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  • jpdiya 1w

    #random #wod #pod #anaphora #ceesreposts #writersnetwork @writersnetwork @miraquill

    ((Blank page syndrome is another word for writer's block, which describes the creative blocks and avoidant thought patterns))

    "Writing about writer's block is better
    than not writing at all"
    ~ Charles Bukowski

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    •|| BPS : Blank Page Syndrome ||•

    All I have is a blank page,
    All I have is crying of poems,
    All I do is excruciating,

    All I did was breaking hearts
    with a soft touch of Expectations...

    {Quenched stars, Burnt snowflakes,
    A Bottle of melancholy moonlight}

    A gloomy fight//

    Ocean of scattered pages.
    Ocean of lost hopes.
    Ocean of grey crocodile tears.
    Ocean of unfinished lines...


  • jpdiya 2w

    Dunno what is this...
    ((Figuring out mixed emotions))
    #wod #pod #love #ceesreposts #writersnetwork

    Crumbled papers all the way
    Fake attempts to write poems
    Aha, Something about you?
    Yeah , but couldn't.
    Not because 'we' are hard to explain.
    My broken nib drives circles
    Under the broken street light,
    & these little shadows grow with time.

    I love how 'puzzled' we were,
    How we spent times to solve
    The problems like tangled
    Headphones holding scars.

    I love the way you loved the things
    I hated about my heart.
    Let's fall for each other again.
    Like we did when we didn't know much.

    I love the way we used to look
    While holding hands.
    I know it wasn't only September
    When the last Lilies bloomed back,
    Two hearts beating aside,
    But still there's a gap.

    Blowing breeze within the rod bars
    Fallen leaves carrying memories,
    No more here.
    You're not here.
    Void room never felt so rare.

    Can you be mine again?
    But this time we'll never make
    That 'forever' promise pain.



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    Let's fall for each other,
    Like we did when we didn't know much.
    I love the way you loved the things
    I hated about my heart.


  • jpdiya 3w

    ||| #kept #wod #pod #writersnetwork
    @writersnetwork @miraquill #personification |||


    ̶A broken jar of blue hope.
    Grey ocean in my eyes.
    Red acrylic through the veins.
    Sparkling glitters of expectations.
    Two spoons of bitter pain.
    Sweet mist of memories.
    Texts having "goodbyes"
    Five drops of rain.
    Black ashes of agony.
    Butterflies in the ribcage.
    One buckets of scattered pages.
    A bunch of sick roses.
    Crying poems inside the head.
    White pallette holding dry colours.
    ~An unfinished cynical canvas.
    ~A soul solving twisted life equations.


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  • jpdiya 4w

    I'm painting my nights with happy lies & yeah I’m doing just fine.

    Each and every words I've said to me was just to feel the comfort...

    Take a shower. Wash away every trace of
    yesterday. Of smells. Of weary skin. Get
    dressed. Make coffee, windows open, the sun
    shining through. Hold the cup with two hands
    and notice that you feel the feeling of warmth.
    You still feel warmth.Now sit down and get to
    work. Keep your mind sharp, head on, eyes on
    the page and if small thoughts of worries fight
    their ways into your consciousness: threw them
    off like fires in the night and keep your eyes on
    the track. Nothing but the task in front of you.
    Get off your chair in the middle of the day.
    Put on your shoes and take a long walk on open
    streets around people. Notice how they’re all
    walking, in a hurry, or slowly. Smiling, laughing,
    or eyes straight forward, hurried to get to
    wherever they’re going. And notice how you’re
    just one of them. Not more, not less. Find
    comfort in the way you’re just one in the crowd.
    Your worries: no more, no less.

    Go back home. Take the long way just to not
    pass the liquor store. Don’t buy the cigarettes.
    Go straight home. Take off your shoes. Wash
    your hands. Your face. Notice the silence.
    Notice your heart. It’s still beating. Still fighting.
    Now get back to work.Work with your mind
    sharp and eyes focused and if any thoughts of
    worries or hate or sadness creep their ways
    around, shake them off like a runner in the night
    for you own your mind, and you need to tame it.
    Focus. Keep it sharp on track, nothing but the
    task in front of you.
    Work until your eyes are tired and head is
    heavy, and keep working even after that.

    Then take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a
    glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down
    and close your eyes.Notice the silence. Notice
    your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made
    it, after all. You made it, another day. And you
    can make it one more. You’re doing just
    fine.You’re doing fine. And I’m doing just fine.


  • jpdiya 5w

    #pod #wod #writersnetwork @writersnetwork @miraquill
    #dewdrop #ceesreposts

    //We're not who we used to be
    We're just two ghosts
    Standing in the place of you and me
    Trying to remember how it feels
    To have a heartbeat//
    ~Harry Styles

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    Wasn't our love a mess
    Alike this piece of poetry?

    Dewdrops upon the splintered grass
    Remind me about how we were once,

    ~Dried out just by a splash of heat.

    Changes were
    something we
    couldn't resist.

    It was relative, the D I S T A N C E between
    Me and Her
    And Delicate,
    Thread connecting two of us.

    Our chocolate love,
    Was too B I T T E R to eat.

    Love was a cage and I let it free.

  • jpdiya 6w

    The day I sank alone,
    No one to pull me out.
    The day I lost myself,
    Wasn't that crucial.

    The day I was in a muddle
    No way to go.
    In a world full of chaos
    (Instead of finding sunlight)
    I was busy to collect shadows.


  • jpdiya 7w

    B E A U T Y

    Aren't we all addicted to that soft touch of pain?

    //It's funny how I've never gone through a
    severe heartbreak but it always feels like I've
    gone or maybe I've already experienced it

    Sometime it is really painful
    to accept some truths
    to think what is actually wrong
    to sort out some irrelevant issues
    to manage some worst situations.
    to sleep with some messy thoughts
    to hold back tears...

    two blurry eyes
    a throat with pain
    a mind with unnecessary guilt
    a hope of being okay.


  • jpdiya 9w

    Hey ya! Wrote something after a break of 2 weeks :D

    #color #start #wod #pod #writersnetwork
    @muraquill @writersnetwork #ceesreposts

    It was 01:45 AM , when I wrote it.
    [I'm out of contents]
    Messed one...

    EC!! �� it doesn't deserve to be on EC ����
    But still thanks a lot ❤

    **dark concepts ⚠

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    // Red coloured wine //

    I've never known the address of demons :
    Where my core dips into opaque nightmares,
    And tastes the fragrance of red eye stares.
    Where the moonlight becomes wine,
    And my crimson rage in colour palette
    Proceeds to red sketchy pale ballads.
    Where shades of amour looses the crown,
    Where the scarlet life turns out brown,

    It's red : my vein, my lip, my failures.
    No more fairies, no dream sailors.
    Those scars are reminiscent of jilted pain.
    And heart sings the songs of love unrequited.


  • jpdiya 11w

    #sail #writersnetwork #pod #wod

    Participated in the daily challenge after a looong timee,

    10 words perfectly (✿❛◡❛)

    @writersnetwork ty ♥︎

    @fatty_07 Both in EC ������

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    Your paper boat sails buoyant poems
    Around my melancholy ocean.


  • jpdiya 11w

    Thought to share this masterpiece with you guys
    : )

    Happy Friendship Day you all... ♡
    [And Happy Girlfriends Day too]


    My love choco for you all ~ ��

    (All credit goes to Clairel Estevez)

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    A Peculiar Bond~

    It isn't the red ribbon
    that binds us together.
    The root that unifies us,
    does not derive
    from a tree on the wall.

    This bond knows no genetics.

    Friendship is a peculiar seed.
    No matter the season, the weather,
    nor the time of the day.

    When planted on a nourishing soul,
    it will always bear fruit.

    ~Clairel Estevez