passiondaddy

Fearless| Anything i write has nothing to do with my personal life. ��

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passiondaddy 143w

Trust me i'm so willing to help you but you need to calm your ass down for a bit cause right now you seem all over the place and i don't seem to have a pleasing past with confused souls.

-The Universe.

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passiondaddy 166w

If a man goes down on his woman just for his own pleasure then trust me he is a different type of dangerous.

©passiondaddy

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passiondaddy 197w

He feels more, thinks less and shares none.

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passiondaddy 202w

आज वक़्त नहीं हम पर की एक दूसरे का हाल पूछ सके पर फिर भी अहमियत बस इतनी है उसकी कि जब भी मायूस रहता हूं तो कभी मां याद आती है तो कभी वो यार ।

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passiondaddy 212w

Using her nails as her paintbrush and his back as a canvas, she carved a beautiful portrait on his back with every scratch that did not illustrate her lust but her freedom. Her freedom in this colourless society of restrictions.

You gotta believe, either way she was quite an artist in bed.

©passiondaddy

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passiondaddy 221w

When your ex pretends to ignore you at the party.

*Dude I've seen better acting skills on pornhub*

©passiondaddy

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passiondaddy 223w

She caught him glancing below her face.
He caught her glancing below his waist.
Well, not every love story starts with an eye contact.

©passiondaddy

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passiondaddy 224w

I have heard so many stories about people who have fought against the odds, people who went the extra mile, people who have done something which went above or beyond the call of duty and to be very honest none of these stories really excites me as much as my own stories do. I am not an egotist person but i must admit that i am a fan of myself. I am a fan of how i've dealt with situations so far, i am a fan of how i can be really patient at times, i am a fan of how i abstain myself from getting too serious about everything and i am a fan of how i never ever let my vulnerabilities sneak out of my bedroom. I know it too that my stories are not worth sharing to anyone but i sure as hell make myself go Fuck yeah! every once in a while which is enough for letting me know that i just can't find motivation anywhere else but right here in every little thing that i do. Afterall I can only appreciate others but i can never relate to them cause in the end of the day they are not me and i am definitely not them.

©passiondaddy

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myscribbles79 60w

I hope,I would write a book on my own, someday....
I have been wondering,how its first page would look,whole day
Finally I got the answer,my epigraph for the prompt of today
Hope you all will enjoy it for the rest of the day��
#pod,#mirakee, #writersnetwork, #wod,#ceesreposts,#epigraph,#poetryepigraph,#titlepage
Thanks for the like @writersnetwork��
Once again editor's choice.. ��

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A tale, extraordinary

Here's my life in a nutshell,
An anecdote,of how I blossomed after I broke open my shells
A roller coaster ride through the lands I dwelt,
And aquainting you with all the people I met.
There is enough drama, but I have added no sugar,
There is enough action, but I swear iam no rebel,
There are moments too many, of glee and glory,
There may be instants you feel sorry, but don't worry,
Just pause and relax for a while, but don't stop in the middle,
Read till the end, as the ride is not yet over,
There are paths yet undiscovered,
There are mysteries to be unravelled,
Afterall, it's the journey of an extraordinary girl,
A tale which she wrote with her pen of wisdom and wit!

©myscribbles79

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black_ouroboros 126w

Word Prompt:

Write a 8 word short write-up on Rigid

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A rigid heart
A blessing and a curse

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susree 140w

देर तक रात में हैं जागते,
पर सुबह का lectures में attendance लगाने हैं पहुंच जाते ।
किताब इनके बन्द अलमारी में हैं साँस लेते,
बड़े मौज से, साहाब PDF पढ़ कर हैं नयां पार लगा लेते ।
Class tests हो या semesters,
एक ही दिन पहले, पुरा किताब खत्म करने का हैं यह हिम्मत रखते ।
कोई आम इन्सान नहीं,
यह Engineers हैं कहलाते।
गुजरोगे जो इनके जिंदगी से,
तो वाकिफ हो जाओगे जिंदगी के हर मोड़ से ।
गिरते जरूर है यह,
पर खड़े उतरने का हौसला हैं यह रखतें।
कोई आम इन्सान नहीं,
यह Engineers हैं कहलाते।

@Susree

#engineering #writersnetwork #mirakee

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Happy Engineer's Day

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phoenicorn 145w

11 Aug' 019
12:47

#mirakee #pod
Background credited to rightful owner (s).

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my_cup_of_poetry 188w

People called her stinking but dead bodies
are never known to smell pleasant
Even if they can walk and breathe

- sakshi

▪︎ Child ▪︎ Sexual ▪︎ Abuse ▪︎

One out of every two child in our country is a victim of sexual abuse. It's not about how many stories are hushed behind walls, it's about how many of us are capable of lending our ears to them.

Are you?

Think!

Ps : I have never been afraid of posting anything here yet but I guess I am, today!

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I still lay stinking
Between those hands
That crawled across my breast
Right between the thighs
Around the highs and lows
And all those places
Long before they bloomed
And long before
the curtains of fairy tale
drew up

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I still lay trapped
Between the darkness
of that day
And the frozen crowd
In the pits of filth and disgust
Self hatred and distrust

•••

I still lay dead
In that same place
Where those hands left
With me nothing left to lose
And too scared to
Hold a hand ever again

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And now I lay buried
In the graveyard of my diary
Throwing more poetries
Upon myself everyday

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©my_cup_of_poetry

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my_cup_of_poetry 179w

No, don't read.
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One morning I asked mum to tell dad that I cannot pursue science as I want to study literature. She being a bridge between us conveyed my message.
Turning his face to the other side , dad said " tell her she won't be able to do anything in life "

After that day achievements didn't make sense. I am a failure for ages to come.

×××

One evening an uncle visited my home. He compared me with my sister and said , " She is much prettier and her personality is far more charming than yours " . My sister recalls this in good humour and laughs.

But after that day no compliments for my face ever made sense. I am ugly for ages to come.

×××

One afternoon with eyes flooded with tears I somehow managed to tell mum that I was followed by few boys on the street. I was scared. She said " you are a fool to cry , every woman goes through
this "

That day I had accepted that I am a fool because I cry and I will be for ages to come.

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There's a man I love. He says he loves me more. He celebrates my achievement, calls me pretty and smart.
I am scared that someday he will meet them and will get convinced that I am a foolish ugly failure. He may laugh and leave me that day.

And I if you ask
I will keep stumbling and falling in these streets alone , yes for ages to come.

×××

©my_cup_of_poetry

Ps : Hii, I am Alaska.

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for ages to come

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my_cup_of_poetry 175w

Yayyyyyyy !!��

- 100th post -
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Dear Readers ,

I want you all to know that you matter the MOST. You have impacted my life in ways undefined.To anyone who has ever read,encouraged and loved my work I am thankful from the bottom of my heart for your presence and words.

I know I never wrote a gratitude letter be it completion of a hundred, five hundred or a thousand readership, maybe I should have but I wanted to complete a hundred posts first because at the end work is all that matters. Because it gives you a satisfaction that a follower count can never give.

And that's the message I want to convey to anyone reading this , WRITE as much as you can it will help you grow, it will help you heal. Maybe you don't have readers today, no one has when they begin. Write for yourself, we don't call ourselves writers the day we begin writing.

I know I haven't written much but I have read more. Reading is the best thing. Trust me. And there's a saying that literature and thought should be given time. In my case my thoughts possess the biggest chunk of my time :D.
I have always tried to reply the comments with all my love and I hope you forgive me for the few times I couldn't. I am a sick child who very often falls ill, but each and every word that you scribble for my work is cherished beyond measures.

I thought I would do something special to mark the 100th post but I fell sick again. So here I am with a gratitude letter and shouts out -

SHOUT • OUTS ��
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1. Aman of @amanshrivastava - He seems to have sipped a mixture all the great hindi writers * grins *
No he isn't a man eater but an amazing writer and human being.

2. Hira of @phoenicorn - The rainbow has less colours , her feed has more. She can't be defined by a genre. In true sense she is a versatile writer.

3. Abhinav of @the_moon_door - This wonderful writer has abandoned writing. Just read his amazing feed and ask him to write more often. His words shall pierce your heart. Know that.

4. Onkar of @theblendingscription - I call him my little Khaled Hossieni , I hope that speaks volumes. He serves a perfect blend of imagination and reality with a touch of rawness.

P.s - They have not asked or bribed me to do this neither do they need my mention. They are talented people whom I genuinely admire.

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That's all. You can mention in the comments some amazing writers with less readership. I will try reading the first 10 mentions.

Be a good heart and a kind soul. Don't compete with any one. I repeat . DO NOT. Everyone has a different journey and destination. Maybe someone is running on a grassy track and you upon a track full of stones.
What if he goes ahead and the world claims him the strongest. Claim yourself victorious because you ran on pebbles and didn't give up.

Define your success and don't go with the ones the world sets up. They would never know your track. But you do.Like I do.

If my words have impacted lives or given hope to anyone ever, I am already a winner.

I interact with a lot of people and I was able to convince few of them to give up on their stories that they could tell no one. Today I am asking everyone reading this, if you ever want a patient ear I AM HERE. I won't judge whatever your story is. Give up on it because you deserve better. And to fly high you need to give up on the burdens. You can't build a home over the debris a storm left once.

Realise this. I am going nowhere.
Happy reading and writing.

Much love ❤

©my_cup_of_poetry

@mirakee @writersnetwork :" ) Thank you ��

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dear readers

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my_cup_of_poetry 156w

Faces can be captured, fragrances can not be.

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I have sipped darkness
in glasses of lone roads,
I have witnessed bees
smirking before flowers,
I have heard love stories
growing up in empty fields
I have seen butterflies
rejoicing the onset of spring,
I have watched windows
befriending the wild wind,
And I have gazed the sunset
entwining fingers with horizon,

All of these, away from the smokes
of your CITY LIGHTS.

- Sakshi
©my_cup_of_poetry

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I know today everyone has seen the corners of nature. They are captured and saved in your devices but I don't know how many of you have actually been to woods and lakes. I really pity those who were born and brought up cities because they would never know nature the way I do. I have spent half of my childhood discovering unique plants in the wild. So, if you can please visit villages or the unaltered parts of nature.

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Away from the smokes of your citylights!

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my_cup_of_poetry 152w

" Not everyone is fortunate to have a father "

Yesterday was Father's Day and like me , you would not have wondered how the kids without fathers spent it.

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I don't know if it was
a spring morning
or an autumn evening,
when your doormat last
heard his footsteps.

But I can feel your hands
turning cold each time
you recall your father's song.

And I know it has been winter ever since.

I don't know how many days did
you stand beside that window
asking winds to carry him home,

And when did the curtains convince
you not to wait anymore ,
But your palms , they still carry the
fragrance of his last touch.

I don't know how many toys you
wished for but didn't ask , and when
you stopped begging before
the falling stars!

But I found you putting on armours of
metal everyday and walking towards battlefield
when your feet still liked grazing
upon playgrounds.
And you grew up before you chose to.

And I wonder how,
When destiny painted you in blue
how did you learn to hold the sun
and become the Sky ,
The Sky I look upto.

- sakshi
©my_cup_of_poetry

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when destiny painted you in blue
how did you learn to hold the sun
and become the Sky,
the Sky I look upto.

©my_cup_of_poetry

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