Mirakee
In the name of giving and being of service, don't empty yourself.
©fearlessforever
#writingishealing
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And then I decided, I will never crave for their attention, for their love, for their respect, because people can only give you, what they have, be it love, hatred, negligence, betrayal, irresponsibility or whatever, they will give you what they have. Never search for love in wrong places and people. People who tell you to compromise and adjust are not the ones who deserve you in any way. You are nature's love in human form and the more you surrender to Nature, the more you will identify yourself with it and once this eternal love with Nature begins, nothing can destroy you.
©fearlessforever -
Prioritizing one's own self is never a wrong move, because in the long run, sooner or later you will experience time with your own self. The more you spend time with yourself, the more you become distant from the worldly mortals and at the same time you feel an amazing interconnectedness with the entire cosmos. You realise that being a part of the whole, you are still apart from all. In the scheme of things, you hold a place that has a purpose and once fulfillment of the purpose happens, you are back to the main source. Enlightenment is not a difficult task, it is happening to you in every single second of your life, when you are totally present and are embracing everything that is offered to you in the moment, be it happiness or sadness, you are one and the same. You are gradually becoming a being that is emotional, fearless and compassionate, but you are no more emotionally driven. You realise nothing actually is lost, everything is just part of the bigger picture and hence it is to be embraced with all its entirety. Once you acknowledge these, a door of ultimate revelation and bliss opens up for you.
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autumnbreeze
43w
Read MoreThese redundant hollow breeze
resemble a sheer voice of defeat.
It's stillness at obscure pauses
murmur a name that I feel have been mine.
Gloomed air trespass words of silence,
alike a gesture knitted for disposal.
Shallow flares of deemed sun still ask,
a question illustrated for arcane truths.
The coffined room tend to
verbalize pain today,
recklessly urgely my wails to activate more.
I'm barely knowing the mild pounds of heart,
conscience been at a plight for reassurance.
These winds try to make your escape
a moscot of burden,
plausible rant for a hindering great perhaps.
I sit here doomed by presence of my own being,
awaiting for the night to shimmer it's validation.
Tonight when the moon arrives alongside faint stars,
a doomed act of condolence will be performed.
With a sense of your torment words
about veracious agony,
I'll see you reside on the moon,
a home where you'll always prevail.
P. S.:- A poem l penned today to dedicated the sudden death of an aesthetic actor Sushant Singh Rajput. May he prevail admist the stars he admired the most.
#poetry, #poetrycommunity, #poem, #writing, #writingishealing, #healing, #solace, #death, #grieving, #potd, #poemoftheday, #aesthetic, #mirakee, #writersnetwork
@mirakee @writersnetwork @senden_k @sangfroid_soul @soulfulstirringsThese winds try to make your escape
a moscot of burden,
plausible rant for a hindering great perhaps.
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- autumnbreeze @_hessa_ @_delta @_nomad @ovais43
- autumnbreeze @idontknowugh @thelunareclipse @zacksparrow
- aquib_khan1 Nice
- unloved_poetries Heartfelt ❤️❤️ RIP SSR
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poetryly
Ahhh👍🏽!
Psst...you meant ‘defeat’🙂
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autumnbreeze
43w
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A list of things that are grey:
1. the motionless appeal to cease a threating emotion.
2. a clue left for retaining at corners of grieving journals.
3. hints of rescue weaved at steam of ciggarette, alike blunt roots that suck negativity.
4. flitered skyline which drench the act of withering, a gesture I'm quite familiar with.
5. a compassionate hue that sheds relic restlessness when breath it's regime.
6. fable companion tendered by my mother when spoken about despair and cults of anxiety.
7. flared pages residing on pine that defines the creativity in me.
8. a greased remark on sight of my vulnerability when taken name of acceptance.
9. the dull wall of room where my echoes are buried beneath a glint of hopelessness.
10. singling factor of existence who replicate the stigma of being too opaque, alike myself.
#poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #potd, #poemoftheday, #grey, #depression, #loneliness, #art, #writingishealing, #healing, #mirakee, #writersnetwork, #pod
@mirakee @writersnetwork @sangfroid_soul @senden_k @soulfulstirringsfable companion tendered by my mother when spoken about despair and cults of anxiety.
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tamanna3
Just purely amazing ✨ !!
Just wow ..
Idk they'd come at my call or not but @writersnetwork ... Definitely it's just worth more ❤️❤️❤️ - autumnbreeze @myrrhc
- autumnbreeze @jay__j
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tamanna3
Just purely amazing ✨ !!
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autumnbreeze
44w
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Broke pendulum with doomed timeline
sync along the creeks of faded phatom.
A traced remark of insanity
withhold shallow steps covered in art.
Fragmented phase tuned for havoc
knit a mosaic of veracious disaster.
.
One minute:
A glimpse of forgotten tale frame
my heart at a twisted display.
Unraveling thin strings of sustainability
with knots fabricated in a relic time.
.
Two minutes:
Silent echoes of fear slip
through weakened creeks of conscience.
Reincarnation of devastated abuse
brush a life in the yester wounds.
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Three minutes:
Friction of communication withdraw
from regions of senses - touch, hear, smell.
Clenched hands force a trigger
for ranging a enitity of aliveness.
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Four minutes:
Distorted vision of trashed memories
sway hints of tendered wist of calm.
Redundancy of drenched eyes
reach for a figurative halo resembling you.
.
Five minutes:
Tremors linked to uptight redemption
shine alike fireworks greased on a night.
Urge for a relief hinder beneath
this flesh of bewailed remorse and vanity.
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Six minutes:
Ringing lullabies of silent monologue
proclaim isolation over the calamity.
Signs of stability murmur through
sealed lips covered in fragile tears and naive blood.
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Seven minutes:
Rhythms of smothered heart croon
hymns of faith weaved at his name.
Chaotic breathes exhale debris of love
slowly forming a cluster of your warmth.
.
With opaque mind and melted skin,
I scribble the sights of everyday hazard.
Journals stained with dust all over,
I begin to peal my scars again.
#poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #remedy, #depression, #loneliness, #art, #potd, #poemoftheday, #alone, #insanity, #sad, #writingishealing, #healing, #mirakeecommunity, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #mirakee, #writersnetwork
@mirakee @writersnetwork @senden_k @soulfulstirrings @_kabir7 Minutes of Unnecessary Panic
Reincarnation of devastated abuse
brush a life in the yester wounds.
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- ashtree Beautiful
- autumnbreeze @raika @meru_mukh @_capricorn_ @mismagical
- autumnbreeze @mauve_ @thelunareclipse
- clockwork_mnemosyne So good.
- preetkanwal Wonderful
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autumnbreeze
45w
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Bits of clenched hatred resides
on the creeks which encircle the pit.
Prolonged strings of agony swell
the insights into vacuum circulation.
Veins with concealed truths gratify
the ethos shunned from intangible audience.
Wist of grappling some tender recognition
revolve on orbits sustaining empathy.
Bizarre entry into the veracious pit
consume the voice buried under negotiation.
Dull breathes within emerged opaque walls
submit the hindrance of prevailing pit.
Words stitched on burnt canvas
release a shield evoked in name of solace.
Presence of entirety is felt amidst smoke
ignited from greased ashes of relic abuse.
Air that manifest the bewailed pit
timelessly inhibits beneath hazardous flesh.
Urges for awaited rescue still knit
threads of despair consumed by my own being.
Penned journals fortune a way out
only to reform the dwelling essence of the pit.
#poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #solace, #healing, #heartbroken, #writing, #writingishealing, #remedy, #depression, #pitfeeling, #loneliness, #alone, #art, #potd, #poemoftheday, #mirakeecommunity, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #mirakee, #writersnrtwork
@mirakee @writersnetwork @senden_k @soulfulstirrings @_kabirWords stitched on burnt canvas
release a shield evoked in name of solace.
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autumnbreeze
45w
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We bribe for a wisp of mirth
with strangled notions about fantasy.
The uncanny rituals of reality
slip away between the gaps of our fingers.
We hustle for a receipt of sanity,
while regaining fractures manipulated by chaos.
The weaved multitudes of retaining
knit somewhere within the blocks of our skin.
We hinder for a room of faith,
disregarding tremors felt by the weight of the word.
The ranging wavelengths of uplifting
veil broken tissue encircling the thorns of our heart.
We preach for a quest of validation
when no trace of gratitude surround the havoc.
The surreal turns of destiny
carve faint dates of union that cast the burns on our wrist.
We request for a glimpse of love,
forbidding debris of tendered gestures breeding inside.
The whispered solicitation of belonging
conceal laments that render the mist of our breathe.
#poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #relationship, #we, #us, #him, #love, #lovecoomunity, #heartbroken, #conflicts, #healing, #writing, #writingishealing, #potd, #poemoftheday, #art, #poetess, #mirakeecommunity, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #mirakee, #writersnetwork
@mirakee @writersnetwork @senden_k @soulfulstirrings @_kabirWe hinder for a room of faith,
disregarding tremors felt by the weight of the word.
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- poetryly Wonderful descriptive usage of words telling a story👏🏽!
- autumnbreeze @branthan
- autumnbreeze @nehahemaraj
- preetkanwal Fabulous write
- lovenotes_from_carolyn @autumnbreeze Please do not tag because I'm not a repost account and I need to minimize the massive amount of incoming notifications so that I don't miss admin related comments.
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autumnbreeze
45w
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The body of resilience,
sleep within isolated plains of lucid skin.
How the flesh breathes
inside a intangible time bomb.
It bleeds answers,
justifying the formation of destruction.
How the red venom purges,
unnoticing marks carved out for identification.
It consumes hints,
proclaiming the veiled web of torture.
How the tissue conjures,
every remain of prolonged grief.
It sustains brutal,
leashing fibers that speak my tongue.
How the cells evolves,
disclosing present stains of vulnerability.
It weaves mobility,
ensuring the sanity fill up the body.
This body which revolves
around clutches of hatred, fragility is still questioned.
If I wear my name as a camouflage mask,
will you foresee the dripping abuse?
Yet, when I deliver this dybbuk to you,
all you desire is my ruthless identity.
#poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #skin, #identity, #loneliness, #agony, #healing, #writing, #writingishealing, #healingbywords, #art, #potd, #poemoftheday, #mirakeecommunity, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #mirakee, #writersnetwork
@mirakee @writersnetwork @senden_k @soulfulstirrings @_kabirThis body which revolves
around clutches of hatred, fragility is still questioned.
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myuwrites
46w
Read More#life #dreams
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#poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #writing, #writingishealing, #healing, #sustaining, #holdingby, #loneliness, #remedy, #wither, #wallow, #potd, #poemoftheday, #mirakeecommunity, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #mirakee, #writersnetwork, #pod
@mirakee @writersnetwork @senden_k @soulfulstirrings @_kabirMy life - a Daydream
Consumed - lost in a theme
Questioning if this pain
Will ever cease
Seeking the hunger
so desperately craved
Searching for the places
Where I can hide in
Relying on a lie
Till the time to die -
vidz_dynamic
46w
©vidz_dynamic
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autumnbreeze
46w
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Summoned under all the
tackling chaos of aliveness.
I find myself amidst
a land of retaining.
Where lies a river
that withers wallowing.
The lucid water scatter
drops of satisfaction all over.
Oblivion beams of grief
volatile the birms.
Each night, the river croon
to the forgiving moon.
Brisk halo of validation
allow shallow passage of vain.
In the morning, the river
strangle for a new aspiration.
Clenched weeps of hopelessness
recite a tale of reincarnation.
Away from the fable land,
I sit and mourn.
Resembling the same dried cries
shattered by the river.
Chanting a name,
sighting for empathy alike the mystical moon.
#poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #writing, #writingishealing, #healing, #sustaining, #holdingby, #loneliness, #remedy, #wither, #wallow, #potd, #poemoftheday, #mirakeecommunity, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #mirakee, #writersnetwork, #pod
@mirakee @writersnetwork @senden_k @soulfulstirrings @_kabirOblivion beams of grief
volatile the birms.
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- crogers180 Very very nice!
- oyashvi Beautiful
- biswajitdev Wondrous articulation ❤️
- sangfroid_soul WOW
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autumnbreeze
47w
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Daisies twirl as the breeze sway,
absent from the gushed storm.
There sits a girl,
awaiting for daisies to fly off.
Her evenings are spent
amidst the warning signs of escape.
No one hear her steps
at the time of sunbeams and daylight.
She lives across a sodden land,
the trespassers of vanity often say so.
Her activities differ from origin,
but a spark is cringed beneath rugged skin.
She trolls up and down the hill,
with no wonder of company or misery.
Her laugh disperse township,
alike bells of church preaching sanity.
Her hands brush nature,
spilling ecstasy over sheer figures of faith.
The daisies dance around her,
a revel seen through innocence.
She whispers doured desires,
urging the chants to disclose.
Her truth are handcuffed,
alike the roots of daises.
She lulls daisies to dream,
as life is too fragile for holding despair.
Her eyes glint novelty,
gesturing the daisies to run away from opaqueness.
She lends words of individualism,
for daisies to act upon believing unlike her.
The daisies are peculiar about life,
alike the civilians with flesh of terror.
She sings tunes of freedom,
manipulating daisies to treasure winds.
The daisies drool,
hinting their mere stoic lives.
As the girl who gleams in twilight,
confesses her identify as the dybbuk who couldn't defeat.
#poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #nature, #daisy, #dreamy, #fantasy, #potd, #poemoftheday, #freedom, #writing, #writingishealing, #healing, #healingbywriting, #solace, #remedy, #she, #her, #art, #poetess, #mirakeecommunity, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #mirakee, #writersnetwork
@mirakee @writersnetwork @senden_k @soulfulstirrings @_kabirShe lulls daisies to dream,
as life is too fragile for holding despair.
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- lonethinker Exquisitely beautiful
- autumnbreeze @silentwaves
- autumnbreeze @alisdaire_ocaoimph
- autumnbreeze @tamanna3
- preetkanwal Splendid 🌸🌸🌸💖💖💖
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autumnbreeze
53w
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World tranforms in glimpse
of relic fragments.
Sulking debris of past
with mosaic of the future.
People who fidget over
mundane entities;
often address it as time.
It's pride engulfs in
the withering of life.
How it's grip falls
upon the pendulum of death.
It breeds on the edge
of fallacy,
where no courtesy of guide
can withhold it.
How it's power overcome
my cries of defeat.
It ticks on the brim
of guily,
but proclaim fragility
over shame.
Look! How it endures
my grief.
A urge of greed.
A count forgotten.
A beauty for blues.
Yet, l hold a reckless pen
on it's redundancy.
It trembles and tunes
alongside,
recalling the arrows to bleed.
How it records and resource
notches of ringing tragedy.
Failing to see it's tricks
of chaos,
I bestow upon it's intangible
measure of calming.
Look! How it sustains
the fluidity of my becoming.
#poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #time, #writing, #healing, #becoming, #writingishealing, #potd, #poemoftheday, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeecommunity, #mirakepoem, #mirakee, #writersnetwork
@mirakee @writersnetwork @senden_k @soulfulstirrings @_kabirWorld tranforms in glimpse
of relic fragments.
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- autumnbreeze @blithe
- paintdrops Beautiful
- diabolic_sugar @autumnbreeze ufffff ! It's amazing. It's just out of this world my friend. Beautifully penned. And I really feel honoured when you tagged me here. Thanku so much. Keep writing and inspiring deariee. Once again, an amazing piece. ❤❤❤
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autumnbreeze
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The clutched hands
of lonliness,
smother the beams of aliveness.
There lies an endangered tunnel
where screams of fulfillment are heard.
Dwarfed self esteem pace up
the prolonged passage.
I keep getting greeted by
notches of demon.
Hustling with the reality
is a disgrace in itself.
I have looked down dignity
only to witness a sign of integrity.
Jiggling twitchs of responsibilities
rebound my excerebration to reach.
I have tried to find liberation in small things
only to be clenched again and again.
Beating the velocity of virtues
proclaim the distance from the reach.
I no longer know what happiness is
unless it's the tune of withering.
Contemplating grudges about satisfaction
allocates the torment end of the reach.
I gradually try to volatilize my numbness
to rekindle the roots of becoming.
A victorious defeat leads to
new chapter of aliveness.
I lull the demons inhibiting within
by reciting the journey of my intangible pride.
#poetrycommunity, #poetry, #depression, #lonliness, #despair, #alone, #sadness, #sadpoetry, #sadpoem, #remedy, #redemption, #healing, #solace, #gloom, #writingishealing, #writingcommunity, #mirakeecommunity, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #mirakee, #writersnetwork
@mirakee @writersnetwork @senden_k @soulfulstirrings @_kabirI no longer know what happiness is
unless it's the tune of withering.
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- preetkanwal Deeply felt emotions ,superbly inked
- seyfert Amazingly Inked❤
- crogers180 Excellent! You are a true artist of words, and it's a pleasure reading
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autumnbreeze
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The aura of detachment breeds
in rigid room.
Your littered cough vacuum
air of relief.
I inhale puff in phases.
The notions of achievement
trigger silent recovery.
You intake the same sip
of delicacy.
I somehow render to
the beginnings and the endings.
The emptiness of pride is felt in
compulsive briefcases and barbaric literature.
You assume the world patterns
alongside lines on palms.
I negotiate with destiny stored
in my timid hands.
The dream about fame float
thin amongst the vacuum.
You repeat the same dispatched words
to sleep as lullaby, while l cry to it.
The rhythm to a secured relationship
exclude facets of redemption.
Your fragile yelp for healing
disclose ruins that form within me.
I witness the slow upheaval,
unnoticing how it devastates scars in me.
The glory to rekindle forms
new bonds of becoming and sustaining.
Your pitying giggles are heard somewhere
between embrace and stoic.
While l shed relic layers of despair
for glooming afar from you and me.
#poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #writing, #writingishealing, #healing, #solace, #mirakeecommunity, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #mirakee, #writersnetwork
@mirakee @writersnetwork @senden_k @_kabir @seyfertI negotiate with destiny stored
in my timid hands.
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- atticoftheheart LOVELY ❤❤
- autumnbreeze Thank you so much!! @timeblossom @crogers180 @atticoftheheart
- seyfert Beautiful ❤️
- recluse Wow. ❣️You amaze me every time with your writing skills ❣️❣️
- grotesque This is absolutely amazing. So beautifully written. Damn this is so good. ❣️❣️❣️
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autumnbreeze
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The world revolves in phases.
There are knots of gaps
I tremble to recover.
The notches of loneliness
confine who l am.
It consumes and growls,
leaving debris of emptiness.
A voice rings effortlessly,
a alarm for aliveness,
a knock from a stranger,
a bang on my ironed body.
How fragile and rough it's
touch could be.
Creativity flows in through
fatigue gaps.
It's remains are felt
when the world lulls.
The relativity of time
seduce the cult of becoming.
How the voice nurtures
stiches of existence within me.
The mirror reforms a reflection
of splintered skin, flesh and guilt.
How the scars of neglect
are foreseeable in the lucidity.
The duality of mundane body
refuse any form of recovery.
I inhibit in the rigidity of neglect,
rapidly expanding through gaps and phases.
The world without noticing keeps
revolving in phases.
While I recourse vacuumed recovery,
evolving into those phases.
#poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #depression, #lonliness, #solace, #healing, #alone, #sad, #sadpoem, #sadpoetry, #writing, #writingcommunity, #writingishealing, #remedy, #mirakeevommunity, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #mirakee, #writersnetwork
@mirakee @writersnetwork @senden_k @_kabir @soulfulstirringsThe relativity of time
seduce the cult of becoming.
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- autumnbreeze Thank you so much!! @diya_singh @barefoot
- autumnbreeze @paintdrops
- soulfulstirrings Arre .. you don't have to apologise .. it's just that I was perplexed as to why you posted the same one again .. that's all .. it's beautifully inked and you have all the right to repeat your work .. after all it's yours ♥️♥️chill blessings and love ( and take care )
- autumnbreeze @timeblossom
- autumnbreeze ☺ @timeblossom
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autumnbreeze
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The world revolves in phases.
There are knots of gaps
I tremble to recover.
The notches of loneliness
confine who l am.
It consumes and growls,
leaving debris of emptiness.
A voice rings effortlessly,
a alarm for aliveness,
a knock from a stranger,
a bang on my ironed body.
How fragile and rough it's
touch could be.
Creativity flows in through
fatigue gaps.
It's remains are felt,
when the world lulls.
The relativity of time
seduce the cult of becoming.
How the voice nurtures
stiches of existence within me.
The mirror reforms a reflection
of splintered skin, flesh and guilt.
How the scars of neglect
are foreseeable in the lucidity.
The duality of mundane body
refuse any form of recovery.
I inhibit in the rigidity of neglect,
rapidly expanding through gaps and phases.
The world without noticing keeps
revolving in phases.
While I resource vacuumed recovery,
evolving into those phases.
#poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #depression, #mentalhealth, #recovety, #coping, #remedy, #healing, #writing, #writingishealing, #becoming, #writingishealing, #journal, #solace, #negativethoughts, #emptymind, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #mirakee, #writersnetwork
@mirakee @writersnetwork @soulfulstirrings @senden_k @_kabirThe duality of mundane body
refuse any form of recovery.
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- autumnbreeze Thank you so very much!! @atticoftheheart
- branthan
- acrystalgirl (●♡∀♡)
- autumnbreeze @timeblossom
- autumnbreeze Hehe...thank you so much!! @timeblossom
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autumnbreeze
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The fenced garden sprouts of flowers that blossomed the reign of our drenched becoming. I witnessed how each flower narrated a bit of our unknown tale of separation.
Jasmine
A beginning of two crooked heart began. The fragrance of delicate love drizzled the entity of receiving love.
The world slowly nurtured the motions of petals too fragile, evolving a bud of purity on the grounds of shattered emotions.
Lily
Passage of becoming withheld the reverie that sung lullabies of security.
The world exhaled the aura of lucid passion which breed at the pavement of your soul.
Iris
The reign of conquering defeat against doubtless, gradually sank in circles of loosened fulfillment. The curse to be loved by you prevailed in large amount of reckless shame.
The world bestowed to the tolerance, l sustained with. You threw debris of our entity on my wrecked floor, while everyone gazed at the relic colours of life like a Van Gogh painting.
Rose
You left shatters of wisdom on the name of goodbyes. The prolonged trails of heartfelt words erupted the sinned colours of rose petals. The uncanny ways of your departing, glorified the pigment of ragged roses.
The world assumed it as the ashes of a deepened love. I treasure those crumbs as a dust of resilience. The mist of cruelty still evoke the beast within me and how unflatteringly l shun it's voice of freedom.
Tulip
The virtues you summed our love with centers the cosmos of my liberation. It consumes the very fibers of my body, just like the pitched black of a tulip.
The world accuses my freedom with demon-like names. The gestures of forbidding love, knit the threads of devastation. I have pulled the strings of high aspirations, leaving the ruins that once bled in me.
The garden perceives as an asylum of clenched love. The seeds of forgiveness can smother my land. I inhale the air of gratitude and cast an offspring of wildflower on the land which is futile to the soil of love.
#poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #emotions, #solace, #healing, #writingishealing, #writingcommunity, #pain, #flowers, #garden, #mirakeecommunity, #mirakee, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #writersnetwork
@mirakee @writersnetwork @senden_k @soulfulstirrings @_kabirYou threw debris of our entity on my wrecked floor, while everyone gazed at the relic colours of life like a Van Gogh painting.
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- divulgingenigma This is so beautiful!
- crogers180 Incredible! I am blown away by your talent. Absolutely beautiful!
- autumnbreeze Thank you so very much!! @divulgingenigma @crogers180
- autumnbreeze @timeblossom @oracular_ @branthan
- autumnbreeze Thank you so much!! @timeblossom
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myuwrites
58w
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Speeding of Life
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@mirakee @writersnetwork @soulfulstirrings @_kabir @senden_kIn the fast lane of life
speeding for decades
Knowing!
Some day , Somewhere
Ecstasy will come
screeching to a halt
With tired legs,
Restless Mind,
Twitching fingers,
and Flickering eyes
A therapy of life
Will be the only reprise
©myuwrites