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  • mooniverse 53w

    my bones always carry
    the all-consuming feeling of inadequacy,
    that stems from the fear of not being enough
    but how is it that it's not enough?
    when it is already overbearing
    that i can't contain its weight.
    the fear of being forgotten,
    worrying that it will always be me
    who has the last word
    because everyone else has already left.

    —suheena

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  • mooniverse 54w

    everything that i want to say
    bubbles up under the surface
    but once i try to gather them,
    they turn into an incoherent mess.
    someday it may all burst out from my chest,
    but who would bear its weight?
    so i gulp down the words,
    that keep growing bigger and bigger
    with each passing day
    and form a knot in my throat.
    day? i don't even know what day it is anymore
    i can't tell one from another
    yesterday, today, tomorrow –
    they all blur into one
    like an anchorless ship,
    time is an endless sea,
    where living feels more like treading water,
    wouldn't it be easier to just drown?
    i, who is nothing,
    could just drown into nothingness,
    but zero added to zero is still zero
    how would that make any difference?

    —suheena

    #pod #writersnetwork #writerspoint #mirakee #tired #depression #idkanymore #poem #poetry #poet

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    everything that i want to say
    bubbles up under the surface
    but once i try to gather them,
    they turn into an incoherent mess.
    someday it may all burst out from my chest,
    but who would bear its weight?

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  • mooniverse 61w

    If you were here,
    we could have just laid in bed all day,
    and watched anime.
    If you were here,
    we could have danced to our favourite songs
    even though we know very well that
    we are both terrible dancers;
    yet no matter how unsynced our dance would be,
    our hearts would beat in sync.

    If you were here,
    I'd hold your hand so tight,
    intertwine our pinkies,
    and promise to never let go.
    We'd take walks
    holding hands.
    Whether filled with your sweet rambling,
    perhaps even as deep as your eyes,
    perhaps even silence as solacing as your touch,
    it wouldn't matter.

    You are here,
    right in front of me,
    but seperated by our phone screens.
    You're just a touch away,
    yet so far away.

    The thought of holding your hand only virtually
    terrifies me.
    The fact that I have only my heart felt words to offer you
    when there are tears running down your cheeks,
    and not my embrace as I let you cry on my shoulder,
    crying alongside with you,
    as we'd wipe eachother's tears later on.
    It fills me with a hollowness so deep
    no one else can fill.

    If you were here,
    I'd just have to look straight into your eyes
    to know how genuine your feelings are;
    but here we are,
    sending heart emojis to eachother
    that perhaps hold the same meaning.

    You're here, albeit virtually
    I still hope that we will meet one day.
    Those heart emojis turning into hugs,
    stickers into a comforting silence,
    likes into love
    and our texts into real life conversations.
    Perhaps even tears,
    as we'd hold eachother,
    seeking the warmth of eachother's presence;
    if you were here.

    —suheena

    ·····
    i remember writing this last year for my best friend.. i thought i liked her, and i still think i do. i don't wanna feel this way, it's not gonna be good for me:/
    anyways, i thought of sharing this, idk why..
    good night :))

    #ilikemybestfriend #imdoomed #poem #poetry #pod #writersnetwork #writerscommunity #poet #poetscommunity #love #like #feelings #unrequitedfeelings #pandemic #ugh #idkanymore @mirakee @writersnetwork

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  • mooniverse 64w

    this isn't a post. just a rant?! since this app doesn't allow us to post stories or fleets.
    it's a shame that i can't repost my own post here :)
    for a small writer like me, liking/reposting my own post is the only option i guess.
    just like any other writer, it is very discouraging to see absolutely no response to my poetry, like i'm talking the walls, but the only voices i hear is mine.
    sorry(:
    but idk what to do anymore. it's very discouraging and disappointing, but i won't stop writing :)

  • mooniverse 64w

    these days, it is very normal sharing your spotify playlists with eachother,
    it is very casual to give music recommendations,
    because music is made in order to be shared, i know.
    but am i the only one who doesn't like giving away my playlist?
    the song that kept me grounded during times when i felt like dying
    the song that resonates with me so deeply, like it was made just for me
    the song that reflects how melancholic i feel, like i'm looking at my own reflection in the mirror
    the song with lyrics so beautiful and poetic that i memorized each line by heart
    the song that is a constant source of reassurance, that i'm not alone
    the song that is healing and comforting,
    the song in which i willfully drown, to explore its depths – but instead, i'm being saved
    the song that feels like a warm hug during the most coldest nights
    the song that sounds just like my own thoughts, converted into a beautiful melody
    the song that feels like coming back home every time i listen to it
    the song that claimed me from the very first second because it wanted home –
    these are ���� songs.
    if i were to reveal these to others, wouldn't that make me vulnerable?
    i don't want to put my heart out in the open –
    these masterpieces that are so intricately knotted with my heartstrings,
    to be displayed in the museum for the bypassers to judge.
    most days, i am a museum of things i want to forget
    but this is something that i want to keep with me for as long as time permits.
    that's why i close my eyes,
    trying to retain every word, every melody, every memory that was whispered
    only for ����
    and i let it flow down my veins like a river
    into my very core.
    this music that i listen to every night, sounds softly desperate
    like a ����������
    like a ������������ to be ����������
    and i recognize it because it is the sound of my own mind.
    when it ends, i can feel its magic –
    of finding something so arbitrary that it hits the deepest pits of my soul,
    and brings out the most obscure feelings that i, myself
    could never explain,
    but someone else could.
    that's why my eyes remain closed,
    wishing this would never end,
    and that these songs that i don't mind playing on repeat,
    could stay with me for a little longer.

    —suheena

    #mirakee #miraquill #writersnetwork #poem #poetry #poetsofmirakee #poetscommunity #poet #2amthoughts #music #writerscommunity #pod #night @mirakee @writersnetwork

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  • mooniverse 69w

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  • mooniverse 72w

    2020, a year that sneered
    at our expectations of it being special –
    the end of a decade, did feel like the end of the world, in a way.
    it doesn't really make any sense as i mindlessly dwell on it,
    but the world in which we presently live,
    even the most nonsensical things make sense.

    even so, the world endlessly spinned as time continued to tick
    the neverending month of march changed to january –
    the world seemingly stopped in its axis,
    yet four seasons passed, so shall four more.

    we survived, sending this year off that we'd never think we could survive –
    waiting for a spring that doesn't seem to arrive;
    will there even be a spring?
    a real spring that feels like spring rather than an eternal winter.

    our hearts became distant
    as we locked ourselves in the confines of our rooms;
    but no matter what i do,
    i can't shake off the lonliness that latches onto me so tightly.
    who am i to blame but this world that stopped?
    yet time still continues to run somehow, without a stop.

    a new normal that i am so used to now,
    yet i feel no semblance of normalcy.
    the threshold of feeling okay has now hit rock bottom
    crumbling into dust.
    aren't we all just specs of dust anyway?
    trying our best to float
    in order to survive –
    be it in any form.
    yet how is it that i feel like i'm only floating in nothingness – barely afloat?

    are we nothing more than recycled tragedy?
    because it definitely seems like it.
    but even the things that seemed so definate,
    appear to be so dream-like now.

    the sunset hangs from the leaves
    as 2020 leaves,
    and i let out sigh
    behind my stiffling mask
    that i long to throw away –
    hoping to look up at the sky for the first time since the world stopped,
    and not the ceiling of my enclosed room.

    in the midst of what we lost to this
    pandemic –
    from our summer to ourselves
    this damned year did teach us a lot of lessons
    (how we could have cherished what we neglected back then –
    how precious they seem now)
    but well,
    hope it isn't too late by the time we realize them.

    to the nightmarish year, we finally bid goodbye.
    the hope of a spring
    that really feels like spring this time,
    blooming in my chest –
    i hope it doesn't wither in the seamless cold.

    —suheena

    i know i'm late. sorry :)
    happy new year!
    #pod #writersnetwork #mirakee #writerscommunity #poem #poetry #poet #poetsofmirakee #f2020 #hny @mirakee @writersnetwork

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  • mooniverse 74w

    The pieces of moonlight
    dotted along the canvas inside my mind,
    reflect the vast stretch of the forest
    that i paint.
    Amidst those pieces
    i seek to find my own obliterated pieces,
    trying to make peace with them.

    as the dawn approaches –
    within its' lateral space,
    is where i find myself
    aimlessly running around in the wilderness,
    wherever my feet takes me –
    down every lane
    even the lurking shadows shy away from
    for there's no light here
    it's all bathed in ash
    from the burnt remains of my past.

    a distant bird sings
    bringing the red morning closer and closer
    and i hide behind the trees
    in shade where i used to let others rest
    by trying too hard to be altruistic.

    my heart now gleams silver,
    like confetti in broad day light,
    isn't it high time,
    to be a little self-altruistic?
    for this is all i have –
    this realm in my mind
    wandering aimlessly
    amidst my thoughts I can't name

    all this while i only faught
    those non-identical emotions
    only to end up even more conflicted.
    it's high time that i choose to fly,
    albeit the heat being as scalding as ever,
    maybe i'll make peace with the sunlight too,
    as i did with the moonlight.

    —suheena


    inspired by namjoon's painting in "in the soop" ��

    #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork #writerspoint #poetry #poem #poet #forest #moon #nature #namjoon #rm #peace @mirakee @writersnetwork

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  • mooniverse 74w

    i don't know what this is, but well...

    edit:
    (yes, well. a well without any water? because this seems dry af to me)

    #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork #writerspoint #poem #poetry #poet #shortpoem #sky #idkwhat #whatever @writersnetwork @mirakee

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    the sky that was created to keep the earth warm is falling apart, the blinding light splitting the world into two; the foundations of all i believed in being shattered – until there's nothing left.

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  • mooniverse 76w

    �� to bts and txt

    inspired by blue & grey and blue hour

    hope you like it :')

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    i wake up
    knowing that everyday is the same –
    today is just an extension of yesterday
    and tomorrow will be the same, too.
    everyday i wake up
    feeling like i'm lacking
    filling up the empty spaces between my ribs;
    then how is it that i'm lacking?
    how is it that i'm not enough?
    when this profound feeling is all i'm left with,
    gaping with melancholy.
    melancholy?
    i don't even know why i feel so melancholic
    do i even feel melancholic?
    or have i just become numb?
    i don't know.
    what i do know is that
    my reflection that stares back at me (oh so pitifully)
    only bores my colours; �������� & ��������.
    perhaps it isn't melancholy
    or perhaps it is, i don't know.
    all i know is that
    the �������� areas of uncertainty that i tread on
    seems like my path to take.
    it rains here,
    and i dance to the metronome
    that ticks away with the chants of
    "you're not enough, you will never be"
    like a deafening monotone that rings in my ears –
    and i lay fallen on this barren land
    letting the rain drench me in its gloom.
    �������� – that's me under the sky of ��:���� :
    reddish hues of the setting sun painting me purple
    that's how you enter my life
    as you reach out your hand to me (my cold hands)
    words that you whisper into the twilight sky
    blown by the wind
    that carries your words like a reassuring whisper
    to whoever needs it the most.
    right now, that person is me.
    perhaps your words "you are enough, i believe in you"
    can be my new metronome that i dance to.
    but i'm not the only one who's suffering, am i?
    because when i look at you, you seem the same as me – ��������
    but here we are, sharing our lowest moments together
    through the music that you make – we find each other.
    as this song ends, a new song begins
    and with that, a flickering hope of a new tomorrow
    sets my heart aflame.
    is this why i listen to y������ song with my eyes closed?
    wishing this wouldn't end;
    because like i said,
    these �������� areas are comfortable
    while we're nothing but ��������.

    —suheena

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    #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork #poetry #poem #poet #openletter #bts #txt #tomorrowxtogether #BE #bluehour #5:53 #rm #jin #suga #jhope #jimin #v #jungkook #soobin #yeonjun #beomgyu #taehyun #hueningkai #btxt #moa #army #moarmy

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    & in the sky of :

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