,
    like an angel walking on earth...

    But I will never get to see you in
    that dress , I know you will never
    invite me to your wedding.


    ©slaughtered_heart

  • stories_by_mohit 13w

    //FORGOTTEN SONGS//

    I miss how those instruments used to play when they created my favorite melody.
    I miss how my lips used to mum, when I sang my favorite song with all my heart.
    I miss how my legs used to move when I danced on the rhythm of my favorite beats.

    It's all in the past now,
    My love for love songs
    My desperation to learn every line of it's lyrics
    My ability to Humm it in worst of situations.

    The songs, the melodies and the beats
    They feel forbidden, far from reach.
    Locked in a vault, in some remote island.
    Forgotten like childhood memories
    Childrens we used to play with in the park till dawn.
    School teachers who used to give us chocolates as rewards.

    Forgotten with time,
    Replaced with grief,
    With sadness,
    With life.

    My love for love
    Now forbidden as songs of melody
    Once Used to make me smile.

    @stories_by_mohit

    @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork

    #forgotten #world #songs #love # stories #storiesbymohit

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    F O R G O T T E N

    There is nothing deeper than the pain of loosing interest in something which once was your source of joy.

    ©stories_by_mohit

  • slaughtered_heart 15w

    I remember you like
    a thousand times a day,
    I don't know whether
    my existence even
    matters to you...

    ©slaughtered_heart