#torimodosu

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  • nocturnal_enigma 6w

    #Torimodosu #heal #wod @miraquill #healing

    * 12.9.2021; 5.33 P.M (Malaysia)

    #BrokenHeart #HeartBreak

    * Weal = Wellbeing

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    Torimodosu ~

    Broken-heart need to be unbroken. To heal,
    it takes time. For the meantime, have to deal...
    with the heart-break. Hungry, but skip a meal.
    Then, eat a lot. Become fat. Exercise. Peal...
    of hollow laughter. The pain is not fake. Real.
    Secret of who's the heartbreakers? Seal.
    Was the heart stolen? Why allow the steal?
    No. It was given. Ones mood-colour is teal.
    Self-love is important, for one's own weal.
    Only then ones can be healed and have zeal!

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • joybirdpoetry 6w

    Van Gogh and Venus

    I take my soul walking
    in the orange glow of dusk
    drawing rejuvenation from
    an ambient radiance
    the colour of marigolds.

    I take my soul walking
    with the Kookaburra's laugh
    bursting out from high above
    the sky-scraping eucalypts
    that kiss a blushing pink sunset.

    I take my soul walking
    under a Van Gogh painting
    where a Moroccan blue palette
    beautifully brushstrokes
    into a deep eventide indigo.

    I take my soul walking
    under a blanket of stars
    Venus showering me with love
    as she glows like a diamond empress
    for to make me whole again.

    Joy
    ©joybirdpoetry

    #torimodosu #heal #wod #pod #writersnetwork #writersbay #miraquill

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    Van Gogh and Venus

    I take my soul walking
    in the orange glow of dusk
    drawing rejuvenation from
    an ambient radiance
    the colour of marigolds.

    I take my soul walking
    with the Kookaburra's laugh
    bursting out from high above
    the sky-scraping eucalypts
    that kiss a blushing pink sunset.

    I take my soul walking
    under a Van Gogh painting
    where a Moroccan blue palette
    beautifully brushstrokes
    into a deep eventide indigo.

    I take my soul walking
    under a blanket of stars
    Venus showering me with love
    as she glows like a diamond empress
    for to make me whole again.

    Joy
    ©joybirdpoetry

  • smile_its_sunnah 7w

    Use the world to find your self,
    Discover the kind of people who make you feel content,
    Decorate your body the way you find love for its perfection,
    Allow yourself to feel emotional chaos in order to discover your strength,
    And learn from each reaction in order to live life to its optimum level.

    #torimodosu #wod #writersnetwork #miraquill
    @writersnetwork @miraquill

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    The world is your lab,
    The people could either be an obstacle or a benefactor,
    Your body is the experiment,
    Your emotions are the results,
    BUT your reaction is the conclusion.
    ©smile_its_sunnah

  • soluslupus 7w

    Torimodosu

    It's pierced again, blood soiled your clothes as you bled out,
    Crimson red, coughing exhaustion, your will withering as pain sprouts.
    Flashing memories of every single battlefield we both died on before,
    I've been reincarnating you hoping you're victorious in this unending war.

    You're obnoxious, it would be safer if you let go at this point,
    Why don't you ever give up? What fuels your undying hunger for it?
    You lay here, lifeless eyes seeking revival knowing you'll be back to rejoin.
    Why bring you back again? Maybe I've grown to love your spirit; unbulging, never quits.

    Your soul is the most beautiful kintsukuroi ceramic I have ever handled,
    Full of cracks, gold veined scars, bathed in blue flames but still give love unbridled.
    The hope you infuse with the earth you walk on sears through the marrow of fallen bodies.
    I know you crave an unending tranquility constantly serenading you with peaceful melody.
    One day it will be yours, I'll keep bringing you back, "Torimodosu" summarizes the way you are to me.

    ©soluslupus(Odutola Cecil)

  • achal234 7w

    Torimodosu

    Recovery was necessary
    After that heart break
    Healing was going on
    And after sometime one mrng i got up
    And i felt that i didn't miss him anymore
    I didn't stalk him anymore
    I found myself moved on
    ©achal234

  • ana_vah 7w

    Resurrection

    I rise up from ashes,
    A phoenix with fire spent.
    The night is young,
    Starry eyed,
    Whispering torimodosu.
    My fractured limbs
    Do not breathe life,
    Onto my fractured soul.
    But the wheel of time
    Turns,
    One more time.
    Torimodosu it goes.
    ©ana_vah

    08.09.2021

  • cobaltbluink 7w

    Old piece but fits the #torimodosu theme.

    @writersnetwork @writerstolli @writersbay #qod #wod #pod

    First comes joy, the tingling and tantalizing joy of what could be, butterflies in the stomach, the racing heart and the flushes of blood in the cheeks.

    Then comes the weightlessness, the feeling of treading softly on the clouds, the feeling that all matters will take care of themselves now that life's gotten drunk on love, the happy sleeplessness to prevent missing out on any sip of love.

    Then comes the realization that love is not all, that more is needed, to make life whole, more is needed to stay alive, that maybe the kindle of love is setting on fire, other rooms of happiness, that love has its trade-offs.

    Then comes the pain, the throbbing, suffocating pangs left in the hollow of the chest. A different kind of insomnia, this time, caused by loss or fear of losing, the racing heart and angry blood rising to the cheeks, to the temples.

    The lies become clear, the deceit all too vivid. The soot left by the fire of love on the walls of our house, too consuming. One deserts the other and depression replaces love. It is, in fact, as loyal a partner as love, until there comes a day, when depression departs too.

    Normalcy sets in once more, spring does not look bleak and bitter anymore. People's words sound less piercing and the heart slowly blooms once more, like the spring flower.

    Then comes love, knocking once again, but the soot stains remain, there is still the acrid smoke in the air from before. The question is...

    Do you open the door or let it remain shut?
    Do you paint the walls a new color or let love inside to see the rubble?
    ©cobaltbluink

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    Torimodosu

    First comes joy, the tingling and tantalizing joy of what could be, butterflies in the stomach, the racing heart and the flushes of blood in the cheeks.

    Then comes the weightlessness, the feeling of treading softly on the clouds, the feeling that all matters will take care of themselves now that life's gotten drunk on love, the happy sleeplessness to prevent missing out on any sip of love.

    Then comes the realization that love is not all, that more is needed, to make life whole, more is needed to stay alive, that maybe the kindle of love is setting on fire, other rooms of happiness, that love has its trade-offs.

    Then comes the pain, the throbbing, suffocating pangs left in the hollow of the chest. A different kind of insomnia, this time, caused by loss or fear of losing, the racing heart and angry blood rising to the cheeks, to the temples.

    The lies become clear, the deceit all too vivid. The soot left by the fire of love on the walls of our house, too consuming. One deserts the other and depression replaces love. It is, in fact, as loyal a partner as love, until there comes a day, when depression departs too.

    Normalcy sets in once more, spring does not look bleak and bitter anymore. People's words sound less piercing and the heart slowly blooms once more, like the spring flower.

    Then comes love, knocking once again, but the soot stains remain, there is still the acrid smoke in the air from before. The question is...

    Do you open the door or let it remain shut?
    Do you paint the walls a new color or let love inside to see the rubble?
    ©cobaltbluink

  • sree_nidhi 7w

    Torimodosu

    You push me to a room
    Shut down all the lights
    Pick me by the neck
    And slit it with a knife

    You were mumbling things
    With smirk you looked at me
    And you told me I was dead
    But I am alive

    You lied to me
    You buried me

    I was helpless
    Bleeding out
    As the wave of emotions rising within me
    Yes I am alive

    But now I've changed
    Don't forget that you're the one who changed me
    No longer in the darkness you put me
    I'm no longer your prisoner

    My hope carried me
    My hope set me free

    Now I see the power I hold within myself
    I've opened up my eyes
    To eternity and to myself
    I am alive
    ©sree_nidhi

    #torimodosu #alive #heal #wod #pod @miraquill @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @writerstolli

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  • petrichor_chords 7w

    Thanx my dear

    That day was no different
    From other days in a week
    Being capsized in ocean of worries
    And the loss of you indeed

    And then one friend of mine
    Who loved me deep within.
    For once carried my burdened self
    In hope to love and deep to care

    Those Credences running over my hairs
    Fluttering by the winds of faith
    They carried me
    They carried me away

    The new decision I made
    Was to let go off grim past
    My growth is independent
    And forever it lasts

    Thanks to that person
    Who gave me that strength
    I never confronted my thoughts
    Even though we never changed.
    ©petrichor_chords

  • thelonesurvivor 7w

    We meet people
    Get attached
    Get into fight
    Get hurt
    And seperate.

    That broken heart while healing becomes more strong and better.

    We become a better person.

    ©thelonesurvivor

  • thelonesurvivor 7w

    Torimodosu

    Thanks darling
    For leaving me
    And making me strong
    For letting me explore my inner beauty.
    For letting me live more independently.
    For letting me be the better person.

    ©thelonesurvivor

  • _astitva_ 7w

    Let the hope hug you ����

    #wod #heal #torimodosu (maybe) @writersnetwork @miraquill

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    Healing heartbreak

    Abandon agonies
    Betwixt blank and black in
    Caffeinated corner with cubes of
    Diligent dexterity to delineate delusions
    Embracing echoes of exuberant eternity

    Flamboyant friends
    Grasping grieves to gush
    Hurricanes of hope hoisting
    Inapt imageries to ink invincible
    Joy jotting justly jocoserious jiffy

    Kaleidoscopic kindle
    Lightening lost lane of
    Morphed maturity in moonlit
    Nights of nourishing narcissus
    Ogleing omen of outdo opportunity

    Pleasant pitter-patter
    Quenching queries, quills
    Rhyme to rehearse relaxation
    Spilling sweetness on somber sunset
    The tea's talisman tranquils tenacity

    Unsolicited urges
    Veering vanquished ventures
    Warish wounds to wing in welkin
    Xeroxing xenial xenagogue in x(s)elf
    Yielding yen of yammering yesterdays

    Zealous zephyr zhoosh zero with zenith

    ©_astitva_

  • pallavi4 7w

    Torimodosu

    The ending that came all too soon
    Was like a book that was shut abruptly
    Without warning, without pretext
    Appearing out of nowhere, suddenly

    I broke down like a smashed teacup
    Into thousands of unmendable pieces
    Got lost in a moving crowd made up of
    A thousand indifferent faces

    The feeling of being hollow inside never left me
    Of being a tunnel without an end
    No matter how hard I tried, I lost myself
    In a vortex without any hope of being mend

    Spiralling downwards I was like Alice
    Falling down a seemingly unending rabbit hole
    And then one day I hit rock bottom, just when I
    Thought there could be no hope for my soul

    Could there be any restitution for one whose spirit
    Had been shattered, splintered, subdued?
    Whose insides had been scared by the glass like
    Broken trust, trust that had been abused

    Climbing out of that complexly bizarre state
    Where you’d left me obscure, without any illumination
    Every day, every step was excruciating
    Like being on a path of damnation

    Covered in grime and muck- I dug my way out
    In the hope of finding myself eventually again
    Not only did I find my way out of all the turbulence
    I stopped hurting or feeling any pain

    Like a new leaf that sprouts in the spring-
    Without any protection it chooses to bloom
    Gradually as the sun came out, I found a way
    To not be defined by my gloom

    The moon shines all the while bearing scars
    I chose to wear mine with pride yet plough ahead
    I hope I find a new direction, a new goal
    A new beginning for me to tread

    @pallavi4

    8th of September, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- Identity Christ by Joseph Lee

    #wod #heal #torimodosu #healing @writersnetwork #writerstolli #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • fizahfiz_ 7w

    ~ SCARS ~

    They laughed upon my vulnerabilities,
    The day I bled was not gone too far,
    Not realizing the wound I had was still fresh,
    I'm trying, trying, to heal in every possible way,
    But it is being touched in so many unknown ways,
    From healing to hiding the pain I was holding,
    They painted me black my eyes and my heart red,
    Felt silvery soothing rays radiating intentionally,
    To hush the whirlwind wrecking my soul
    And then the moonlight consoled me,
    Taught me to shine and embrace the graceful.

    ©fizahfiz_

  • abinaya14 7w

    Healing takes a lot of courage. Because to heal, we need to admit we were hurt.

    #heal #wod #torimodosu #poetry #writersnetwork #writersofmirakee #smallpoem #muse

    @writersnetwork @miraquill

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    Scar

    The burn on the skin is temporary
    The scar it leaves not so much,
    The fear of being burnt again will reduce you to slavery,
    Do not fall down below to that crutch -
    It cannot be felt, but can be touched
    It becomes a part of yourself;
    Acting tough with a smile of hope isn't always bravery,
    Taking time to heal is what would make life flavory.

    ©abinaya14

  • indheevar 7w

    Torimodosu

    They break our hearts
    in the most subtle ways
    When they arch their eyebrows
    Without believing our truths
    Or by not smiling at us
    Like they used to,
    Sometimes they lure with a smile,
    and leave you alone.
    Amidst Sorrow;
    They are like cyclones,
    Taking Our every emotion
    And leaving us so vacant,
    But even when I think vacant of me;
    I can feel the Ocean Inside me;
    And that is how I survive people.
    ©indheevar

    #heal #wod #Torimodosu #ceesreposts #pod
    #miraquill #writersnetwork @miraquill @writersnetwork #howtosurvivepeople

    Lots of love @writersnetwork for the repost ❤️

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    Torimodosu

  • vbear9396 7w

    Healing is not as easy as you think!
    #torimodosu #wod #writersnetwork @miraquill

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    Torimodosu

    Get back?
    Recover?
    Restore?

    Words that seems easy to say,
    but when your in my place,
    I don't know if you can tell.

    If you know how,
    care to tell me then?

    Many people will say,
    To heal is your choice.
    To recover is influenced
    by your will and mindset.

    But let me tell you this,
    we people have different level of tolerance.
    Don't compare yourself to other,
    We have different pain in our core.

    ©vbear9396

  • sai___ 7w

    Heal..

    Mind plays..✨
    Soul suffers..
    Body matters..
    Realise this..
    No changes..
    Will hurt..
    ©sai___

  • madinah_writes 7w

    Torimodosu,
    Getting back to recover, after loss in life.
    Torimodosu,
    That Japanese word of soul healing.
    Still brings me a lot of meaning.
    Just yesterday, I loss my breath.
    With nothing on me but the striking reality that health is wealth.
    I struggled alone, for the fear to loss myself.
    Nobody understood, nobody would, as I held onto the my old, dusty shelf.

    If you noticed, last night was dark and starless,
    I was offline, crying in sadness and helplessness.
    And I was floating with the lonely moon.
    No body realize what had happened, untill today's noon.
    I still lost my voice, but I'm breathing.
    I'm still alive to write Torimodosu, the poem of great meaning.
    Yesterday had passed, in it's own charisma.
    I thought I wouldn't see the daylight, in the hands of asthma.
    It strangled me, almost talking all of me with it.
    But the moon healed me, taking another torimodosu's breathe.
    It brought me home, and put me to sleep.
    Without struggling to breathe or silently weep.
    Today, I wear a bright smile.
    And look back to yesterday, from it's darkest, cloud's mile.
    Torimodosu,
    That Japanese word of soul healing.
    Gave me voice from poem writing.


    #writersnetwork #torimodosu #today #yesterday #writerscommunity #writersbay #wod #life #asthma
    #heal #breathe #moon #night

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    Torimodosu

    Getting back to recover, after loss in life.
    ©madinah_writes

  • radnika 7w

    Torimodosu

    There's hurt, there's pain
    There's guilt, there's fear,
    Life becomes
    An insurmountable path
    Full of thorns and tears.

    You panic and scream,
    You cry and agonise,
    Everything seems bleak,
    A trial of your beliefs
    And your self esteem.

    You then turn inwards
    Turn to your inner self
    And the healing begins!

    You draw on your reserves
    Of courage and self-belief,
    Rising out of loss and sorrow
    Like a phoenix soaring out of the ashes,
    Like the self inflicted catharsis
    Of the eagle far far above the world
    And the journey of life continues
    With lessons learnt and
    With the present holding more promise
    Than the distant unfamiliar future!

    ©radnika