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im_the_star_of_my_life 3d
Good byes of more than 300 students and passengers!
"on the night of 15 April 2014,
The sewol ferry departed incheon part, Korea. 476 passengers, including 325 students on a school trip to jeju island, were on board.
Shhh... *On call - A ship is sinking"
True story!
A long heartbreaking and touching story in short!
Some years ago 476 passengers and 325 students who were in their field trip , more than 300 students died in sewol ferry accident.
The captain and crew told the students to stay inside and they'll come back, but they didn't,
Instead of saving those students, they saved themselves and students listened to their Elders without any reluctance, they believed in them which caused their death.
Passenger called to the operators and informed them about the titling ship.
They came, but they only escaped to the captains ,
When students were shifting in other boat, ship started to sink.
And the who was supposed to be protect them was absent there. Students called there parents and there parents told them to follow the teacher's guidance. Which was their big mistake/regret . And when the ship was about to sink over, student massages their parents knowing they ain't alive anymore.
The 'sewol' started to sink, when the captain escaped, more than half of the passengers were still on the ship.
Instead of escaping the students and passengers government agencies repeatedly requested a camera to be sent for their internal reporting,
"has the camera arrived, we are waiting for the images"
But the camera was more important for them than those souls.
Captain rescued himself without pulling the passengers first.
Rescurers assumed the most of the people were out, not knowing that numerous students weren't. Coz they listened to their adults. "for some good things to happen sometime people have to disobey orders"
This is a long and heartbreaking accident.here want to finish it.
//mom, dad the ship is titled a lot, miss you GOOD BYE ~sewol students last msg~//
A good bye with thousands of memories.
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Not any write up... But wanted to share it, maybe will delete it!. #temp
Maybe #goodbye @writersnetwork @mirakee.
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Lastly wanna say that. -
BTS- Spring day song, is dedicated to the families of those died students,.
Recommending you all to listen it with lyrics.
SPRING DAY /in my emotional playlist.
:))
My 50th post!
Thank you so... Much, ❤ WN :)) @writersnetwork
Written n posted on
10.04.21A GOOD BYE WITH THOUSANDS OF MEMORIES.
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im_the_star_of_my_life 4d
If the deep luminous eyes speaks,
then why not the tears screams ?
What the gray winged fairy said -
Your eyes are overwhelmed
with assorted emotions,
Tears not doth speaks,
they ejaculate in cheer to mitigate your misery and morose
and later, to give you bliss.
I'm in depth of despair, then my eyes are finding overwhelmed heart, I lost it! where is it!?
Emotions are in your luminous eyes, so is the heart!.
//we can tell about human's heart by their eyes//
~Aqsa~
©im_the_star_of_my_life
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Tell me my mistakes!
#sensless #lame
@writersnetwork #ceesreposts @mirakee #rhetoric #wod
Thank you WN ❤:)).
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im_the_star_of_my_life 1w
Ode-to_diary - to my diary
I write metaphors
yet my
soul in you;
without you my
emotions
are wordless,
Eventually, they are
Scribbled in you.
Ode-to-pen - to my pen
Like my mouth is
Incomplete
without
my tongue;
Thus, you're the one
Which completes
my hand.
//it is not the hand which writes,
It's your pen that directly makes connection with your heart.//
~Aqsa~
©im_the_star_of_my_life
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#ode #wod @writersnetwork
Tell me my mistakes! ●︿●
Thank you WN ❤:))// It is not the hand that writes,
It's your pen that directly makes connection with your heart.//
©im_the_star_of_my_life -
im_the_star_of_my_life 1w
collabration with @daunting_phoenix
Looking at the shimmering stars on the black canvas,
They are blindingly bright.
Twinkling so as to hide the scars they bear.
What lies beyond that vast space?
A universe you say.
Are you sure?
Look at me falling into a black hole;
Will I reach somewhere,
Or just keep swirling,. With stardust and debris.?
I envision to reach somewhere,
But will I be able to reach there?
I continued to deferre everything to later,
What I did glean ?
How do I get out from this prison?
Falling, falling into the black hole,
Screaming my missdeeds, what I did!?
I lost resilience, I lost optimism,
Falling into the hell with assorted misery and awe.
My pain screams with me,
Erosion of life comes on gradually,
Will I survive?
Or will I die?
Or just keep swirling in this black hole which never ends.
©daunting_phoenix
©im_the_star_of_my_life
#creesreposts #writersnetwork #mirakee
@writersnetwork @mirakee
Tell us our mistakes.
does it makes sense!?
#writersblock #mindblock (+_+)
#lame
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im_the_star_of_my_life 2w
//Life without pain is the guarantee
of true suffering //
@writersnetwork @mirakee
#ceesreposts
{ Fays - fairies }.
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im_the_star_of_my_life 2w
@squared thank you ♥
@writersnetwork @mirakee
Morph - change (here)
#reelsMiraquillUntil I morph my alive poems into the dead poetries of tomorrow ,
I would continue to live in the prison of misery and awful sorrow.
~Aqsa
©im_the_star_of_my_life -
im_the_star_of_my_life 3w
Collaboration with @vichus :))
Those hushed whispers of zephyr,
Evokin the fairytales of humanity
that buried in the depth of my heart ,
For when my soul pity
on the enervated muse
that mocking at those tears of humans,
I may die thousand times
in vain questioning why?! Yet
greed rules the heart as it blind the eyes;
to illustrate chaotic arts
I may walk around the shades of darkness that break the serene smiles.
And those serene rhymes about humanity
That I always keep in my pocket of morals,
For when my overactive ego
that morphs me into the evil.
My cruelty that snatch others euphoria and tranquility,
For my repugnant behavior
that hurt the hearts,
And the ego which
makes my eonia into envy, that can burn me, and morph me,
into the demon that kills it's humanity over greed.
'I'm the mere human finding humanity in the ashes of bliss.'
©vichus
©im_the_star_of_my_life
#creesreposts #writersnetwork #mirakeeHumanity.
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im_the_star_of_my_life 3w
WHO AM I ?
Who am i...?
I HAVE a body, but I'M not a body,
There is not any proof that we are our body.,
I HAVE head, hands , eyes, and so On.
I have these, but I'm not these.
I have body... But I'm not body.
Who am i...?
Am I my mind?
I feel I have mind, but I'm not mind,
Mind that thinks, dreams, remembers...
I have it... I'm not it.
I have mind... I'm not mind.
Who am i...?
Am I the memory? (the memory often thought to be the part of the mind but yet)
It remembers what I experience and
It can recall everything that it records.
But am I the memory?
I have the memory, but
I'm not the memory.
Then
WHO AM I?
Who is that 'I' ?
WHO AM I...?
I'm not 'i'
Then
Who is that 'me' ?
Who is 'me' ?
WHO AM I ?
WHO ARE WE?
Searching for me...
22/03/21
@/shrey2310 - please give a read to one of his post (masterpiece) on 'WHO ARE WE ?'Must read
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Kbhi kbhi insaan phool ki jagah kaata bnjata hai, aur khilne ki jagha chubhne lgta hai.
Kbhi kbhi Insaan phool ki jagah kaata bnjata hai, aur udne ki jagah, wo barish ki trah barasne lgta hai.
©im_the_star_of_my_life
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[ QUESTION ]
Which is that dish you always wanted to eat but never got a chance to?
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lovesmessenger 2d
Dear Poet,
I know that it's hard to take the waterfalls and heart blushes that dwell within your mind to paper. I know that it's hard to make the birds chirp with poetic songs that perch in your heart sometimes. Yet it can be done. For once your muse goes on vacation it's hard to let your pen be possessed by your heart. The paper becomes dry like a desert and the wind that blows the kisses to your lover no longer blows. It's a dark time like a day without the sun a poetic eclipse of your world. But I'm here to tell you it won't last. The poetic whispers will flow like a strong river once again. Just hold on til then. Have the faith that your pen will once again make the dead emotions of others rise again. To flutter like beautiful butterflies. So continue to try. Even if its gibberish that not even a toddler could understand. Write on. For your muse will land upon you like a beautiful feather blessing you with an abundance of creativity. I know this all to well for I been there. So please dont give up!
Sincerely,
Someone like you
©lovesmessenger
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#mirakee #writersnetwork #wod #letter #podDear You
May this letter bring peace and may these words summon your muse forth
©lovesmessenger -
pillars_of_life_ 44m
[ QUESTION ]
Which is the best and the worst notification on your phone in a day?
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pillars_of_life_ 40m
[ QUESTION ]
Which is the house insect/reptile/animal you hate or fear the most?
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Recipe to make a poet
Requirements/ingredients:
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1 whole life for Exploring
12 months in a year to experience the nature
1 week to study
24 hours given to express
Every day a poetry baked
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((Tips:))
No salt No sweet
Just natural flavour of simple words,
Good ambience of mind set
_________ . . . . . ______
Initially, just explore nature and plan to sort.
Sorting of ideas into different layers of
emotions studied from nature.
Sieve the negativity and only keep
the positivity.
12 months to experience with new topics
based on the seasons and the respective
changes seen.
24 hours daily to frame the beauty and
poetically bring out the cognitive skills.
Finally, a poet is ready with
the rhyme and the rhythm to ink
the ideas into verses.
©sproutedseeds
13.04.21 -
todayis 8h
Today
It's Apr 13 Tue 2021
©todayis -
_anaan__ 2h
I often stumble upon
cozy deep love
that haunts me for days.
©_anaan__ -
mehna_2006 1d
Sometimes I await for those wrapped boxes outside my door,
Sometimes under the Christmas tree,
Sometimes when I cut the cake or even blow out the candles on top of it.
And at last when they would catch my eye,
I'm always curious what it might be ?
And when i open the gifts , I feel happy for a moment and then it's me back to normal.
Just enjoying something , still waiting for something.
Then my door bell rings , unexpectedly on a Sunday morning . And to my surprise there was no one standing but a vintage wrapped box on my door mat. The one I awaited but with doubt.
I quickly hurry inside and place it on the small table .
Without thinking twice I slowly remove the wrapper as the wrapper held magical powers of luring me .
A brown small cardboard box lies there in front of me. Without hesitation I open the box just to get tears in my eyes .
It was a charm braclet . A beautiful one and a heart touching one too. The one I wanted from long .It had small gems around it and a big charm in between them with just a heart of color black . I look at my unwrapped gifts from yesterday and it gets me thinking ,
Why wasn't I this happy when I opened them ?
Maybe they did make me happy and blissful but not that much as this little charm here.
Maybe this is what you call a special gift.
Just a wrapped box with no name or address .
But you know it belongs to you.
©mehna_2006
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Tell me if this is right or wrong .
Just thought of writing this.
Though I have many gifts that gave me memories and many gave me smiles .
#pod #gifts #wod #life #me #charms #love
Thank you all for the likes and reposts
@writersnetwork thank you for the like & repost ❤I know gifts are just wrapped in paper ,
But special ones are wrapped
with love inside them . Even if unknown ,
they will give you smiles
and maybe tears of bliss.
Special are remembered
with the memories they leave ,
not how much they cost
or who gifted it .
©mehna_2006 -
pillars_of_life_ 3h
Here is a reward for those three who decoded.
@jewelskhan7 @smile_its_sunnah @daunting_phoenix
The winner (_jewelskhan7) received a video as well, of her writeup with a continuation by pillar (me) through mail.
I loved doing it for you all.[ REWARD ]
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Hope is the wonderful recipe of life, to enhance your latent power to achieve the most difficult and impossible goals.
Whisk hope, kindness, love and alignment with the rules of nature in your smart, pro-social work.
Sprinkle it with social relations, work-life balance and moderation.
Then serve your most peaceful life with some exercise and dip of creativity.
©word_breath
