Champagne spread over the rug hiding the bloodstains in its hue with an odour that spill all truths of segregation one by one as they are parts of the maze, with a visible reach of invisible scars.
As long as I could learn the fault rather I fell for more deceits that put me behind bars of the walls, I called the room.
The Dreamer, believing fantasies I have withstood. The Dreamer, do I even look like one? The Dreamer, half-dead during midnight. ~ the caption I mixed up with the sketchy fantasies.
The fan on the ceiling alarms every day as the bed shifted to its neighbour, the surfaces are far away as much as she. I attempt to reach there but the invisible hopes deteriorate the destiny collecting numerous wishes.
I sometimes make situations appear confusing to hide what I wanted to confess. Does this make me mentally unstable? Maybe little scared to say what I learnt in the recent past times when patterns over curtains in the drawing-room were satisfying as art and now a threaded view of parts nowhere linked to each other.
This my madness in books or thirst in cry yearning bright stars at night of the full moon with you by my side even it's six feet apart or more than that still you by my side.
An artist in love or sailor in the mid of dead life, throbbing within its corpse parted in varied speeches some reported to her way and some indirectly plunged to the clogged blood dripping into the pipe connected to the hand, tried to escape the ink of words with hefty unconditional rules of pain teasing love.
P. S. Here below the cup means lessened. It may have been long for I wrote on till I felt it better to close ^_^ And moreover to be true I felt it #lame. And also any mistakes do tell. @ak_anjali_daydreamzz Anjali di, I want you to read this and guide me if I am anywhere wrong or if the whole business is just a pile of rubbish. `_` And also in the intro I tried to use a different font and in case you don't understand the correct wordings are in on the image. @writersnetwork@miraquill@writersbay #nightc#wod#pod#latenightposts
reneewolfcrowdenunezI hope YOU won the contest on this one, although every one I've ever read, always has me on my feet,reading it aloud to my family, just so I can "hear" it again!! I was hoping you and i and a few of the other ladies, I really love here at miraquill but i left a message for you all and it somehow got deleted? maybe I said the wrong thing, lol anyhow.i LOVE this poem as I love each new unique ways of saying things that produce your beautiful poetry! I look forward to talking if possible, I want to share some exciting news, which i really needed right now!!I love you and i love your poetry!!
Tip toe she does in the darkness Wearing a shimmering silver halo , Gently she treads yet awakens The world with the light of her silvery glow. Fighting the twilight she appears Like an angel in the pitch black night , Her silver beams light up the world The moon bathes in her silver light . Silver the lake, silver the trees Silver everything she touches — She steals the banal sadness of the night Rescues the world from the sun’s clutches. As the moon shines on the desert Hear the silver camels’ tinkling silver bells, The stars shine for her from dusk to dawn The night fills up with sweet jasmine smells . The taste of sweet nectarines she brings All basking in her silvery glow , The taste of solitude she fulfills — One of longing and loneliness and woe . Silent and illuminated from within She travels forever looking for her beau , Quietly she lights up and reigns over the night The dawn silently but surely in tow
Didn't bother to correct my grammar Some parts are raw from my diary ☺️ I just added some information about behaviours as I think this entry fits the prompt I don't know about journaling, this is how I write it I appreciate everyone who will read this as it's a long post.
✒️Journal Entry: Nov. 23, 2019
"A Vacation in Baguio City"
*10pm. I'm ready to go. I sat on my seat inside this air-conditioned van, wore my jacket as it will be an 8 hour drive going to Baguio City. There are several people who will also join in this tour, by feeling the vibe, observing their behaviours, it feels awkward that I'm the only one who doesn't have someone to talk to. Most of them are couple. I wore my neck pillow, and headphone as they won't stop talking. I closed my eyes and my senses drifted away.
*12am. I woke up. I looked outside, there I saw the very dark night, the tinted window even added up to the darkness, yet the luminous full moon showed her beauty. Dazzled, I just stared at it, whilst the rhythm of the slow music engulfed my being, I feel so light from a good nap, I was close to crying by how serene this moment is. I looked at the couple beside me, they were watching a movie, the others were also sleeping. I slept back as it will be a long day later.
*6am. We arrived in Baguio City. I saw children looking cute on their pink jackets and shoes. They were enjoying the sight of their breaths. Curious, I also tried, and even giggled with the result. We transferred to a smaller cab, the girl with us changed removed her heels and wore sneakers.
*7am. We reached at the restaurant in a hill top. I saw a guy wearing a lose pants and lose shirt, tattoo on his arms, and just by looking at him, I thought he was a laid-back kind of person, and I was right when I heard him speak. "Let the elders order food first". He said to his wife (I guess). One girl, was calmly sipping her coffee while reading a book. The cover already made me know why she's blushing and smiling. I sat together with the people I am with, so I won't be lost as I am bad at directions. I heard the girl who changed her shoe that she want to take a picture in the balcony, since the view there was breath-taking. I suggested to take a picture of them, as my inner-photographer was hyper. Fortunately, they loved their shots, and others also asked me to take their pictures, I didn't mind, I liked how happy they are in the picture. They told me that they will also take a picture of me, the girl was fixing my clothes, I see how fashionable she is, she fixed my hair, and told me to smile wide. I honestly felt shy as their attention was on mine, they also smiled at me and to know I was out of my comfort zone for this moment was amazing.
*3pm. It rained. I never thought I would see myself shivering again. Most of the girls were complaining by how wet their jackets were, as we stayed in the park while they were taking pictures of the Pine Trees. We stopped at the cafe, I ordered two cups of hot choco. The lady in the counter was welcoming. I looked at the people inside the cafe, some were busy with their laptops, and some friends were just having fun. A guy in his shorts and shirt was having a business talk as they were talking of trades and sales. I was somehow shocked by how professional he sounds.
*10pm. We were brought to our hotel. They all had their own rooms as well as me. While writing this, I realized that the stereotypes of certain things brings a big impact by how we create our first impression on something. It's not bad to be girly, change your shoes according to your likes and mood, having a tattoo isn't showing you are bad, it's showing you appreciate the art of tattoo, taking pictures here and there shows how you're having fun, appreciates the view and store a memory not just in a device but in your heart. There were many kinds of people I saw today, different behaviours and personalities, yet their smiles are the same and it's that kind of smile that will uplift your heart.