Pic credit - Taken from an sneezerville article on Pinterest
“Death, where is your victory?” “Death, where is your sting? “ (1Co 15:55 ) Until it is asked👆🏽& “death is swallowed up forever” (1 Co 15:54) 👉🏽 an unexpected loss of a precious one can cause us to feel as if one life has become undone no matter how much time has past.
Not again! Not again! Yes it happen again actually not only just today. It happen other times before. So I try to stay in the habit of copying & past keeping drafts notes just in case but was lack following the procedure after I was finish🤦🏽
What am I complaining about, you wonder? You know the familiar complaint, after you finally wrote than edit...repeatedly. Finally, you got the words just so right and somehow your your cell, the app, the slip of your hand....at the moment it doesn’t matter...you just know you lost everything you just written in the blink of eye and it poetry hurts🤕! I know I’m a poet in a rambling rant but actually it doesn’t matter...it just poetry stings when you lose anything...no matter if the write was brief or lengthy🥺
So after MUCH strolling though past posts, I finally found this when it occurred before (at that time it was my fault). This time I couldn’t tell if it was my phone or an app glitch...it doesn’t’t matter it still hurts either way🤒
My previous repost below with a slight change in time at the end. It’s still a true story except no drugs have been involved except in the writer’s comparable imagination.
WORD ADDICT ERROR I haven’t written a prose in days, still recovering from the crack of what happen to my lined words on the page.
I was a bit high strung from inhaling the joy of what I had written. Getting that familiar writer’s ink high when verses flows though the veins like paper cocaine. Don’t deny, you’ve partake of the stuff too, it’s a writer’s addiction.
As a bonafide writing junkie, feening to post my scripted drug of choice, allowing fellow writerheads get a slight buzz as well. A second hand sniff of my poetry dust.
Until I made a common word addict mistake, with just the slight slip of my finger, before I could even share
I DELETED IT.
Oh how it hurt! An involuntarily poetry detox causing my own pain with my word usage.
Meme Image taken from YouTuber ShineThatLight73 but photo credit give n to original owner
That above pic is taken from Sally’s Field iconic Oscar moment that’s been memed & repeated, fried dyed and laid to the side used so many times. Funny, I didn’t view when originally exclaimed. Ok, I’m kinda sorta kinda revealing my age (maybe😏) or you are revealing yours silently if you wondering Sally Who😆?
Preface - Imagination about to run🏃🏽♀️in overdrive 🙇🏽♀️ Ok, you been warned if you must read on👇🏽
*Imagination💭” If Mirakee decided to give me a writing award for my previous hyperbole post and for a few others of my corny comedy piffle during Covid. I would pull out my fancy BUT now three-size too small YET I would squeeze in it anyway and it would surprisingly fit fabulously 💃🏽 Hey😲, this is my imaginary write...if you want to continue attending shhh🤫on any negative thoughts.
Back to my fantasy💭 when Mirakee surprisingly announces my name poetryly you have won!!! I’ll appear modestly but impressively shocked😱.
As I stand at the podium with a few of my writing peeps & you in the audience (kidding😂, I know you were rooting for me all along). I would in that instance accept my win🏆 and join the Sally Oscar party, correction👉🏽 parody (spell-check I know what word I meant 🤦🏽) As I was saying💁🏽 imitating in Sally’s Oscar speech I would open my arms wide and scream instead
Mirakee, You Get Me! You really Get Me!
to the few still actually reading this imaginative ramble, really you following all of this😆?
Like I said earlier, You Get Me! You really Get Me! Or Do you🤣 ? after reading all of that😉?
I love the way I am Remind myself again and again Meetings with people starts stirring my brain A number of thoughts,preferences ,likes and dislikes, Make me to think about myself twice, How can I be confident without an ideal height, Try vibrant colours on the skin which isn't so white , Without big bright eyes I'm not a beautiful face, Can't put on every dress because people call me fat, How can I look gorgeous if I'm underweight, A thought I have kept in my mind always, Is getting fade day by day, Today I'm questioning myself again, Whether my thoughts were actual or fake.
I have seen people considering themselves not beautiful just because they are not fulfilling the beauty scale or the so called beauty standards. That's really a bitter reality of our society which is somewhere and some how created by us.. Its time to let our mind free from these stereotypes which defines someone ugly or beautiful just on basis of his/her looks.
' The more social the more lies ', Millions and millions are connected with social sites A blur world lights up with lies, where someone is in else's disguise Possesses unsatisfactory quench of likes, Hustling and running just to be an active part while our dear ones are getting apart, Their genuine praise and admiration doesn't matter Comments creamed with pleasing words make flutter. So addicted, submerging deep in, Glitch in hearts, complaining others all are so busy haven't time for us, Pay attention what we actually do , finding new and losing true, Be aware and think twice, Are we really being social or entangling in the cobweb of lies?
O darlings of summer O mates of spring O friends of winter Don't get jealous, when I bring, some new comers , I'm lucky to have you all Enjoy your delightful company, Amidst you, some are cared more by me Hope you don't get angry, live with harmony,
O ROSE FLOWER, You are really brave and adventurous Surrounded with thorns, but never gets hurts, Teach me how to bloom beautifully Even in millions of obstacles ,
O JASMINE FLOWER, You are pure, simple and virtuous Teach me how to keep goodness in me As you hide fragrance in your petals Which can be feel, but not visible ,
O CHRYSANTHEMUM FLOWER, The beloved of chilly winter No doubt, you are stronger than I think That's why you befriended with dead human beings Teach me how to embrace death with no fears,
O Flowers , Which are hanging on a feeble vine How do you count on stems so weak Teach me how to climb on highest peak Even with my fully broken feet,
O my lovely flowers, You all are dearer to my heart, Pardon me, if I forget to water When the cruel sunny rays fall, Skips the care , that you need When I'm indulged in regular deed,
I know, you all are so humble Love me as I love you, My balcony looks like a little garden All thanks to you.
Sometimes I ask who am I ? Am I a flower of someone's garden? Looks beautiful filled with fragrance But couldn't bloom in other's land No matter how much I burnt in rays Cheering all with a happy face always Sometimes badly broken inside Yet so vibrant and so bright A flower bed, a pot or vase, gardener Chooses where should I be placed Neither can I unfurl my petals Nor allowed to shrivel myself My gardener loves me and cares a lot But often cuts my branches off I bloom again with new seed Because his orchid never allow me to weep I got my life but that's not mine , That's is all the gardener (society) reminds.
I just tried to expressed the inner tale of those flowers that grow in everyone's garden and unintentionaly makes the gardeners angry , it faces the prickly sun rays, slaps of stormy wind and many more things with a cheerful face.