Miraquill
Monsoon train of thought...
Strangers upstairs spilt their pitcher of crystal tears tonight
How it drip drops on the foggy glass panes now
Why is it they're still blue , those sat on heavenly stairs
Or is purgatory not a place but a Mirage of the misled mind
Perhaps I shall reside my heart in inferno
even as i rinse my limbs in Eden springs
Perhaps my tears should rush onto the panes of another gray soul
And then perhaps they would wonder
'bout spotting their Bane in a silver mirror
But what if they were to be tears of mirth
If they were mothers and little brothers
looking upon their loves
Starry eyed, a vision of pride
What if they were to be the first dewdrops
that slipped off a pink tulip
from the threshold of the goddesses kind
I should rest easy tonight, fingers tracing the racing drops
down the frosty windows
Heart content but never so much as a state of euphoria
Purgatory and paradise arrives when it does
But the ride slithers by the gates of heavens highest echelons
So I'll wait crescent smiles and Misty eyes...
©leo_scamander
leo_scamander
Insanity is essence.. Poetry is solace..
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Poe's raven...
Melancholy borrows every night of mr poe
Lenore , his holy grail and the raven, his haunting foe
The ghouls of his lover
interspersed his conscience forever more
He could only be reminiscent, for the raven said nevermore...
©leo_scamander -
Once in love...
The day you forget her
Eyes,
Periwinkle
December
Dream,
Eyes.
She'll
Close
Her
eyes
The day you forget her
©leo_scamander -
leo_scamander
21w
Read MoreSettling for less in life.. #wod #life #haiku @writersnetwork @miraquill
Dreamt I'd wed the moon
Ladders o'er ladders went stale
Swore fireflies are moons...
©leo_scamander -
A slow heartburn ...
Dip a beak into the gushing spring that never slights
My mind is a reckless brothel
awaiting your footfall, just to hear it fade into the lights
My body is slave to the coffee corporate
The Browns in your eyes could never compete
So I'll leave these heart strings to ponder the nuance of 'love'
They'd always lead to collections of Plath and the loss of Lenore
There are no more tales of woe to brew
Dead poets painted it for you...
©leo_scamander -
Where the snowflake sleeps...
December skies unfurl tomorrow
My word, to stride the frosty breeze and fly
Dressed in Bit of a scent from the seventh heaven
And Much love I gathered from the cloaked firs
Perhaps I'd settle on the pastel peaches of a queens orchard
Perhaps on the cheek of a daisy that dances on a painted hill
But my oh my would I yearn
to find home in a love letter ,
One that he writes by the chilly open shutters
Your name embossed in brazen letters,
His cheeks flushed, he'd swear it was just the weather
Oh' to sleep amidst the flames of young lovers untethered...
©leo_scamander -
Citrus breeze teased,
The autumnal monarch ,spilling kisses
O' Sweet summer daydreams...
©leo_scamander -
December boy
December boy, he took my breath away
Icicle eyes could chill hell and all its fiery walls
Sheila and mary, they warned me of frostbite,
I'd only call it the numb from biting into the core of a sweet ice cream
December boy left me in the bathtub with roses spilling out my lips
He took my breath away,as he always did....
©leo_scamander -
leo_scamander
24w
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#howto #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork
Draughts shouldn't haunt your pretty bedroom
Nor should the the outliers see
Your abysmally bothersome state of affairs
Drapes should sit just right
Velvet for finesse,
cotton to smite large nosed Neighbours
Naked walls are scandalous
Paintings of some obscure French name is where it's at
Flush down mediocrity, it ushers such enigma
Ah sweet is the essence of forged artistry
A genial greeting should charm them off their feet
Woollen 'welcome' rugs deliver flawlessly
rids the dust off all men and women that walked into your life
Only ever to look at the roses and pity the undone hedges
The welcome font would soon fade,
yet they wouldn't pause dead at their trails
Such is the Bible of interior decor,
Pretty the lawn, pretty the halls and rooms
Even if the paint peels at corners
and the doorhinges groan
When you're done, the world should shed a wry smile
And you'll go to bed in silk pyjamas and vacuous eyes...
©leo_scamanderA rational guide to interior decor
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Lessons of an unrich man...
Wise men of the collegiate kind
Filled and filled my trough with office stats
and lust for a golden penny
Plastered medallions unto the last inch of my painted walls
O'er all old portraits of family done in sharpies and crayola
Their Twiglike limbs and crescent smiles
The wise men left me with a grey Mane and worry lines
coughing crimson into a golden mug
I'd wish and wish then, to see a shard of the painted skies
I'm learning to live with my foot in a six feet bed...
©leo_scamander
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ak_anjali_daydreamzz
24w
Read More#howto #ak_wn_repost
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30 Nov 2021 6.06 pm
Thank you so much for Repost @writersnetwork ��How to (H)³
How to Hope
Hope is not a loose kite trailing the tail end of komorebi on days where brumous blues branch off
Hope is the lean thread that holds down the kite even as nocturnal shadow creeps throughout the day with no space for a sliver of light
How to Help
Help is not when a call beckons you to slide in and swiftly sweep the surface of struggles that seemingly pulls the half weight off the seeker
Help is when you realize the need for a helping hand or a leaning shoulder before someone seeks you out, a wind that rushes in to put off the wildfire before the cries of the cornered echoes around
How to Heal
Healing is not when you flow parallel to the time gushing down in doldrums, counting days, weeks and months by the fading shade of scars
Healing is when you let time to freely flow and sail on the ship of solitude and sanctity, while feeling the depth of visible and invisible scars, acknowledging the hurt and accepting the parameters to heal
All life is one moment of breath, repeating in riddles and rhymes
To unlock the levels of longevity, one has to master how to -
Hope, Help and Heal, to build a sanctuary within yourself
©ak_anjali_daydreamzz -
a_gentilischi
56w
Read MoreKinda busy these days, so I won't be here much. Love you loads!
This piece is fully inspired by the bg, which I found in Pinterest.
@writersnetwork thanks a million for the repost. You guys are the best! ��✨
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SLEEPLESS
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They told me
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But the sheep refuse to jump
And sleep refuses to come
So it's just me and them
On the too large bed
And they've crawled over to your side…
Mussed up the sheets…
Straightened the pillows…
So that when I lean over
To inhale the lingering scent
Of the perfume I gave you last Valentines…
A wad of wool goes up my nose
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Till I'm spitting out pieces
Of my broken heart
With every other cough
And you just watch
Smiling from your photo frame
On the bedside table
The sheep and I
We stare at you
At kiss swollen lips
And cotton candy stained fingers
The brightest flame
Among the carnival lights
"We" means, me and my sleepless nights
It's been so long
Since "We" meant
"You" and "Me"
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2021.04.20
Written rights : ©a_gentilischi
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#sleepless #love #end #pod
#mirakee #writersnetwork #writersbay
@mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay
#life #thoughts #reality #heartbreak
#night #memories #wnreagent.
©a_gentilischi
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thoughtfulbrain_
58w
Read More"I don't want."
"I need help."
"I am afraid."
"Let me be."
"Mom is afraid."
"Dad touches me."
"Kitchens are cages."
"Houses, not homes."
• "Boys don't cry" •
"He hides pain."
"She shouldn't have."
"She was raped."
•"He raped me."•
"She isn't weak."
"No means No."
"Consent is mine."
"Love isn't bodily."
"Papers don't lie."
"We are writers."
• "I love myself."•
"The world's changing."
"I am change."
"Everyone can dream."
"Life is color-blind."
"Life isn't race."
"This isn't funny."
• "You are enough." •
©thoughtfulbrain_
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I guess we choose what 3 words we hear, what 3 words we speak and what 3 words we choose to breed and allow to become our actions :)
Mental health isn't funny.
Rape isn't crime. It is murder of consent.
Girls aren't weak. Boys aren't strong.
Gender isn't a sign of who we must be.
The world needs change. You are the change you wish for. These aren't just words. They can be actions and sights, if you will :)
#seek_speak ( for my long muses) #lost_emlines"I am Okay"
is 3 words,
( and so is..…)
//Captions
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Here lies I,
Naked as the day
I was born.
And in these words
I have etched,
May you live and
laugh and cry with me
and acknowledge
why for the poet,
Even the grave is
too shallow
a place to pin him down.
©Meri Murry -
•E P I G R A P H•
Astray will I go in the farm of dreams one day,
And will hold your hand tightly my life.
We'll wander amid the freezing sorrows,
and bath in the sunrays of beautiful poetries of hope.
I'll be the poet,
You be the poem.
Let us fill these spaces
on the brown old paper together.
©daffodilpearlzz
Tue 23 Mar 2021 -
a_gentilischi
61w
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A story about...
1. Someone who was lost and found, and lived in regret
2. Someone who got lost in regret and died
Sorry people, earlier, I posted this without the poem. I must be going mad ����
LOST AND FOUND
Laboured shallow breaths that turn in the silence
Sniffing for the aftertaste of past's violence
In intermittent intervals, the life support beeps
The young woman by the bedside quietly weeps
Wet lace handkerchief clutched in calloused palms
She prays to unvisited gods and offers them alms
She feels trapped in the eye of a raging storm
As her first few tears flow with the winds of norm
Of course, that's what you do when a loved one dies
She says she misses him, first of many such lies
Falsehoods preserving the sense of her mangled mind
When the forced threads of fate, begin to unwind
You never get to choose who your parents are
No return tickets, warranties, all complaints barred
She thought she hated him, having misread his heart
Now she sees the error, when they're about to part
Memories long forgotten, lost in mist of time
Surface suddenly, singing of a childhood sublime
Warm embrace, newly recalled in grown child's eyes
A lost child is found, when her lost father dies
Saline drops saunter down the tube in leisure
Paying no mind to the grief beyond measure
As the limp bag of finished saline, solemnly stands
A clock with cracked dial, turns reluctant hands
2021.03.16
Written rights : ©a_gentilischi
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#regret #love #life #death #end
#lost #found #thoughts #story
@mirakee @writersnetwork
#mirakee #writersnetwork.
©a_gentilischi
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March,17 2021
Like other days I slept again after gettin' up . My alarm went off curtains turned crisp basked under the sun rays . Till a burning smell hits my nostrils I woke up again but this time in shock . I darted towards the kitchen to see the toasts I placed in the toaster seared while the cornflakes I made are now an abode of bees . Irking I tweezed my hair , anathematized my soul . Its not a new thing I never was a person who ever succeeded. Every time I tried to prepare myself to give my best I failed badly .
Let me tell you my journey,
When I was 8 ,
A drawing competition was held in our school. Everyone was cheerful that they will give their best even I was . That day when all the students were sketching , coloring and imagining . I was the only one who was totally blank . I practiced at my home but no , at that time I was suffocating . Only thoughts in my mind were if I don't win this competition . How will I be able to endure the meaning behind word failure ? And unfortunately , I failed very badly not just in drawing competition but also in exams.
When I was 12,
My mother wanted me to succeed like my cousins . You know what the problem we human have we don't see the calliber and interest of someone we always try to compare that person with someone who is much more into that work. My mother took me to stitching, baking classes , for ear piercing and so on . I kept visiting these places like sun visit earth after a cloudburst . But never it can spread or snatch away the fragrance , beauty and destruction that it cause. Same happened to me my mind never wanted to work there they tried to work upon me but I always was a statue sitting there looking at their faces constantly. In the end , they called my parents telling "your daughter is a failure."
When I was 15,
Study pressure , my mother was pregnant and also I had to take care of my home . In these days , when my little siblings sleep till morn' I was the one who tried to make chapati's in different shapes. I failed in starting attempts and my siblings started mocking me that you can't do anything good in this life . But I worked hard on it and soon I succeeded in making a perfect circle. No one praised me for that though. They were like not a big deal every girl can cook this.
When I was 17,
Till 17, my life changed . I was a drop out from school . My parents saw that now I am a responsible person the only solution they got was to engage me with someone whom I never know . Well , I got engaged . After some months I got to know that he love someone else. She is much more beautiful and skillful than me . And I was just a person who doesn't even know about her dignity , has no dreams or goals just a girl who knows household some words of english with a bad educational background . In short a love failure as well .
And now as I'm 18 ,
I learned some great points from my life .
~ Failure douse a fire in your heart which later turn into the aspiration to succeed .
~To be a failure is not a blot , failures makes you a human .
~You will succeed but as always life isn't a cup of tea for everyone . So , be patient .
~To change the perception of people be this much strong to change yourself first .
~Criticism plays a vital role in our personal and writing lives .
~Poems come into being when the writer fail to summarize his feelings in his heart and he succeed in penning them down as poetries .
~Even how much successful you are but always be ready to taste the dust of failure.
~People can't symbolize you as a successful person or a failure . Just you can put yourself in these categories .
~Life is short it can very easily quaff your success and gurk it out as failures . Or vise versa . Time is a game changer.
©fromwitchpen -
Crepusculum
She was the day
He was the night
They had very different worlds
Separated by all of worlds might
Separated by what’s wrong
and what’s right
Separated by darkest flaws
and righteous light
But their love was transcendent
From the ironically divided world’s guide
Hidden from all the worlds judgemental sight
They would always meet
at the ...Twilight
