philophobic_seele

A noviced ink slinger enticed by Darkness and the grim reaper 아미�� A Slytherin amidst muggles loned Enigma

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  • philophobic_seele 4w

    Cimmerian Reverie

    Stygian face tiny hands
    Engulfed in soot and sand
    He Dreams of a respondent land
    A land where he could run
    Chasing the delicate butterfly
    Land of bright sun
    Where exuberance never dies
    Land where he could laugh
    With happiness nuzzling his cheeks
    Land full of wild flowers
    With Fireflies flying on moors so bleak
    Stygian face tiny hands
    No more breathing on the golden land
    Cheeks damped with excruciating tears
    Shrouded with whimpers and fears
    Clutching pliers with tiny hands
    Trudging afar from his dream land
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  • philophobic_seele 72w

    Can you see her?
    That jovial lass over there.......
    The way she chortles the way she beams the way she babbles the way she chuckles.. ..How chirpy is she....full of life....hope.. dreams....zeal ..love.....she beholds the magic to make a weeping face grin... she's a remedy to every malady......she doesn't despise anyone...... rather treasures the bond bloomed with each one.......
    But now She's forlorned.....unchaperoned......
    She rushes to forage an abditory.....a cimmerian one.....she unmaskes herself...now there she stoods with her real anima.......eyes that once reflecting life love Omid have turned tumefied vacant and red rimmed fighting back tears .....that ebullient smile now terminated.... That's her entombed smashed ripped mien..... blood gushing out of the scars unfolding the tales that reclines graved beyond it.....her cadaver is quivering in dismay.....her soul is screeching...... she's trying hard to mute the agonizing squeal....enshrouding her face in the murky corner..... Sits hugging her knees........
    Murmuring constantly under her breath.....
    "I can't I can't .......please someone stop this..''
    She shrugs off and rises....puts on her mask..... camouflages herself.....face once more resonating jouissance..All set to play the game called imposting....
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  • philophobic_seele 72w

    You won't paint my Canvas ... your aren't empowered to ..hey do you know my story?...have I ever recounted my chronicle before you?....have you ever tried to apprehend my tale without misconceiving it.....No you haven't....then you put a question to my writing.....I dare to scrawl the verses which are at odds with the esteemed ethics..... the agonizing scars which veto the ecstatic fallacy......each word hump the savage reality which is obnoxious for mortals.....
    every so often the stave resonates rhythmic melody and sporadically refrained from tempo... committing to paper the monody of heart... Unshackling the unrecounted tales prisoned inside it ere long.... painting the unpigmented canvas with mutilated quill .........I abhor jotting down the saga of appealing fantasy or tunes of joy and chuckle...I scribble the chronicles of my unseen night which not even my shadow perceived... scribble the elegy of my old ramshackled self's swift Demise ... I'm a free willed ink slinger... scribbling my enigmatic thoughts...... quenching my aching needs..I write what I graved ere long in my forlorned spirits which you were blind to.....
    This isn't solely my story it's the tale of every creator..... painting his/her canvas willfully with his/her own colours...
    "you aren't authorised to deem my work or compel me to commit to paper works furnishing your desires when you are still in the dark about my camouflaged history".
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  • philophobic_seele 72w

    It's just a random thought #lifeexperiences#nopoem#random

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    Arousing everyday in the hope of nothing just to breathe till the clock completes it's relay ....Groping around erratically with a futile mind blethering in a deadpan note... Doubting myself at every instance is that what I used to be....a vacant gaze is what my eyes behold.. sweet melody pouring into my lugholes but I'm impassible... don't know why my soul now back pedals to sustain my bod.....I find myself searching for a cimmerian abditory... Left with no choice but to integrate myself in this raspy reality... In the hours of darkness I end up verbalizing
    "Congratulations on being muttated into a corpse alive and kicking domiciling gladly in a crummy nightmare"
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  • philophobic_seele 72w

    My potion master
    Teach me to brew an elixir
    That washes away all the vile echoes of my past
    Making my spirit passive and bestowing an adamantine heart.
    That impel me to embrace afflictions and ardour forlorness
    Making me quaff the eerie darkness morphing me to a stony graven image.
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  • philophobic_seele 72w

    Some snapshots are an off putting sight
    Some memories are an obnoxious reel to psyche
    Some voices are strident to perceive
    Some scars are a harrowing souvenir
    Some words are intractable to obliterate
    Some shackles are onerous to emancipate.
    ©philophobic_seele

  • philophobic_seele 73w

    ♥️

  • philophobic_seele 73w

    Shush
    It's a cloak and dagger business
    Betwixt you and I
    You sustain the eclipsed dinkum oil
    The unspoken tale of my forlorned twilight.
    You embody the lurk emotions
    The camouflaged melancholic passion.
    You were the one who harked me
    What the whole world contravened
    Clocked the inner chaos that made me stumble
    Still I guffawed with the lips that were muffled
    You grasped my hands and made me scrawl
    The enshrouded trauma which my chums were nescient of
    You are the au fait of my every facet
    salvaged me when I was groping in dismay
    You never surmise me and hearken my unceasing babble
    My sole boon companion ushering in my psychic battle
    Heareth mine summons and be my confidant till I breathe my last
    Accompany me to my crypt wherein I slumber Pacificly later my absquatulate depart
    ©philophobic_seele




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    #poetrywednesday
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    My diary My Confidante

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  • philophobic_seele 73w

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  • philophobic_seele 73w

    No one could decipher the riddle of her unforeseen demise
    The untold tale of the lethal night
    That lies entombed with her in her last abode
    The unheard chronical of the twilight where she wailed her eyes out
    Shrieked and howled but was left unheard
    The night when she drowned herself in the moana of her tears
    The night when she busticated her soul with the honed dagger
    The night when her soul splintered in the tempest of emotions
    The night where she ruthlessly butchered herself
    Carried her obsolete kaput smashed corpse
    And buried inside the grave which she exhumated wielding her own hands.
    Enshrouded the cadaver with the dirt epitaphed the tombstone with verse " Here lies a forlorned and anguished soul in the arms of Morpheus in serenity arduous to purloine"
    ©philophobic_seele