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  • passionbookworm 13w

    Idiom Usage -

    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

    So Darling,
    Hurt me all you wish
    But I'd still be here
    To hold you when
    you feel alone
    To make you feel at home
    I'd still be here
    I'd still be here
    ©passionbookworm


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    '....Darling, Hurt me all you want
    And I'd still be loving you....'

    ©passionbookworm

  • passionbookworm 15w

    Oh Darling,
    Do I wish to lay upon the
    meadows of golden yellow daffodils,
    making a bed so soft and beautiful,
    and look at the vast sky, whilst
    thinking the goodness of life

    Or perhaps,
    I just wish to lay beneath the
    serene turquoise ocean,
    with a smile of contentment
    on my face, as I
    close my eyes for the one last time
    ©passionbookworm

  • passionbookworm 16w

    With a nosegay of white chrysanthemum and a four-leafed clover,
    I ask you darling, will you be mine?
    I give you a corsage of black bryony with red dahlias all over,
    To let you know I'm forever thine!
    ©passionbookworm

  • passionbookworm 16w

    The deafening silence
    screams through the
    wide cracks of hollow walls,
    Eerie quietness befalls,
    Death knocking,
    The sound of silence overheard.....
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  • passionbookworm 16w

    You dwell in the
    recondite heart of
    my enigmatical verses,
    I belong to the
    mystifying chasm of
    your naked soul,

    Together Darling,
    we paint the skyline
    with crimson hues of
    treasured love
    and purple shades of
    a life restituted
    inditing poetries of
    You and I, and our
    sempiternal......
    ©passionbookworm

  • passionbookworm 17w

    Lame, I know....


    She was caught in the
    devastating surefire
    of torment and perfidy,
    Where he came as the
    sangfroid tranquility
    soothing her heart
    and setting her free
    ©passionbookworm


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    Darling,
    You became the weirdly colored fresco
    of sempiternal love and togetherness,
    on her blood-soaked heart.....
    ©passionbookworm

  • passionbookworm 17w

    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

    'Cause what I seek is nothing exemplar
    For home is right where you are
    ©passionbookworm


    #bagpack #wod #pod #writersnetwork #mirakee #home #love #passionbookworm
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    'Cause home is right where you are.....
    ©passionbookworm

  • passionbookworm 17w

    Beauty is in the withering leaves of fall or the new beginnings of spring, it is in the fire burning in the winter, and kids laughing, eating ice creams in summer. Its is in everything natural and nothing we can't see. Beauty is in life, in living, in happiness, in forgiving, in sadness and surviving, in madness and healing. Beauty is just in admiring........
    ©passionbookworm


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    Beauty is in the passing zephyrs of a mother's love
    It is in the vagueness and naivety of a lover's tryst
    Beauty is in the transcending rays of the sun above
    It is definitely in the wondrous imagination of a poet's wist

    Beauty is in the unbounded meeting of the sky with ocean
    It is in the amazing transparency of a pure ice flower
    Beauty is indeed in the sad eyes twinkling with emotion
    It is also in the scenic view of city from up above the tower

    Beauty is in the uncontrollable excitement in a child's voice
    It is in the childlike Innocence of your partner's demeanor
    Beauty is present in the pride of a victor's rejoice
    It is obviously in the smiling couple holding hands at the altar

    Beauty is in the raindrops falling on the fresh grass
    It is in the dew drops on the leaves indicating a fresh start
    They say Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, alas
    I say, it is in everything together and fallen apart
    ©passionbookworm

  • passionbookworm 17w

    Dear Stranger,

    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.

    Yours hopefully,
    The girl who's still holding on to her hope of seeing you again...
    ©passionbookworm


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    .....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.....
    ©passionbookworm

  • passionbookworm 18w

    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...

    She is here
    The hurricane's here
    The waves are dangerous
    I won't be able to survive
    I know it!
    But its okay
    It will be over soon
    I can't swim anymore
    The force is too much
    I am drowning slowly
    I can feel my breathing almost stop
    I can feel my limbs go numb
    One last try
    This is my goodbye!
    ©passionbookworm


    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!

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    This is my goodbye!
    ©passionbookworm