Miraquill
With the seeds of hateful words you sew
Their wings to fly without you grow
©tazmanian_angel
#sew
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tazmanian_angel
113w
11 0
Sew Line Undone of Mistrust
I Sew Myself up to Your Line of Mistrust & Now I'm Coming Undone to The Thought That we Was Part as One.
©tr_tonyrodriguez4 0
jenniverglo
142w
Read MoreTitle: Seamstress
#sew #words #writersnetwork #writerscommunity #writersofmirakee #readwriteuniteDelicate words
Pierce through
Stings
Like a needle
Pulling thread
No doubt
Ever so gently
Stitches
©jenniverglo12 0
Raffu
Aaj fir us udhre hisse ko dekh mujhe uska cheerna yaad aya..
Par, usey raffu ke liye nahi nikala alag maine..
Usey ek hisse ki tarah pehen liya...
Bahuton ne kaha, fat jayega aur agar marammat nhi ki...
Main kehti hun, kaat khayega mujhe agar pehen ke iski shahadat nhi ki..
©garima1713 0 1
devaaa126
155w
I sew my world of happiness
Just with the threads of kind hearts
©quotes_of_scribe
Sri❤11 0
mmbftd
154w
Read More#motherslove#maternal#love#youth#memories#badmarriage#kidsperspective#college#freedom#hope#70's#education#toughlove#bpd#confusedchild#used#narcissistic#blacksheep#empath#twistedlove#mommy#mama#masks#anger#argue#fear#peoplepleaser#seekingmotherslove#sew#sad#insight#hindsight#father#anger#rage#oppression#invisible#child#innocent#pawn#tool#relationship#mama#flowers#pressed#caught#summer#beingyoung#tree#quilt#childhood
Pressed
My mother taught me
How to press flowers
Into heavy hardbound
College books.
She carried those textbooks like armor
A shield against my father's
Control.
She blossomed in college
Found her place there
Among Dusty library shelves
Buried in research
Learning all she could
Making friends who spoke her mother tongue.
Spanish would lead her to her freedom, she tucked it under her battered wings
And held it dear
A never ceasing gift
From the island she was born on.
And her handstitched quilt
Pieced together by her own Cuban mother
Spread out over the sharp and itchy blades of summer green grass
Burnt orange and yellow-gold cordouroy fabrics forced together in tiny squares of dizzying patterns.
Just like my parents
Forced together by their own desperate need to be loved by someone, anyone, at any cost, regardless of whether they fit or not. Did their individual pieces create a loving whole?
And they smashed into each other often
Struggling for power and control
We were part of the games
Us kids
Tugged and shoved and pushed and loved and punished for the way we carried their genes.
We wore the expressions, mannerisms and skin of them
And reminded them of each other.
We were punished accordingly, though our genetics were not our fault-
and it took many years to realize we were resented because we resembled replicas of the people they once loved...each other.
I wore the mask of my father's mistakes and so, my mother assumed I was his copy.
I was not.
I was good and kind and timid and loving. I was sweet and gentle and honest to a fault- even if it meant my body would be welted by that thick, black leather belt or raised red with the shape of my mother's tiny angry hands.
It confused me for so many years. I was confounded as to why she hated me so much even as she professed her maternal love in front of others. Her surprising hugs that startled me in public as she gloated to strangers how I was her favorite child and how much talent I had. I must have betrayed her ruse, as I flinched when her arms came towards me and my eyes widened with shock as she told them what a perfect daughter I had always been. This was the most surprising thing I had ever heard from her usually pursed lips. Her familiar scowl of anger, the grating tone of hatred and disgust carried by her voice, completely vanished. Then there was this soft, kind spoken, inauthentic high pitched avalanche of compliments hurled around me. Such confusion for me. This dichotomy.
And yet I remember her happy for moments...anytime we were on campus. Me dragged from class to class, sitting quietly outside the room, in the sunlight with a paper Dixie cup scooping fast guppy fish from a small fountain in the courtyard. I sat obediently. It felt like a whole day. I was so bored but I knew better than to speak it. I would have been accused of trying to ruin all her plans for an education. But each time she screamed at me; she was really screaming at him; my father. I was an innocent casualty of marital war.
And yet, her gentle and real tone was only in the very early years of my life...on that quilt. As she pointed to beautiful and strange violet-white flowers that fell from the tree and twisted in spirals to the grass around us. A summertime breeze of perfect temperature filled our noses with a too sweet, burning floral scent.
And I ran here and there, wherever she would point her delicate fingers and collected these strange flowers for her. I ran them to her in my cupped child hands; hoping she would be satisfied. She would open a heavy book that smelled of hope and freedom, placing it between the stiff pages filled with yellow highlighted text. She closed the book and held it tightly. She pressed it down hard the way she did to me my whole life, the way my father did to her. And we both hoped we would find those flowers someday, beautifully preserved by the weight of our love.
©mmbftd7 0 2
devonstranger
171w
Read MoreDaily Haiku 1282. (c) Devon Strang 2018.
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#haiku #dailyhaiku #devonstrang #haikuchallenge #mirakee #poetsofmirakee #writersofmirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #poet #poem #poetry #write #writer #writing #words #wordporn #love #lovepoem #lovequote #sew #sewing #fallapart #fallingapart©devonstranger
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Garden of hell
I've planted this,
A seed of which I have created,
From contradictory materials,
Of which,
I can not seem to remember,
The origins of,
All I can seem to recall now,
Is just how much I've hated,
The product that has grown,
For the reasons are lost,
I've thrown them away,
Lost in yesterday,
And never to be found for today.
©devinsixx14 0 1
zephyr_of_fire
181w
To reap what I've sewn
To sew once more,
I must learn, and I must grow,
And to do so,
This mess, and this heap,
I must reap,
For this person that I know,
Wasn't who I was meant to become,
It's too empty, and too numb,
And for this mindset that I've known,
I cannot keep,
So I've got to feel the heat again, and make it through the fire one more time,
So that I can reap what I've sewn,
And finally learn, to let it go.
©devinsixx14 0
My body
I've learned something about myself. I feel too deeply or not at all. So each time , I make the decision to let someone in , I am split open from the top of my head to my toes. Each time they leave , I begin sewing myself up. Except their are always spots I cannot reach. So now I stand here , with scars and holes from people who said they'd loved me. From people who said they would never hurt me, but had the knife twisting in my back deeper. So I stand here with blood spilling out, infection setting in, and a needle in my hand. My body can't take another stitch. My body is left with wounds they will never heal. My body is telling me no more. Today I will listen. Today I sew myself open for the last time. I will simply just not feel. My body can handle no more.
©kottak19 2 1
I've run out of thread to sew the broken peices of my heart together
©artisticsoul_1201200310 0
Some hitches, some glitches,
All you need are some needles and stitches,
What is left is to learn how to sew!
©heetvyas21 2
Unsewn
Stitch
Tassle free
Incision to see
Tether at the seam
Create a now, beyond memories,
Heavenly.
©justhannah10 2
arenegaines
202w
Read More#stitch
@writersnetwork
#AReneGaines #bleedingheart #poetsofinstagram
#poetryofinstagram #poetsofmirakee #mirakee
#writers #poetrylove #poetry #poets #bleedonpaper #soulwriter #ilovetheartoflanguage
#spatter #blood #sewing #flesh #sewingneedles #sew #stitchingmyheart #stockholmssyndrome #stockholms #dimples #lies #trance #gracefully #trance #weaving #name #etched #hercheeseslidoffhercracker #heartstitches #thankgoodnessshecansew #messy #needleandthread #hauntingsmile #probablyshouldntvisitEvery stitch
Held your name
Intertwined
Deeply
One by one
Her patience
Wore thin
A time or two
But she kept along
Gracefully
Weaving deeply
In and out
Careful not to leave
Any loose ends
Her flesh
A map
Your hands
Once traced
Your fingerprints
Eloquently etched in
Her mind
Oh her mind
Webbed deeply
With your lies
It's rather unsettling
The trance
She's bound within
If only you could
See her
As she pulls the
Needle up
To knot it off
Bloody thread
Spattered wall
A haunting smile
Ear to ear
Dimples for days
Upon her face
She whispers
Your name
As she plunges
The needle back in
Without a flinch
At all
©arenegaines73 3 4
unimaginative_world
203w
Hey, you little girl
It's time to gather things
To sew your broken wings
It's time to rage for freedom
And free yourself from boredom..
©unimaginative_world18 2 1
juhis_ju
205w
) FLÂWS (
Yes.. We Are All Made Of FLÂWS The Person Who Sews You With Solicitousness And Benevolence.. They Are The Person Who We Fall In Love With..!!
©JJ13 0
riyajas
210w
Read More#sew#mending#memories#riyawrites��
@soulwriter@pianoarticle@freeda@laughing_soul
PC: exploring mindsI sew my broken heart
with the unbroken
art of writing.
By mending our memoirs
with the thread of colours
redressing the seams of my soul.
©riyajas46 7 8
- riyajas Thanks for reposting
- riyajas @laughing_soul thank u fren
- riyajas @storm_rider thanks dearie
- rainingwords Nice, it's touching and intense. ❤
- riyajas @rainingwords yes it is. Btw thanks alot
eden_with_eve
214w
Needle Heart
As I sew every crooked stitch I think of you.
I think of who I'll spend my life with.
A homemade tablecloth doesn't look like much.
It's not the fabric it's the bloody finger touch because I cannot work a needle.
I think about how imperfect it will look the many bad dishes to be placed there by (me) the inexperienced cook.
The balanced checkbook or candle light chess stolen rook.
I want to thread a wonderfully imperfect, unconditionally, loved life with you.
©eden_with_eve7 0 1
Red Threads
As if my heart was sewn to yours
As we grew apart,
The threads ripped my heart to shreds
My poor soul was trembling with dread
YOU had the stronger heart you said,
But with each rip my feeble heart bled
Your stronger heart pulling away from mine
My weaker heart felt each and every tear and shivered with immense fear.
YOU barely even flinched a little
But my lifeless body clinched in pain
As you tear me apart stitch by stitch
And now I'm here, all ripped and torn
And here is where I'll stay10 0
mkandres
234w
Patches of Love
The little girl, lips enveloping a tiny thumb, crawled into her grandmother's soft, over-sized lap.
"Whatcha doin', Gram?"
"I'm making a quilt," the woman set aside her stitching to hug her granddaughter.
"What're these?" she tugged pieces of cloth from a paper sack and held them up to the light.
Re-positioning her glasses, Grandma smiled. "This one here Betsy is a piece from your Daddy's first pair of overalls. He was so cute in them." A far away look glazed her watery blue eyes.
"What 'bout this one?" Betsy pushed a red piece into Grandma's shaky hand.
She let out a little chuckle. "This is from your first red dress. You were just a baby." She stretched her arms only a few feet apart.
"And this one?" Betsy chose a patch of blue flannel, rubbing it against her pink cheek. "It's soft."
Grandma took the cloth patch from Betsy and smoothed it with a crooked finger. "This came from your Pappa's pajamas. They were his favorites." She gingerly removed an antique frame from the side table and stared into the eyes of the black and white photo.
"He was such a handsome man, your Pappa. You would have adored him."
Betsy nodded in agreement. She thought the long, handlebar mustache was neat and surely must have tickled.
Grandma's hands, although snarled and rough, grasped the silver needle delicately. She swiftly guided it back and forth through the fabric, not only with thread, but with love.
Many years later, a little girl, lips enveloping a tiny thumb, crawls into her mother's lap, now heavy with an unborn child.
"Whatcha doin', Mommy?"
"I'm making a quilt," Betsy sets aside her stitching to hug her daughter. "Kind of like the one that rests on the foot of my bed now."
"That Great-Gram made?"
Betsy nods and smiles, a far away look glazing watery blue eyes ...
--Melissa Andres
©mkandres106 6 4
- mkandres @innovative_writer Thank you so much!! I will be writing more soon!
- nilanjanadb Beautiful words
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me_morte
I trust you are an awesome writer, Missy.
Awesome piece, Ma'am - mkandres @me_morte I appreciate your kind words!
- mkandres @anna_grace Oh, thank you so much!
