Miraquill
Silence
When the sunlight peeks through the slit
between the faded green curtains.
When the speckles of dust glow in the light,
dancing it's fluid, slow waltz in the air.
When the light paints my face and fingers,
as I grasp aimlessly at the dust.
That is when I cherish the silence most.
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#quiet
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jcksttn
5d
Here. I’m taking time for two. Feeling the wind blow through. Sitting here for you.
I feel a little lost. The world passes by like the early morning frost. Time moves quickly but I’m standing still12 0
Quiet
It's difficult to explain so I stay quiet
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jcksttn
1w
After some days pass. A thick fog descends upon my mind. My eyes become like the windshield of a car after a cold, frosty night. My every being drips down to its subatomic particles. They feed into a melting pot of emotions. This can crock has been stewing on high for far too long. Eventually, it all reduces to a hot sludge. A defiant and unyielding muck. Sticky and bitter to the taste…. I think I need a good soak. To let hot water seep into all my cracks like rain in the desert. Hopefully, this will dilute my sludge and carry it away. I may just have enough time to clean the pot Before another day like this one creeps in from the shadows.
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jcksttn
1w
Time is sacred and unforgiving.
An arrow from a bow.
A complex tapestry, seemingly stitched by those outside time itself.
Is my story already depicted?
Am I simply a spectator, suspended in this soft vessel?
Playing my part in this game of life.
To what extent can I influence?
My thoughts manifest from the unknown depths of my inner pool.
These thoughts become my actions - Were they meant to be?
Nevertheless, the consequences, good or bad, are mine to handle.
I wish to ascend above time itself
Join those stitching the cosmic tapestry.
Perhaps I’ll leave gaps on purpose
I’ll call them specs of free will.
Allow moments for the consciousness to weave its own patterns of infinite possibilities7 0
Besabar se intezar tha
Kab tum aaoge
Ane ke baad ye na soche the
Itna jaldi bhul bhi jaoge
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Life are displaying many patterns & different colours...
but for me it's always the same; the quiet....
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fatty_07
3w
QUIET
I'm quiet of the time
I just stare and think.
My words get frozen within my lungs
And I believe my thoughts are deadly
And there's a quarantine
Surrounding my lungs.
People tend to ask me,
"Why are you quiet?"
I just smile, laugh loudly and shrug.
I'm quiet most of the time.
But my mind is
.
My mind is
.
I wish I shared my emotions easily.
I dunno how to start.
My words get frozen within my
Swollen lungs.
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Wind rushes by me
On its merry way today
Cool, refreshing gift
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jcksttn
3w
Fear seeps through every crack in me
A black, seemingly symbiotic fluid that cannot be contained
It all-encompasses my sense of self
Twisting and bending
Changing not only my mind but my soul
When I enjoy inner serenity like a calm sea - it’s all too brief
The seductive snares that have been laid are all too tempting and I’m too weak
The serenity fades
The black fluid emerges, silently and without warning
I close my eyes
It binds to me, painfully, as if it contains thousands of tiny needles
It constricts me with every breath - serpentine coil’s
The black vines tighten around my neck
Stealing my voice
Here I fall into the sludge
Destined to wade through the swamp that is my mind
Fear is cunning
Not symbiotic - But parasitic
I’m left empty. Feeble.
In darkness with my eyes wide open
Silently screaming into a void that is my own36 5 8
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jcksttn
4w
I turned on the taps and stepped in bare.
I held my breath and closed my eyes as beads of hot water unapologetically hit my face.
Feeling each drop traverse every part of my body - My mind becomes quiet
My awareness focuses on the cascade of water down upon me.
I lose myself for a few moments.
My thoughts and feelings wash away
Just like the water arriving at the drain.
A cleansing of my very being.
I can acknowledge the darkness and the light deep within my psyche.
The two traits at the core of us all.
My darkness has a gravity twice its size - the guttural groans and obscure moans are powerful, oddly comfortable and strangely familiar.
My light feels warm yet, far away.
Its pull is weak but grows in strength if I can resist my instinctive twist towards the darkness.
It’s difficult to maintain, the pursuit of the light.
Each time I feel its warmth and embrace its purity.
It moves away, like a cruel game of cat and mouse - I am the mouse.
The little one who is trying to not be swallowed by the tragedy that is life.
All this whilst I’m at my most vulnerable
Alone and bare12 0 1
Sometimes being quiet is the best answer.
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jcksttn
6w
It doesn’t quite fit
Sometimes
Relationships feel like that pair of shoes you bought that doesn't quite fit.
They’re a little tight in some places
They rub your heels or toes
You tell yourself it’s fine. They will stretch out and soften up.
Eventually, they won’t be as painful or restricting. Leading to other more concerning
But instead of saying - ‘these don’t fit and sending them back where you got them. Be without them for another week until the new shoes arrive.
You keep them.
Sometimes the ones you keep do soften up. You see if anyone else is experiencing the same thing. They may offer advice. A few tricks that may help and eventually they feel fine and you’re glad you kept them.
Sometimes they continue to niggle
Here and there
When you have time alone and you take them off, you expel a sigh of relief because at that moment you’re not trying to mould or restrict yourself.
Sometimes you bleed
Sometimes you blister
You patch yourself up and get on with things.
Putting yourself through unnecessary pain.
All because you won’t admit to yourself that they don’t fit quite right. It may be subtle
But they don’t fit.
They are too tight. They are constantly rubbing your feet.
Occasionally, they feel ok but that niggle is there
The faint stain of dry blood remains on the inside of the heel.
A red flag for each time you put them on.
Sometimes things don’t fit.
Deep down inside you know it. You can feel it.
The difference between some people and others is that some can recognise this and listen to it. Tuning into that whisper that something isn’t quite right and are brave enough to act on it.
And then some are able to ignore it and persevere because maybe they think there are no better shoes for them in the world.
They will continue to wear them until either the shoe breaks or themselves within them.13 2 2
jcksttn
7w
When you came in close
You would fit perfectly under my chin
Your scent filled my nostrils
My olfactory bulb lit up brighter than the sun
I knew this was a moment I would remember forever.
When our hands interlocked - They didn’t fit just right.
I should have ignored this but I loosened my grip
I wanted things to be perfect - I was chasing a fantasy.
With your strength and courage
You called me out
I was speechless but impressed
Scared and confused.
At that moment, I knew I loved you
But you knew that, this was the end
A red flag flown
Leaving me with a memory
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I'm sad it's over,
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jcksttn
9w
I sit here on the eve of the end of a decade. My decade. It’s hot. A sticky British summertime night.
I find myself stewing in a sense of melancholy. I’m almost in a state of mourning. The last ten years laid out behind me like a mosaic, pieced together by someone unskilled and with unsteady hands. The mapping of highs, lows and fuck ups.
As the time ticks closer to midnight, I’m starting to realise that not much will physically change. I’m still the bag of bones without a large intestine that I was at the start of the decade. Though slightly more weathered and much more self-aware.
But still, time marches on. Unhindered by my psyche. A clear, undisturbed path in front of me. Perhaps I can learn new skills, steady my hand. Be more mindful of my choices as I push forward into the unknown. I haven’t a clue what’s in store but then again, have I ever known? Are things mapped out by some higher power or am I a product of my experiences and decisions? Some of which, I hope to leave behind. I’ve been carrying a lot of them for far too long and my back is starting to hurt - old age I reckon.
When the clock hits midnight. There will be silence. There will be no fireworks. No celebrations and the popping of champagne. Maybe I’ll hear a car pass by my window.
But in that silence, there will be a moment of realisation. A strange germination as I start to grow into this next phase of my life. For me, it feels huge, though you could never tell. I want the moment wash over every inch. I want to bathe in it like I’m bathing in my sweat from this hot, sticky British summer night.4 1 1
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_charu_
9w
Read MoreThe weight of years
Pulls me down.
I am young,
Yet my feet drag with the mass
Of a thousand years,
A thousand scenes,
A thousand acts,
A thousand lifetimes,
I want to redo.
There is too much history
In our words;
Terrible, sharp and grating
And all I want is to peel away the rust,
To feel that smooth clear voice
Ring in my ears,
But it is now
Nothing more than a memory.
There are cobwebs between my fingers
As I pick up your call.
There are cobwebs between my toes
As I open the door.
They say experience makes you wise
But all it did was make me tired.
I unwrap the bandages
Around my heart
But they never end
I do not know what to feel
What to say
What to do
Maybe one day
Maybe
.
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I have grown so much over the past year but what do I have to show for it?
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shafiya_kul
Wow so nostalgic remembering you self
At some point felt like some one wants peace of mind - shafiya_kul Love it
starkanonymous
12w
in the thick of it
silence... listen for the crickets
I'm stuck in the thick of it
the pervading silence of
this empty house
the quiet... sickeningly illicit
I'm stuck in the thick of it
this invading quiet of
my empty head
why this..? this, my quicksand mistress
stuck me in the shit of it
a suffocating silence in
this empty house
which used to be a home
but now I'm left alone
to fend on my own
in a place where I have nothing
where I have no one.
7/1/21©starkanonymous
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Quiet
Passing through
Many hands
And many minds
Ever hiding
Around the corners
In the rooms
I'm trying to escape
Always the name
Perched on too many lips
Demanding penance
For crimes committed
Against myself
Voices fill
Empty chambers
Loaded, as bullets
Into mouths, like guns
Howling their grievances
Into open ears
Will it ever be
Quiet
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Depression is a prison where you both suffer the prisoner and the cruel jailer ...........
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- ara___ This too shall pass,hope and smile :)
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- bts_fangirl @_srikar_ yup!!..
