Miraquill
AND THEN ONE NIGHT ALL OF A SUDDEN I FOUND MYSELF CRYING FOR NO REASON AT ALL...
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Loving people isn't hard
But accepting their true nature is the real deal
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Its not about walking in a straight path
But how you walk at your every step...
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Women
WOMEN, a person who had been subjugated by the society to conquer her dreams. Women, a person who suffers from mental pain, who bleed 1 trillion RBC's every month. She is been judged by her character. Carrying so much pain in her shoulder, she walks like a prettiest butterfly. Her beautiful eyes had shed many tears. By respecting women you respect your existence. A true warrior of life is a women. If no women in this earth, no life existed.
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Greed
Greed is a desire, a selfish desire to achieve things through an evil source. Greed is of wanting things unlimitedly and is a big stone in the road of success. Greed is a Way to lose a companion, a guardian. Greed, a lock at the door of your destiny, of your future.
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In an autumn evening
With the memories of spring
Like a yellow broken leaf
Her heart was rest in piece
Dead eyes
With no shine
In a verge of tear
With no fear
A brave soul
Never met the future goal
Sat on a swing
With her broken wing
Finally beginning of the summer
A wish to cry never
Longing for herself back
She started again on that unnamed track...
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Sky
Sky at the day
Seems so far away
Filled with hope and courage
To be a little sweet and savage
An admiration to start a new
When the time flew
The sky becomes a lone sea
When it's dark with no spark
Only filled with rock memory
But when you die
Still, our memories will be
UNDER ONE SKY
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The World isn't colourful
Until we paint it
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Mistakes never leads you to failure
It whispers you to try harder
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When you'll loose everything
You will realize
"Friends can make your life beautiful but not successful"
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abilene
142w
I want to tell you
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But if I did
You'd never look at me the same way
Ever again
And I really don't want to lose that
I really can't lose that
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An Ode to the Writer within Me!
This wasn't a Aspiration
Nor an ambition
I knew I was muddled and lost
In the chaotic thoughts
Then Words brought me to this
Beautiful world !
Where feelings can be written
Of the thoughts that were smitten✨
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hmg101p
143w
Upon my lips, are the sins I keep. I shared them once, in a moment of lust and grief. Our bodies twisted, souls intertwined. I fell in love with a darkness, that lurked behind his eyes. A massacre of passion and romance. His fingers found a way to make my flesh dance. And oh the sonnets that soon ensued. Rhyming nights, with forgotten kisses under the moon. He lost my heart, in the filth of desire. I’m left cursing a name, that once grew me flowers...
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sharmee_m
143w
Read More25/08
Oh man, I can't seem to stop writing about writers and writing! Am I out of topics?
��This is for all the writers out here (well, again!) ��
@writerstolli @writersnetwork @writers_paradise @mirakee #pod #writer_wt
P.S.: The restaurant's name was 'Of rhythm and brews' which made me think of writing this.
❤️ Aannnndd thank you WN for the repost. ❤️Yes, I am a writer!
Yes, I am a writer.
I look at the traffic from my car and see the drivers lost in their smartphones while the light is red. And I want to write about slaves tied to their master.
I stargaze and realize how small a part I am in the universe. I want to write about tiny things and the mighty ones; about coexistence, about synchronization.
I read the name of a restaurant and make it the subject of my poesy, I smell a flower in the bush and I want to make it the title of my poem.
Yes, I am a writer and I'm always on the lookout for topics to write on.
I walk out of my daily grocery store and as the grocer smiles at me warmly and puts a small candy in my basket, I want to write about friendship; about unnamed bonds.
I hang up my phone after a 2-hour long call with my 200 kilometres - far best friend at 2 AM, and still want to write her a 2-page long letter ranting about how badly I miss her; about love and longing.
I glance at the clock and think of how circumstantial 'time' actually is! The night is too short for a sound sleep and the day is too long to stay awake. I just feel the need to write an anecdote about myself and time.
Yes, I am a writer and I always relate myself to everything.
I cry on a pillow and write my tragic saga on the walls, I laugh with my family and store the words of ecstasy only in my heart. Oblivious of the evil side of the world, I often unsee the plight of homeless children on the roads and bless the beautiful babies born with a silver spoon. I want to write about every contrasting thing I see and do.
I travel to find inspiration, I observe people to learn, I read books to influence my mind, I listen to the differences in the universe, I constantly feel the need to elevate my vocabulary, my thesaurus, and my rhymes.
The river, breeze, autumn, sunrays, waterfalls, nightingales, kittens, daffodils, cherries, mirth, poverty, birth, death, all seem to talk to me.
Yes, I am a writer and I'm always listening.
©sharmee_m
