Set one's teeth on edge: Cause someone to feel intense discomfort and irritation
Wear one's heart on one's sleeve: Make one's feelings apparent
Loving can hurt, Loving can hurt sometimes, But it's the only thing that I know - Photograph, Ed Sheeran
We all have that time when we question ourselves, why we love so much. Why we love that person, so much so we can't imagine our lives without them in it. We don't want to think of any time where they might not be with us. We just think of a forever, even though we know in our minds, that forever is nothing but a beautiful illusion. Yet we dwell in that illusion because we don't want to think about anything outside of it. We become so helpless, so needy that we find the constant need to feel them just to make sure we are still living in the semblance.
Darling, Hurt me all you want, But I'll still be there To hold you when the waves go against Though it sets my teeth on edge Yet, here I am Wearing my heart on sleeve Always wishing you'd come back Coz I'm not leaving this home Which you and I have created With so much love And so many memories We grow altogether Cry and then laugh together We don't know how long we have But let's make our time worthwhile Let's do all of that and more And live towards our sempiternal
Oh Darling, Hurt me all you can But I am helpless to our love Wish I was stronger But I don't care I am holding on to my faith I'm holding on to you Coz loving you Is the only thing I can do
I have changed multiple houses from childhood so I don't have any specific memories from a particular home, as part of my childhood. But this poem is dedicated to a place where I lived with my partner and have recently moved out. It was a really special place to me and I know I'll never forget it.
Yellow walls draped with frames Hung with desires and bizarre aims White ceiling covered with stars Illuminating the night with hopeful memoirs
Kitchen filled with smell of good food Beautiful memories of love and life stewed Muffled voices and happy giggles Childlike excitement, happiness dwells
Sorrows, struggles, misjudged achievements Free from responsibilities and overbearing commitments A place filled with myriad of emotions Close to heart, with gratifying notions
Treasuring those moments of togetherness And looking back at the deserted emptiness All messy and seemingly out of place Now lies barren, lifeless, with no trace
Saying goodbye to our very first abode Bittersweet feelings, heart ready to explode Now, we move ahead to find a new dome This time I know it would still be a home
I remember seeing you once at the river. I had run away from my house, and wanted to sit somewhere alone, cry all my pain away. The river, behind the closing of the forest was the only secret place of mine. And I used to go there whenever I would feel low. Never before, I saw another person there, so it was a surprise when I saw you sitting there, on the edge of the water, as if waiting for someone. Your shoulders were hunched and your arms held your legs as you sat there, looking at the flowing water. I remember the water being a bit violent that day, as if it understood the turmoil within my heart, and somewhere it understood your pain too. At least, I did. When I came forward, in your direction, I didn't know where I was walking and accidentally stepped on the dry leaves which crunched beneath my feet. You heard me and craned your neck behind to see who was there to disrupt your peaceful suffering. I was so curious to see someone there, that I forgot I was walking and stood there in anticipation of your reaction. Right then and there, our eyes met. And suddenly I forgot breathing. I didn't know what it was, or what happened. Maybe the pain held behind your eyes, the tears stuck as if not wanting to come out, and the lost twinkle of your blue orbs, struck a chord deep within my soul. Or perhaps, the painfully sweet smile on your pink lips, with a hint of curiosity, and innocence moved something deep inside my heart.
I remember giving a small smile in reply and walking towards you. I remember sitting beside you in complete silence, a comfortable silence, where my heart was drumming so fast you could have heard it over the violent water. I remember being shy for the first time and a bit nervous to look at you again whenever I felt you trying to look at me under your lashes. I remember everything about you, about the rocks laid below us, about the sound of water fall nearby, about the mild breeze letting my hair slow-dance, about the leaves swaying in some sort of secret background music. I didn't know what it was but it was pacifying. I forgot all about my worries, I forgot my pain, for I was seeing you again and again inside my mind.
After a while, I realized you were getting up and I couldn't help myself before uttering a little 'Wait!' I didn't know why I said it but I didn't want you to go, not so soon, not ever. I felt so embarrassed when you smiled your pretty smile again, eyes tenderly shining this time, in amusement and something else I couldn't figure out. As I got lost in your presence again, I felt you crouching down and holding my hands. I waited with bated breath in wonder of what will happen next. And then, as if you saw the question in my eyes, or maybe you heard the rhythm of my heartbeat, you said something. I couldn't hear you, I was so lost in trying to make my heart not come out of the rib cage then and there, I only saw your lips moving but couldn't comprehend. You got up, your lips curving into that beautiful, bewitching smile yet again, as you waved at me and walked away.
I remember sitting there for another hour or maybe few minutes, I don't know, waiting for you and cursing my mind to function properly so I could maybe guess what you said. Suddenly it clicked, your words repeating over and over again as if you knew I didn't hear you the first time and you left a tape to remind me, as if you wanted me to remember every second, every word, every syllable. Your lips said, "We'll meet again, my love." I stilled in shock at the realization and the familiarity of your words. Yet again, I forgot breathing and my mind went blank.
For a while more, I sat there alone, wishing you to come back, wanting to relive those few moments, to see your pretty smile again. I wanted to find you, I wanted you to hold my hand again, I wanted to see you again. But I didn't even know your name.
It was magical. It was beautiful. I didn't know when I came back home that day but I haven't forgotten you. I can never forget you. Its been two years now, since that day. Its been two years since I saw you, for the first and last time. These past years, so much has happened in my life. I had lost my parents, I had lost my home and I have lost almost all of me. I have been all alone trying to barely get by, trying to survive, exist. There have been many times, I missed you, mother, father, my life before. I scream, I yell, I laugh, I weep, I question if there's anyone up above listening to me. I have lost my will to continue, and I have thought of taking my life many times. Yet, I haven't given up.
You see, I'm still trying to be strong enough to breathe. I don't know if we'll ever meet again. But I'll wait. I'm willing to hold on to your memories and to your promise. I'm willing to hold on to that hope, however false it might be, for that's the only thing I have now. You'll probably never get to read this letter, you probably have a life somewhere, a good and happy life I hope, but I'm writing this because there's nothing else for me to do. I hope you find a way into my life again, like last time. And I'll hold on to this hope until my last breath.
I knew she was coming A sense of dread filled my heart I knew it was the end There's no escape For its inevitable Death is, yes
I see people preparing Moving away with little of their belongings It is chaos in the city Everyone going everywhere Trying to stomp each other To save themselves I know coz I was there I was kicked and trodded on Coz they're all in a hurry They don't have time to see the poor me
I knew she was coming She was coming to get all of us She was just about to reach What was I doing? I was hidden in an alleyway Alone and lonely No one to save me I know I would be drowned But I am not fast enough to run I won't be able to go far I can't even walk properly After all, I am just a little puppy A wounded little puppy
I knew she was coming I can see her now I am scared I am terrified I am going to die But I didn't even get a chance to live What happens after that? What happens when its all over? Would I ever get a chance to see the world? I can hear screams, crazy yells I can hear her sound The sound of death My heart is beating very loudly I fear its going to come out But then, this is the end, right?
The water is near The waves are about to reach They are almost here to engulf me I wish I get to see the world Maybe in another life I wish to become a human Maybe that way I would have power I would have car to travel around I would know how to talk I would be able to try to escape Coz its very tough to be a puppy I am weak and frightened now But next time God, Make me a human So I get to live I get to live Perhaps...
During tough times, we try to save ourselves. Comparatively, we have options to leave the place, to maybe run away, to scream for help....... But we forget that there are others, animals, who don't have many options. Some are saved, but many are forced to give up. Lets remember to help them in tough times, they need it more than us!
Announcing the passing of a longtime, cherished member...
Dear Fellow Mirakeeans, I come bearing some very startling and unexpected news, which I learned from my dear friend's mother @imterwms (whom is also my dear friend), whereupon she asked that I convey this to all of you. Jack (of @john_solomon), has been a writer, member, friend, mentor, encourager, and source of inspiration here for several years now. He enjoyed combining science, metaphysics, and spirituality in a poetic manner, and his admirable ability to do so was incomparable, and one that I'd not ever seen before. Like myself, Jack enjoyed supporting and encouraging the many youngsters here onsite, and he liked to laugh and always insisted on finding something positive, in any given situation; thus it wasn't too surprising that he and I would become dear friends. Since Jack and I spoke almost daily, his was a well known name in my home; and he knew of everyone here, including my husband (in fact, they're from the same state), my three children, and all of our cats and dogs. He made it a point to always ask about each of us, and he would rejoice with us in all of our happy moments, as well as pray for us in our times of challenge. Jack spent the majority of his time doing for others. He was a loving son and caretaker to his mother, a cherished brother to his two younger sisters, and a friend and mentor to all. He often donated his time and assistance to those in need; and much like Christ the Savior, whom he dearly loved, Jack led a humble life devoid of unnecessary material goods, yet if something was ever needed, he'd be the first person to make sure that you had it. Although Jack had just reached 51 years, he was a kid at heart and had a wonderful sense of humor, along with a boyish charm. He was also a self-proclaimed hippie who loved music profoundly, particularly that of the 70's and 80's. In fact, due to attending so many rock concerts, Jack had partial hearing loss in one ear, and he was rather proud that the damage had occurred at an Eric Clapton concert. Around here, Jack was known as the "haiku king," due to his fondness for haiku poetry, and his penchant for penning them. He preferred the Americanized version of the traditional Japanese haiku, which is a three line, non rhyming, untitled poem on the topic of nature that has a total of 17 syllables, dispersed as 5/7/5 respectively. So it was only natural that I'd include a haiku poem for him in this tribute piece. One that has him soaring amongst his beloved stars. In closing, I'm sure that members are shocked and have questions. All we know at this time is that Jack's death was not covid related. In fact, he seemed to be in very good health and had no known physical illness. Right now, the cause of his sudden, unexpected death on the evening of May 9th, is presumed to be a stroke, although the official coroner's report hasn't been released yet. Several of us (my husband and I, and Jack's sister) have already heard from Jack since he ascended from this world. Although no longer here on this Earth, his spirit lives on in an eternal dimension, existing outside of time and space, and he is very much at peace. So, although his loss is tremendous, he really hasn't gone very far, as he'll forever shine above us, as the heavens brightest star. Farewell, my dear friend. And no, I'm not nearly done lecturing you for leaving us so early! Blessings, Admin Carolyn
You want to stay in the presence of fear so darkness can always be near no matter if I hold the sword of hope trying to slay the demons in which lies no hope you'll still dive back into darkness at first sight so even my shield of faith is devoured by your demons for lacking faith
You take the moon and capture its light yet your jar is covered in black allowing no light to penetrate your soul as I try to shine as a star for you yet you turn your head from my light entering your void to escape reality
So I'm left counting stars reminding the moon of who I am for you had gained its attention from me now you're left devoured by your darkness I'll crawl back into the moon's light as if it was covers the battles I fought for you will be healed by tears as they fall and twinkle like stars for the war I fought for you is finally near
An apparition in the pink skies Wandering like a Greek Goddess, Wooed by the seven suns, Breathing gentle storms, she Smiles of terracotta mornings, Her hazelnut eyes, A temple of tangerine dreams.
She walks in like a Royal, Bathed in golden showers And blonde afternoons, Leaves twirl like Russian ballerinas And fall to the ground When she's around, Sunlight warms up her toes And the earth blush in coral hues, Isn't she a wonder, The little muse of October fever Mysterious like midnight, Soft as a lavender kiss, She's a wildfire, A lament from the heavens, Falling, fading beneath The wrinkles of orange skin, Tranquil pages sigh under her spell, Romancing the skies Like a daydream, She looks like a mirage Dancing with the light in the leaves of time, The earth spreads sheets Of Auburn sunsets Shifting between joy and death, Giving birth to Maple Leaf poetry In memory of her scars and smiles.