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  • nocturnal_enigma 7w

    It must be...

    October. I joined Mirakee, 3 years ago, on 4th October 2018. I was admitted to hospital & psychiatric ward during October 2020. Then, discharged 2 months later, December. Next month is November. Moments to remember.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 7w

    #start #foreverc #fallingc #cloudsc #apologizec #smokec
    #brokennessc #almostc #octoberc #timetoleavemylove
    @milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake I ended same line !

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    7 Oct 2021 11 am

    (Beatrice means - she who makes happy )

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    Beatrice to Beethoven

    I love night walks, I've always loved the streets stretching long and wide before me, luring me to measure the distance between my love and my destiny, which stays hidden amidst white lights, pink frames and pied piper's songs. Even tonight I'm walking, with half a mind to stop, just return back home and the other half urging to walk until I surpass this scenery. The one which will be engraved on my mind in bold tints of hues - a buried symphony of rain(tear)drops.

    Loud zephyr surged through birches lining the asphalt. Lonely footpaths are piling heaps of dried dreams, that once had palmistry of a prospering future. Just like the rosy lines on my pale palm, they are fading and blurring. Leaving mere marks that resemble scars of being alive. Maybe they'd never disappear. Maybe they'd stay forever on me. Reminding me that I once had umpteenth possibilities, all of which got flooded by unrestricted emotions.

    The ache in my heart is tracing branches of thunderstorms lighting the darkening night sky in flashes. It all started from a single drop, that leisurely rolled off my forearm, slowly. Falling, falling and then hitting hard on the concrete crossroad. Welkin left no raindrop orphaned. More of those tragic pearls fell like an ornament of the heaving clouds. 

    Fogged streetlights adorned divinity as if a halo, blessing otherwise pitch black way. With every step I took, I let some tear drops cuddle the enlarging puddles on my way. Some steps deliberately stomped on fallen leaves, unwilling to lock away my distress. 'It must be October', my hazy mind tried to reason, why my pathway is paint-dipped in crimson-maroons and amber-bronzes. Just like my red-rimmed eyes and scar-studded thighs. 

    A heart that once poured love like marvelling monsoons have now closed off with raging smoke, a clouded mind.
    It's almost impossible to believe that he's unaware of the ways he's transformed 'from beaut to beast'. His hands tremble so hard if he can't refill poison pools in the glass bottles. Mirrors showed him neither reality nor fantasy. Music is no more his high, notations are mind maps to hell, a trepidating trap. 

    Echoes have left him aeons ago, whispers can't reach him even within hairline distance. Trumpets and drumroll veiled silence, piano poignantly ponders, violins wail intermittently. Euphony unreachable, cacophony undeterred. All that left was a mirage of eutony, not even approachable. And caresses have withered as soon as winter bound him in frore, lending me blossoming whiplashes.

    I stayed by him like a shadow that has taken an oath of solemnity. But there's only so much I can do when none of my attempts could disclose his despair. He was hell-bent on pushing me away. Would promises wither if their voices travel back to their origin ? Would love disappear if the hearts unwind their own beats ? Would forever fall down to never-again if brokenness gravitied the fall ? Who is to apologize to whom, if both are hurt and keep hurting each other ?

    This wretched rain has drenched me depressed yet my heart is shielding a drought rooted in loss. This scenery is fated to fade in forlorn.
    And every foggy breath I exhale is chanting a farewell to my once-wished-eternal-spring -
    " It's time to erase this scenery.
    It's time to leave, my love..." 

    / I couldn't be a Beatrice to his Beethoven
    For I'm Betrothed to Brokenness /


  • art_to_heart 7w

    It must be October...

    When you said forever I didn't think keeping track of time was relevant,
    But now as days turn into weeks, and weeks into months,
    I can see it crystal.
    Of course it's October.
    I have been waiting to feel different,
    Maybe October shall do it.
    I thought the more I kept score of time,
    The more I would forget about all the memories,
    I know you deleted our pictures,
    But am still staring at mine,
    It's finally October,
    Heartbreak anniversary.

  • _firefly 8w

    The sky collapsed above my head
    and all the stars broke and bled white,
    painting fog in the October's twilight.
    My heart kept concealed inside the
    hidden drawer under my writing table
    along with all the shattered things
    your forgoing footsteps left behind,
    started oozing all the crimson pain
    caused by your irreverence towards
    my pious affection for my scarred skin.

    The metaphors fell out of my poems
    and all the words broke and bled black,
    painting bleakness over creamy ceiling.
    My poetries written above olden paper
    parchments, laid on my dusty bookshelf
    trapped inside the labyrinth of cobwebs.
    Blasphemous wind swept me off my
    frail feet, reluctant to walk another step,
    infected with pyrexia and hopelessness,
    under the dawn, rusted with forlorn
    presence of affliction and so (deeply) cold.

    /pain is reborn inside my healed scars,
    it must be october,
    bringing back the unkept promises
    and incomplete forevers./


    #end #wod @writersnetwork thank you ❤ #octoberc @writersbay #fireflywn

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  • fizahfiz_ 8w

    Life is like a book,
    There's a chapter that sad,
    There's a chapter that happy,
    And some are exciting.

    Life can be poisonous,
    And death venomous,
    As soul turns to a blank page،
    And heartbeats in a frozen cage,
    But you are the antidote.

    Late are never those,
    Who still walk on Earth,
    But those who lay beneath,
    A time comes to give choices,
    Between turning the page,
    Or closing the book.

    Never feared for anything,
    Never chained but never free,
    A light that healed the broken heart,
    Turn the page,
    Lived a life so endlessly,
    As another chapter is closed,
    But never closed the book,
    Still another page is turned to make the present past,
    The present that will lead to a future of new chapter,
    A new month,
    It must be October,
    October days strong like a rock,
    And the next weeks filled with fulfilled with dreams and love,
    And not with Octrouble.

    #octoberc #wod #miraquill
    @miraquill @writersbay @writersnetwork @writernetwark

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    Book of October


  • cobaltbluink 8w

    THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LIKE, COMMENT & EC @writersbay #octoberc @miraquill @writersnetwork


    The wind carries me around like a
    Plastic bag chucked in refuse
    Sometimes softly blowing me away
    At others slamming me to the ground
    The wind kicks me around like tumbleweed
    In cold unwelcoming wildernesses
    I think from the way the wind carries me
    It must already be October.

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    The wind kicks me around like tumbleweed
    In cold unwelcoming wildernesses
    I think from the way the wind carries me
    It must already be October.

  • sheez_happiee 8w

    It's a cool weather, only to remind me how cold this world can be. How harsh cold can be.
    I plan to stick on to my resolve today. ' I can and I will ' it seems to be the old and rusty words that hold so much truth and energy.
    #octoberc @writersbay

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    It must be October for my heart worries as my window is not rainkissed but sunkissed.


  • sproutedseeds 8w

    #octoberc #writersbay#writersnetwork

    Environment is glittering like gold
    A new bride getting ready
    to rejoice in her new colours
    ready to leave her family
    shedding her old thoughts
    to begin new life
    flying with the wind
    dressed crispy and looks happy.

    The concert between the
    crispy leaves alongwith the
    wind singing in chorus
    brings joy and harmony to
    the new beginning.
    Orchestra of Autumn
    playing the tunes.


    @writersnetwork thank you for the repost ❤️

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    The concert between the
    crispy leaves alongwith the
    wind singing in chorus
    brings joy and harmony to
    the new beginning.
    Orchestra of Autumn
    playing the tunes.


  • the_fragile_broken_and_lost 8w

    Shedding to Make Anew

    It must be October the trees can't make their mind up over the color of leaves they will lose. Indecisively falling apart as the drop to the ground. Shedding to make anew. Reaching in to an ascension coming out the other side never knowing what mindset you will be in. Just hoping it helps & shedding to make anew.

  • piu_writes 8w

    It must be october there is something about the sky , It smells of the dhoop and aggarbatti fragnance, kash flower is flowering in the fields, heralding mother Durga's arrival people and children awaiting with batted breath ,exicement is in the air you can feel it rippling, pendals are being built final touches to the God's idols being made, Preparations of Devi puja and Garba gatherings , fasting as well as feasting, walking barefoot for miles to get the Devi darshan sublime , new clothes festivities follow and faith wins every time •

  • bohemian_ballerina 8w

    It must be October, for
    The petrichor smells vibrant
    Amidst the cemetery of dead poets
    And your valiant love still blooming
    Into a blossom of pure Love.


  • iam_ssk 8w

    02nd October @ 3:55 p.m.


    "It Must Be October
    For Those Frangible Syllabus
    Of Her Favourite Poetry
    Changed It's Hues
    Into Fading Autumn To
    Write The Long Awaited
    Love Letter For Him."


    #color (maybe)

    Do Theer Se Ek Nishan.

    Ek Theer Se Do Nishane.

    @writersnetwork Thank You For The ❤️
    @writersbay Thank You For The ❤️
    And Lovely Comment. ��

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  • mahtobpensdown 8w


    In an October evening, all colors came together for a fest for it was the season of festivals to began worldwide �� As the munchkins started eating their favourite food of chemicals to get healthy again for many to use, a sudden abrupt noise of quarrel where the whole platter of the most favorite chemical of all colors was thrown off the table.

    The fest of colors was met with a wide argument between Red and Pink as to who was supreme!

    Red - I am the color of divine, everybody loves me for I am used in weddings and important times

    Pink - I am favourite of all kiddos, particularly girls and girls are an imprint of the Goddess!

    Orange - What is bad in me? ( cheering in)

    Others also joined slowly ...

    Green - I am the color of nature, everyone loves �� nature

    Blue - What about me then? I am water, very basic needs of all!!

    Yellow - Yellow yellow yellow I am such a good fellow! ( Laughing tells)

    Purple - p u r p l e ( slowly telling each letter)

    Grey - Grey is the style color coz m so different!

    White - ( ahem ahem) you are a mixed color dear

    Black - exactly! What came first was me!

    The favorite dish lau scattered on the fest table and floor as all colors were engaged in a fierce battle of who was the best!

    Alas, no one could understand the combination of all was a rainbow �� , a Vibgyor and how beautiful the world felt because of the presence of all of them!

    A bright light entered the dinner feast. It must be October thought lord Sun �� as it came to the colors fest for they would not have quarrelled! As the might Lord shined with full intensity and vigor, all colors became quite and remembered the presence of the Supreme!

    Everyone went quiet and also understood their mistakes! The light was conquered darkness and made balance. Similarly, the colors also balanced by co-existence for they made the whole world a happier place!

    The Sun bought a cuppa of icecream for all colors and the color fest ended happily with everyone full of tummies to give new brightness to this sunshine ☀️ world!!


    #color #wod #octoberc #dailychallenge #challenge #pod #repost #ceesreposts #repost #writer #thoughts #imagination

    @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay @ak_anjali_daydreamzz @odysseus @black_pearl_ @sproutedseeds @vibrant_writer @monikakapur @raghavendran

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    The fest of colors was
    met with a wide argument ...

    (Please Read Caption)

  • words_flake 8w

    #nehabhavsar #nehabhavsar_quotes #mirakee #miraquill #wod #writersbay #writersnetwork #Octoberc #color

    Monsoon is saying goodbye
    By welcoming sun to shine bright
    Time to keep umbrellas, raincoats, gumboots again on attic by unfolding suncotes, goggles and hats..
    ''It must October''

    A month of
    Autumn festival
    Navratri and many more
    ''It must be October''

    My favourite colour
    appear on trees
    Pumpkin colour leaves
    ''It must be October''


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    Monsoon is saying goodbye
    ,welcoming sun to shine bright
    Time to keep umbrellas, raincoats, gumboots again on attic by unfolding suncotes, goggles and hats..
    ''It must October''


  • writersbay 8w

    Use the phrase “It must be October” in your write-up.

    Tag and share with #octoberc

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    It must be October, the trees are falling away and showing their true colors.

    – Charmaine J Forde