Oh myyyy goshhhh. Thank you so much team .This is a huge surprise.I was thinking about taetae while writing this . Aye it's my second PODThis is unbelievable. This is massive.thanks for the support and love . This day couldn't be any better . Loads of love @writersnetwork and @miraquill
Oscillating between Life and death In my swing forged Of betrayal. I crave to touch both For I neither know What life is Nor what death Comprehends. I am a tiny water droplet Envisioning to be The huge cloud. But my desire affrights me Everytime I behold A dark one. Sometimes, I am just A speck of dust Crushed by the Hundred rebels In a candle march. Each melting candle, Burns my armour propre. Yet, I choose to diffuse In the air of endurance For I know, I won't hear A single footstep hereafter. I was born In a slaughterhouse And as I grew up, I saw Rotting fleshes of freedom. I remember the day, I picked them up And their souls Hid themselves Apace in my heart. And today, I long To carry them to a place Where they can take Their flight with no fright. That day, I fell in A pothole which led All the way To the abyss of dolour. And I am still searching For the ladder Which can lead me To the panacea For I yearn to Heal my uhtceare As my today Is not my present But a curse of the past Never broken. So, I weave My sinful poesies In the loom of penitence And let my Verklempt metaphors to Shred away with every Molecule of air I take in.
Thanks a million billion trillion times @miraquill and team for POD. This mediocre soul is massively honored and humbled.
Today Miraquill's prompt has literally motivated me to learn and ink something new again after a long time. So, first of all, thanks a million Miraquill for providing such a great platform. I am here I even stayed in all the ups and downs, making its decorum and environment beautiful. Yeah, I never participated in any dispute to disturb the peace. Here's my lame try for today's prompt what I learned, and yeah, now students and literary souls will learn too. Old English Challenge in old dictionary words.
(Here's simple version of the poesy as well)
1: Blinding my wisdom, caring no sentiment; 2: Stubborn uhtceare urge to be silent. 3: It wants me to keep enduring the life, 4: eat whatever it feeds, brings eerie detriment
5: Mind feels itself persistently at the war, 6: Fights heart, not to be emotional anymore. 7: It yearns to remain rational in dark abyss, 8: against the world's dire inclination to abhor.
9: I will find focillation in enmeshing: 10: Aye! I didn't know in self-squandering. 11: I pray God shall never pay attention 12: and bless me peace along with his blessing
Refractory = Stubborn ontyhtan = to urge conticent = Silent áblindan = to make blind, blind andgit = intelligence; wisdom. meaning; sense. sense; one of the five senses. gíeman = to care focillation = a momentary act of comfort Enmesh = to become tangled in something
With everyday under protected skies, we come across some traitors lives. Promised solution to all complexes, riches beyond faint heart perplexes. Adoration by fame benediction, bargains without guilt affliction. The patriot and his free ticket vote, righteousness that need some promote. Fees for the clamorous priest, words of comfort in the least. Stones and graves as memorandum, dust to dust and its bleeding phantom. Bubbles to buy in ounces of gold, it’s the story as package to be sold. The price to know God for asking, resuming whole souls tasking. Imitation of immortality without death, lyrics and rhymes already in breath. Scientific prophesies as politic conclusion, sweetest moments of delusion. Medias senses of what is right in time, feeding the truth through a costly plastic frame. Enslaving oneself by far more credit, for the children to know its inherit. The dying dream with its inspiration, ceased moments lost in translation. The placid and self contained condition, takes forms in transparent definition. As term-less feast of our content, souls are more then body meant. Wasted time in displeased self-assertion, no values after deeds in resignation. The greatest tragedy of the world in confusion, the lack of awareness in spiritual evolution
An unexpected one pod. Thank you so much @miraquill@writersnetwork for the love. And thank you all the beautiful writers for being here and giving it read and appreciating it. Thank you so much, love you all. ❤❤