milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake

a tired soul

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  • milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake 3d

    #postcard

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    Dear sky,
    let me shelter under your wisteria horizon
    Gift me some opalescent blues and amethyst
    glee. Let the sun of your thoughts dive deep
    in the cup of my poetry. I'll quaff the tears
    of your ivory clouds and weave some love
    verses to serenade your bluemoon. I'll
    adorn you with the coruscant stars of my
    livid metaphors.

    O' welkin
    A lovelorn poet I'm .
    let me kiss your carmel scars
    in the darkness of forlorn nights.

    ©milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake

  • milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake 4d

    #feather #wod
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    O red feather of my love
    Soak up all his blues
    Burgeoning on his heart edges
    Rewrite my destiny with amaranth hues
    On the parchment of our solemn pledges

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  • milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake 5d

    #refrain #wod

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    Grey string - grey hair

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    My quill should bleed on the paper of infancy
    to scribble the tales of my palpitating tiny steps where i savoured the sweet and tart tangerines of lies and admired the scruples of demure truth, Where I constructed the mansion of sagacity peering at the forsaken citadel of innocence,Where I chased the malevolent harlequin butterflies crushing the munificent altruistic flowers under my feet .

    My quill should bleed on the paper of juvenescence
    to portray the bewitching phantasm of my young love where my inamorato carpeted my paths with the vitrified sand of beguiling promises and fed my soul with deceiving love obscuring my acuity with ambrosial lies and left me to divulge the excruciating tales of my altruism losing the flesh and blood of my trust on each step of time's stair.

    My quill should bleed on the paper of senility
    to weave the sweater of life with the grey strings of experience , to enhance the wisdom curry with the sweetness of love and soreness of betrayal garnishing it with coriander of humbleness.

    My quill should bleed
    to delineate the seasons of life , to touch the lives of progenies of time .

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  • milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake 6d

    O darling I'm parched but your love is red wine
    I can't quench my thirst with your love

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  • milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake 1w

    Poetry ~

    Your smile is a lie where you bloom the embroidered verses of love adorning them with the diadem of euphoria concealing the heartaches inside the pearls of fantasies.

    You nurture the dandelions of desires in suitor's heart to serenade the blue moon of your reveries. You entice the inamoratos with the crystal tears adding tinges of pain in your eyes.

    They paint your achroous parchments immersing their quills in the ink of longings. They bloom the wildflowers of sufferings in your churchyard of love. You quench your thirst licking the drops of their rodomel miseries.They kiss the pain with delight losing themselves in the carnival of poesies.

    They conflagrate their heartaches to soak up the warmth in shivery winter nights. They sale the sonnets of their woes dipped in the elixir of emotions earning dispiteous daggers of sympathies to stab their wounds.

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  • milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake 1w

    What is white?

    The sedate grave of our love where I bloom poetries.

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  • milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake 1w

    #mondo

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    What is scarlet love?

    The amalgamation of the abyss of your alienation in my heart and the purloined emotions from my poetries.

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  • milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake 1w

    I tore up the melancholic clothes of cloud
    I sewed some skirts of dream for them
    They laugh loudly hiding the hopes behind the hem

    I ran after the sun to steal some of his golden rays
    but he dived deep in the warmth of ocean
    I saw gumusseervi and fell in love with moon
    He winked at me and took me to the heaven

    We sat on the beach of constellation
    soaking the warmth of meteors
    Spring turned the pages of my novel
    I saw pain kissing poetry on the page 93

    I saw smile smiling on the lips of tear
    and tears crying in the eyes of smile
    Fall jeered at me
    "What you will do to separate them?"

    #patheticfallacy #lame

    I just wrote this to maintain consistency feel free to ignore.

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    I felt the cafunes of cold breeze of epiphany
    The azure sky quoted
    "Death and life , smile and tears , light and dark
    are the marionettes and the marionettists connected
    by the string of fate who perform to amuse the
    deities of heaven. "

    ©milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake

  • milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake 2w

    #combination #confessionc
    #Chimmie_day

    Happiest birthday jiminaa��

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    What is music?

    The confession of an amour , the way seasons walk on the ramp of earth , the epiphany of self-love , or the laments of a suitor?

    I stood still at the estuary of music where the river of my despair met the sea of his warmth. I was nothing but an another broken crayon in his garish bag(life). I sold some shrads of my heart earning some peaceful sleep and nepenthe enveloped in the lyrics to heal the wounds of my soul. He steadily dipped his feet in the ocean of my life morphing the algal blooms of my miseries into happiness pills .

    I tasted my own blood and recognised the flavour of his love. I gazed at the universe with the urge to cage his compassion scribbling " only mine " on the bolt. I felt the river of his memories flowing inside my nerves but i am just an another shimmering star in his constellation. He dragged me to the world of his diligence camouflaged with burning smiles .My heart fluttered with the raising waves of fear inside me . He closed my eyes drawing seven moons of ecstasy in my lustrous orbs .Our ephemeral euphoric emotions danced in glee on the purple clouds of his welkin.

    The destiny was jealous of us. He showered the rejuvenating spring on me hiding the adieu behind his broken heart . I found myself standing alone in the empty ballroom .

    I hung up the portraits of his promises on the walls of my courage painted with the hues of his absence . I saw our words entrapped in the cobweb of my enthusiasm and sighed " poetry is my last hope of survival ".

    He painted my life with his soulful music and left me with my aesthetic poetries.

    For me music lies in his orbs when he smiles through his eyes , in his graceful moves like the fire dances with the frisky air , in his mesmerising voice which holds the pearls of melodies, in his tiny pinky which flutters the fragile heart of armys .

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  • milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake 2w

    #imagery

    Aye thanks for the kind repost team @writersnetwork ❤️��
    Happy jimin day �� @miraquill

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    I picked succulent tangerines of love from the juvenile tree of adolescence .Dipping my fingers in the saccharine syrup of romance I savoured the tart and sweet raspberries of heartaches and love verses.

    I baked my flavourless life in the fierce heat of struggle and diligence garnishing it with the sugary cherry of friendship. As the red wine of age matured the shrivelled petals of love fell leaving the piercing thorns of promises behind .

    I honeyed and salted my memories with my gracious smile and heavy silent tears , dipped the quill of experience in the blood of wisdom to serve metallic poetries to my enervated soul in the peaceful graveyard.

    ©milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake