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  • lorette 14w

    2021

    I hate you
    I'll name you,"Death"
    ©lorette

  • lorette 36w

    Why am I here?

    Why do I come here and thumb my feelings down only when I'm hurt ?
    Perhaps maybe it is the only form of expression I can afford.
    Why does sentimental pain cause me to display my words freely.
    Perhaps because it is them that makes a great Poetry.
    Why do I have to force myself to record the warmth of your existance,
    Perhaps it is that that makes me want to distance.
    Wherefore,Why am I here?
    ©lorette

  • lorette 55w

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    You did it again;making me feel insignificant.
    ©lorette

  • lorette 66w

    What fate is this?
    What is written on my star?
    Did i bring myself here?
    Do i want this?
    For everyone and everything to be against every step i take.
    "its all for the best", they say,
    "Successful person goes through the toughest path", they say.
    My patience says,a cursed.
    My cheeks,my skin taste salt.
    My eyes blurry to this luck.
    The universe changes its course,
    My star,its sadened fate:
    Stood there on the way of this tragic course.
    A whole new creation,i hope.
    Out from this black hole,
    Into a world where my sense would feel the essence.
    I pray you're kind to me,dear dust.
    Be gentle with my star,dear fate.
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    A fate like this

    My patience says,a cursed.
    My cheeks,my skin taste salt
    ©lorette

  • lorette 68w

    My friend who had arranged the cab was waiting impatiently for me.Her dad,i could hear him through the phone,he was uneasy with all of this chaos.I can't blame them.It was a shaky journey,full of uncertainties.By the time i arrived at the arranged spot,it was already too late(9:23am).It usually takes 2hrs 30min for the journey to the airport from here.
    Our flight will board around 12 noon.Her dad with his witty being,thank God was not as mad as he should be.He's one of those people that thinks far,prepares the worst so everything goes smooth.Thank heavens for someone like him.Although his ways tends to irritate people.But i was okay with that.I was not in the position to be complaining about them when it was my end of the journey that causes all this confusion.
    Into their vehicle i got,and without any words of goodbye to my mom and sister,the driver took off.He put on a serious racing face,i saw a glimse of it .
    A part of me still hoping i would reach the airport and a part of me wishes for the flight to delay,so i can go back to my hills.
    From here onwards,my road was smooth.No rain,clear skies.Warm weather,making the sweater i put on an irritation.The driver was so focused on getting us at the airport on time,i didn't even dare to ask for a toilet break.Damn urine.Why is my bladder so impatient now,i thought.Ah!!screw it..let it explode,for all i care.
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    #mirakee #storyteller @writersnetwork #readwriteunite #pod
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    Ps:- check out my previous post to start my journey!!

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    The highway road

    Into their vehicle i got,and without any words of goodbye to my mom and sister,the driver took off.
    ©lorette

  • lorette 69w

    They woke me up around 4:00am.We were suppose to arrive at the airport around 11:00 am.
    It was raining heavily,so heavy that my self conscious tells me i'm heading down a questionable path.
    But what am i supposed to do?Nothing i do lately seems to be on a right path.
    Down the weary,worn out road,i was driven through.With the dusk dawning upon,We kept driving through the non-stop rain.
    It poured down so heavy on us,i can't even get a shut eye for the ride.My concscious doubting this hitherto decision.Before you know it,my worst instinct starts to come true,with those three little words the driver pronounce: "OH NO,TRAFFIC"
    You might think this is you
    r normal traffic.No this is one of those traffic where your life depends on.Not only because i have to catch a flight,oh no.
    As the vehicle move metre by metre,we saw the rain water dropping on the road from on top of the hills surrounding the entire road we're on.We saw mini waterfalls all through the way.You would think they are those pretty falls.Again no.They are those mini monsters that destroys the highway,with every drop that they are.
    There was water everywhere,cracks on the road,pebbles and stones turned up,creating a rough,assymetrical path.As my vehicle passes the other vehicles who have fell down the ditch,down the muddy road,landslides everywhere,and my vehicle saw it all.
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    Keep following up for the rest od the journey.Thank u
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    #mirakee #pod #readwriteunite @writersnetwork

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    The road on the rain

    They are those mini monsters that destroys the highway,with every drop that they are.

  • lorette 69w

    To be honest,i cant write or think properly here.
    My mind is not where it should be,
    Everything is blurry,nothing is clear.
    ©lorette

  • lorette 69w

    Will be writing about my rocky journey today.

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    Destination zero

    What a dissapointment
    ©lorette

  • lorette 69w

    I have to leave my beautiful paradise now,
    Far away in that foreign land,a soothing howl.
    My soul,will weep rivers of excess salt;
    A wound on me,keep pouring on my cuts
    My heart aches,my whole being feel minute;
    Like an ancient saddened and rustic flute.
    My spirit will hover around these-
    majestic hills.
    I'm warning you,my aura will be felt,around these parts,
    My chi will essentiate,it will never be still.






    #mirakeewritere #pod #readwriteunit @writersnetwork #sad #poets #poetsofmirakee

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    Aù Révoír

    My soul,will weep rivers of excess salt;
    A wound on me,keep pouring on my cuts
    ©lorette

  • lorette 69w

    There was a tinge of sadness in her voice,
    When she said,she has finally made her choice.
    Feeling her mind wobbling,her position unstable,
    Her presence to the people she loves seems-
    Invisible.
    Her voice tells us that the heart doesn't want-
    To leave,
    What she needs to do is going to be hard-
    To achieve.
    But her options are very much limted,
    Because yet again,she's made to feel unwanted.

    She feels she doesnt belong here anymore;
    Its time to leave behind what she loves:
    Its time to walk far away without remorse.
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    What is this coincidense again?What is the universe trying to tell me?should i listen to it?Or should i not?
    THere are things that can't be understood or interpret the way a writer feels.At least not in its true depth.
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    #sadtime #sadstory #sadness @writersnetwork #readwriteunite #pod #mirakee #poets

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    Difficult decisions

    But her options are very much limted,
    Because yet again,she's made to feel unwanted
    ©lorette