Mirakee
We were never on the same page,
Let alone I was the right plot at wrong story.
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shaliya
1w
Read MoreOh love
I bleed blue,
And you won't even have a clue.
I speak words,
Full of love touched with light kisses and magical chords.
A mess that remains uncleared,
Perhaps right book at wrong hands.
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I tore what I wrote,
Because I'll rewrite again.
No matter how much I'll try,
Words can't justify what I feel or will make up for you.
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and i often come here,
when im broke like fragments untouched but with fear.
hopeless yet kissed with turbulence,
Lost and twisted in dark webs wide circumference.
i'll be gone till you'll reach here,
only my words will survive in this void sphere.
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shaliya
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all you need is little faith,
because it can move distress and gift you miracles.and after a unlightened turbulence,
comes a sunrise of tranquilty.
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shaliya
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You & I
©shaliya
{AUTHOR'S LIL NOTE: This story is purely based on my imagination. Kindly do not copy the segments or stuff from my work. The book is teen friendly topped up with cringey hopeless romantic movements.}
//CHAPTER 01: BAD OUTFIT, HOT GUY//
Enola wake up! Yelled my mom as usual. Nothing new. It was 10 am of boring tuesday. I don't know how I'll survive this week. Im already dreading and desperately waiting for weekend.
Who can relate with me, lol. Finally after 30 minutes of brain storming and hearing out the same repeated telecast of my mom's tantrums. I finally made my way from bed to washroom. Got my hair fixed, splashed out cold water. Wore some lens because your girl has some major eye issues. Brushing my teeth, I turned on my shower. Let my body soak in bubbles and allowed the hot water wash my anxiety topped with dullness.
After 30 minutes of staring my wardrobe. I finally decided to go with some baggy sweats and shirt. Basically looked like homeless. But, hey who cares? Right.
I chewed my toast and sipped tasteless orange juice. Can't demand more when it's already going to be lunch time. My mom kept hovering around, kept rummaging the drawers and when I finally asked what was bothering her. Note: the first mistake I did in my not so glorious day.
Enola dear, Im trying to find my passport and some documents for presentation which I prepared the previous night. I'm already running late to office and also I have to visit bank.
Now I regretted because I already knew what was coming my way. Yes, If you still did'nt get the clue. I had to do her bank stuff. Where I had to deposit some cash and ask about couple of documents. Now usually I would deny but today Mom legitmitly seemed desperate. Anyways I had the car so maybe the least interactive person on the planet earth could survive this.
She planted a kiss on my forehead and left. Taking keys, cash and lipgloss because that shit is important. I turned my music on blast and drove across my metaphor dead neighbourhood.
Within 15 minutes I reached my destination and went inside deposited the cash and looked for the manager. Things were normal trust me. Only till now. Until I saw drop dead earth gorgeous looking man walk past me. He had the combination of bossy and hot aura. Muscular body perfectly fitting in his formals, the upper buttons loose and he seemed probably in late 20's or maybe in middle God knows! Tanned skin, lushious hair and before I could scan more he went inside the room.
Eyes wide open, I engulfed my saliva. Don't judge me guys because there are very, approximately very few times where my inner hoe has taken a form of wild wolf. I kept thinking whether he has noticed me as well or not. I went to for exit when my moron brain pinged and realised I had to ask for important details. I went to the counter and asked her. She pointed out the door. A.K.A door of hottie heaven and told me to enquire there.
Now this is the time of my life where I was so embarrased because the way I was dressed. Usually Im a girl with high waisted jeans and cute tops but today was different. Maybe this was the fate. Bad sucking outfit and had to meet a hot guy. Anyways my curiosity and guts would have killed me If I did'nt went pass through the door.
I did what I felt irrespective of being in my definition of bad outfit.
Knock, Knock.
The sound of my fingers knocking the wooden door echoed. I could hear my heart beet racing and everything felt a shun when I heard rough yet somehow soothing voice, Yes, Come in.
I stammered to be honest because my eyes once again kept staring at the beauty which sat infront of me. Not my fault to be honest. Somehow I managed to ask for documents. He kept explaining the stuffs. But for me, the entire surrounding was inaudible. I did'nt wanted to leave the place yet I found the room extraordinarily toxifying with dark floors, navy blue curtains, Mac products, It screamed professional and this guy jawline already started piercing my heart into pieces.
Was this love at first sight. I was old enough to understand the difference between attraction, lust and love. But the cologne and appealing voice made sure to block my senses. I did noticed the name board in front of me Velcro Guzman Damelio. How come 15 minutes passed away so quickly.
I strongly assume he knew very well that I was lost. Infact out of place at that moment. He paused and kept locked eyes with me. For a momemt I felt like running away but I was scared because his eyes told a tale of something else, something scary perhaps.
My phone started ringing suddenly. Shutting it off, I gave my very quuck farewell. Picked up the documents and fled from that place. I lost all the courage to even turn back and give a glance. My major focus was to leave. What did I do? How can a person be so intimidating?
Or maybe my mind is making up stories. What would he think of me? Oh goodness just a stupid teenager day dreaming and wasting his time. I've never found myself in a situation like this before Nor I have so mamy thoughts and anxiety at one place.
My car belt felt safe. Cluthing my steering wheel I went to more safer zone which is none other than starbucks. The guilt was killing me alive. I already had several missed calls and text from mom regarding the documents. What should I say her?
I tried to avoid it for a moment. The least I could do was to be present at that time and listen atleast few words which he said or did he even spoke something? Now maybe Im overthinking and letting myself fall in spirals.
Java chip frappe is the my go to drink and Im always open to refreshments. As soon as I sat and revived my engine. I notived a black SUV following my car. My instinct made me believe it because every single turn or round I took, I found the SUV following my car. Now God! Why two blasts at same time?
I need to stop freaking out and increase my speed. Soon the freaking large SUV overtook and blocked my path.
This is it.
I was all ready on top of my lungs to scream for HELP!
Hey there amigos, If you read this story till here in first place. Then I do owe you a big thankyou and warm hug. Please support, like, follow and share my work. It would mean a freaking heaven to me. See yaa in the next chap soon..
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shaliya
10w
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You & I
Genre:- Romantic
Story Description:-
He wrapped his tie around my neck and let his large hand discover the tingliest parts of my body. I moaned crazily, I needed him to stop yet I wanted more. I bited my lips while his greedy eyes playing with my emotions. "We will ride till sun shines and back again count infinite stars in midnight" his dirty motives fuelled my inner soul and what can I ask more?
18 year old girl whose world revolves around stardust aesthetic, starbucks, scribbles and in search of love.
25 year old Bank CEO who likes to invest in business, always hungry for opportunities, heir of Magno Versate (designer brand) and unusually stubborn.
What happen when do different sides of world will collide?
Will they repel or attract?
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Hey angels, This is my new story which Im working on for wattpad. I was thinking that I'd post here too.�� Do let me know If Ya'll be intrested to read it..
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Healing becomes more painful,
When you never loved yourself in first place.
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shaliya
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Who is the biggest theif?
Stay blessed angels������
#mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetworkI steal kisses and hugs,
But you go for hearts and minds.
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shaliya
21w
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Your fault, Honey.
Thankyou, next.
Stay blessed angels������
#mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetworkShe is dripping drop dead gorgeously,
Colourful in so many ways.
But as usual you chose to be blind and walk away.
©shaliya
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_afsheen_
14w
Good bye to the past
To scars black and blue
As to what the future holds
I confess i have no clue.
Good bye to the past
To tears old and new
To the promises kept
To regrets far and few.
Good bye to the past
Lock, barrel and stock
It's time to bid farewell
Time to reset futures clock...
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whitewings
1w
A heavy downpour
in the silence of the night.
Seamless they fall...
the flames of dense drops.
Droplets hit the ground,
but make no sound.
No thunder to accompany,
no lightening.
Just a silent hailstorm,
hitting and destroying
the crops.
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daffonix
15w
Read MoreI hate that sometimes I can't breathe.
I hate that I go on for hours, sitting at one place, staring at a screen.
I hate that I don't go out for a walk.
I hate that my head has to pound before I realize, I need rest.
I hate that sometimes I just want to lay in bed doing nothing.
I hate when they don't leave me alone when I want to be alone.
I hate when they leave me alone when I need someone by my side.
I hate that my surroundings consider tears as a sign of weakness.
I hate that I have to stop my tears before they fall.
I hate that I feel weak when my chest hardens when I don't let my tears fall.
I hate that I want to cry where my tears don't matter.
I hate that even after everything, I still dream of being somewhere where the display of my tears are considered a high honor.
I hate that I don't love myself, the way I want to.
I hate that I love me when I'm happy but fail to give a shoulder when I'm upset.
I hate that somewhere still, even after knowing the reality, I hope that someone will love my dark parts when I don’t.
I hate that I'm not comfortable with the skin and body I was born with or have acquired.
I hate that sometimes I worry about fitting in, even when I know that I'm supposed to stand out.
I hate that music is my healer, yet I don't choose it sometimes.
I hate that I lean on the hard walls to feel non-existent hug.
I hate that I don't open up when it's the only thing I want to do.
I hate that when I want to smile to change my mood, I don't.
I hate that pain knocked on my door again after so long.
But most importantly, even though it's excruciating, I hate the way that I love my pain...
©daffonix
Omgggggg my first WN repost������������ thank you so much!!!!!!!
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@bluepuppy01 @elusive_me @dusky_dawn @shaliya @whentherainfallsI hate when they don't leave me alone when I want to be alone.
I hate when they leave me alone when I need someone by my side.
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my_cup_of_poetry
20w
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dusky_dawn
21w
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@pen_and_paper I slept. So I forgot to tag the person who"s write-up was the inspiration ��He's a knife. That cuts me deep
He's the odour.That represents death
He's a wound. That's eating me from inside
He's the crime. That I commit everytime.
He's a day. I desperately want to avoid.
He's the night. I sleep to throw the worries away.
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I knew it was summer standing behind me when I was on the ledge thinking of ways of how i"ll end the winter within me but it stopped me for all I know summers calm me.
I knew it was summer sitting beside me at the dining table when I puked the coldness at their faces and laughed loudly for all I know summers negotiated with cold winters to leave me alone for once.
I knew it was summer roaming in the city with my ex boyfriend when I held his hand and kissed him in front of his current girlfriend for all I know summers turn me warm for anyone i know. Even if cheaters.
I knew it was summer crying beside me in the bathroom when the dress he gifted me was ripped off by his friend for all I know he claimed I sound like a sick warm afternoon that was meant to be enjoyed.
I knew it was summer gripping my shoulders tightly when i slapped a random guy at the bar for trying out my tequila shot for all I know summers don"t turn me Musshy. They turn me hot. I radiate anger. I radiate love.
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dusky_dawn
21w
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#idkaboutthisoneither.
@my_cup_of_poetry You inspired me miss ��
@sangfroid_soul @samarlexis @zohii @saaakshii @timeblossom A read ��Guilt :
Is what i saw skinning an 18 year old alive when he swallows the sleeping pills because he was forced to believe he killed his sister but no one asked him "Who was driving that day when she died" and who was on the passenger seat. But all he remember was she was screaming loudly and then pushed him out of the car before it turned into ashes.
Hatred :
Is what I was handed over by a teen boy at a coffee shop when a mug accidently slipped off my hands on his clothes splashing some of the brown on his face and some on his sorrows.Hatred is a big word for me but for a teen boy wearing the suit bought by his mother for his 19th birthday wasn't. He just wanted to feel her around him even he saw her 10 years ago for the last time when she breathed her last.
Pain :
Is what my old neigbour eats everyday with broccoli and mashed potatoes. The kitchen garden smells like sadness flowing from her eyes everyday when she eats alone waiting for her kids to turn up at her door someday and say "Mom we are home".She greets me with a sad smile and keep staring at the door and I do the same. I stare at her staring at the door smelling pain in her actions. She retires off to bed at 9:00 but till then she never closes the door.
Love :
Is what that burnt my ex-bestfriends house on a Sunday brunch. I saw a carefree girl munching on sleeping pills every night waiting for her mom and dad to stop fighting. Mumbling in a low voice she always said "They love each other.They'll never harm each other" She screams loudly in her room to make them shut their voices but it just turns louder and louder. Love is accepting the flaws and she always says "I accepted them"
Ignorance :
Is what a woman trips on every night after her husband comes home every morning after spending the night with his ex. The darker the shades of lipsticks, The darker will his mood" She plants kisses on his neck and he kiss her back with ignored sighs and troubled laughs.The lips after leaving the neck when meets the lips "He starts smelling like lavender chewed on a Sunday afternoon after chilling with his friends".She irons his clothes and irons her heart and feels she was meant to be a used cloth and now he will throw her away someday. He smells like infidelity and she smells like ignorance.
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dusky_dawn
20w
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Happy International Men's day to all the Men out there :))
@petrichor_tales @samarlexis @zohiii @elusive_me @aaditya Guys a read?Bravery.
I saw bravery brewing on the stove.Brimming with water to the full the pan and the eyes with tears didn't know where to stop. Blinking away the tears when heard the creaking of the door "You were crying" and the reply "I was. I am. I will. I lost a son and I can't even mourn properly".I cried on his grave. I am not the odd one out just a human who can shed tears.Who can drown in sadness for as long as i want until this thing.The thing that is troubling my soul dies. |I am man| but I am human first. I cook emotions everyday and feed myself to a level where I won't backstab my soul for not letting it puke whenever it gets too much.Then cried a little. A little. Until the heart said "We are done for the day"
Fearlessness.
I smelt fearlessness.3rd December,19:19 p.m when a 32 year old man was lying on the wet grass staring at the dusky sky listening to his heart for the nth Time "You are allowed to let your emotional side take control once in a while."You are allowed to breathe Like a normal human do"."You are allowed to get troubled by anxiety sometimes when you are scared but you know you"ll overcome it".You are allowed to sparkle the badge of depression lying on your shoulders and not always sit straight with a straight face amongst the happy crowd just because you are a man. You can let the frown of sadness come on your face at the times when it's enough. "He smiled looking at the sky before turning to towards the girl he loved "I am depressed. I need help. I need you. I am weak. I am not strong as they label me.I cry at shady hours and cry till midnight and sometimes cry till morning. I am not afraid of that'll it make a less of a man. I am a man enough to let my sorrows scream on my face. I am man enough to ask for help. I smelt love in those tears dripping down her eyes.
Manliness.
I heard manliness smiling at the top of the lungs around the corner when I heard the laughing sound of a woman taking a man to the places he has never been. To a place where peace resides. I heard manliness dropping a women to her house around midnight safely when her car turned dead in the middle of the road.I heard manliness smiling proudly in front of the whole crowd when his woman was the centre of attraction. I heard manliness baking cookies for his wife expecting their first child. They said manliness and I heard a stubborn man forcing his wife to take care of her diet. They said manliness and I heard love.
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