Miraquill
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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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
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@writersnetworkeverything 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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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
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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©mooniverse
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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 :) -
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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 @writersnetworkriversflowinme
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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©mooniverse
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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©mooniverse
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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 @mirakeethe 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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�� 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& in the sky of :
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v_smita_v
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Read MoreI'm just believing myself & running, alright
This world is deep & we're going for it, up all night
Say hello to my Hope World
This is my world
My own story
- Hope World ��
#BTS #방탄소년단 #JHOPE #btsfanart ��️��
#BTSARMY ����Jung Hoseok
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m_dhanju
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Stars shine brightest when the night is darkest,
If the stars are hidden, we'll let moonlight guide us,
Even if the moon is dark
Let our faces be the light that helps us find our way.-Kim Namjoon(BTS) -
prisha811
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Read MoreLoving boys and girls is hard.
When you are stuck choosing between
loving blue or pink more,
you cannot help but wonder
why purple is not an option.
Perhaps it is because
purple is the colour
that melds the two together;
the one that is neither composed more of
one
nor the other.
Perhaps it is because it is the one that strangles me,
grabs me by the throat and throws me against the wall
until my skin is laced
with its beautiful tone.
It beats me senseless
until I am no longer aware
of who I was before,
nor am I willing to remain in its grasp.
For this,
I will be pressured to choose either
pink
or
blue.
It is the colour that symbolizes
being ostracized for picking one over the other
whilst providing you with no other option.
However,
will you pick pink to fit in
or blue to gain yourself privilege?
When you come out to people
and they tell you that,
“You don’t look ***. Are you sure?”
“You are just curious. You’ll get over it.”
“Wait? So you are actually ***?”
The fear lies within the lack of answer
to any of their questions,
and the absence of a ****** expression
to ease their fears, wonders and concerns.
I will cover the purple that I once displayed with pride
to diminish the need
for any further questioning.
When you need to decide between
bringing a boy home
who is a different image of “perfect”
than what your parents envisioned
and therefore only rewards the two of you
to a dinner of questions, shifty eyes and ridicule
for simply trying to love
and
bringing a girl home
which warrants you
to sit on the floor like a dog at Christmas dinner
whilst begging for approval
only to result in you
trying to convince them that she is only your friend.
Loving pink is making phone calls
from miles away,
phone calls whose minutes get tracked
and questioned.
“Are you sure that you are nothing more than friends?”
They ask with such trepidation in their voices
that I cannot help but wonder
what would happen if I told them the truth.
Loving blue is never being trusted
to do the right thing with your own body,
to be questioned with every decision
whilst he is picked apart, chewed up and spit out.
“He’s not rich enough. How will he sustain the way that you live?”
The words obviously mean to be jokes
but I am not laughing.
I never will laugh.
“Well, you were straight a week ago. What happened?”
“I thought you had a girlfriend. Are you straight again? I knew that it was a phase.”
Loving pink and blue is hard
when you know that
you will always be torn apart
for trying to love.
Purple is struggle,
disbelief,
invalidity,
distrust
and marginalization.
Lucky for me,
it is my favourite colour.
#BisexualPURPLE
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yellowroses
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Bi-Sexual not in bi-tween
When you ask me what's my preference.
Which direction do I take,
When you ask me am I straight,
Listen to me it's not fake.
When I say my preference is both,
That I am nor straight nor gay,
That I am simply both at once,
And no this isn't in bi-tween.
I'm both, so it's not meaning indecisive,
For the feelings I feel are 100% real,
I'm bi-sexual so I love women and men,
This is my truth and it isn't anything less!
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meru_mukh
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Read MoreI often rant to night. Night often rants to me. It's all mutual.
P.S. This turns out to be my tenth night rant and hopefully, I will be ending this absurdly written series here.
P.P.S. My rants are so grateful to all who wanted me to continue them. They asked me to thank each one of you. So, thank you! And, now they like you all more than me! :")
#night__rants #writersnetworkMay the benevolent, black night sky shower the stardust of love on all withering souls, so long high on hatred.
- Merusri Mukherjee
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nrlfifa
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Poem of TXT
Biggest passion and love in singing
Being confident is always the first
Cutie in height mature in thinking
The one and only hyunnie the sweetheart of us
Being cutie is easy for him
Never fail to capture our hearts
Music and him are meant to be
Ningning that always have special place in our heart
Five different boys being together
Many differences but complete each other
Chasing for the same dream is so sure
One dream! That's Tomorrow x Together -
nrlfifa
154w
Poem of TXT
A deep voice binnie resembles rabbit
His tall figure towering everyone
Lead the group is his responsibility
The only one shy boy that we rely on
Eldest in age younger in looks
Sometimes confused everyone that look
First in everything are his thing
That's jjunie the ace in the team
Intimidating aura that hard to escape
But inside he's a real softie
Guitar and him cant be separate
Gyu that loves to give energy to the team -
Bleeding rainbow
Am a bleeding rainbow,
Dripping with colors of love
While my soul gets consumed with fear of rejection and depression.
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inseeyoung
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Read Moremommy my heart acts a little weird
when I saw her curly hairs
ray of a rainbow starts to appear
daddy my mind begins to rally
when she comes around,
butterflies in my stomach tingles abruptly
brother you told me
that I belong to a man
only I'm urged to disagree
sister, do you feel the same way
that when you hold your bestfriend's hand
you're tempted to betray
betray the once concept of love
that dresses belong to the suits
not the skirts
that unsual feelings are inhumane
and the society is to blame
that sincereness of the heart
calls for us not to be part
of this world that we share
that loving is a sin
that coming out is a mistake
that a princess for a princess
and the prince of a prince
is not a fairytale
but a horrific fail
#lgbtq+ #pride #rainbow #loveislove
*credits to: tumblr for the photo©inseeyoung
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