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  • silver_flakes 2w

    Inspired by Chinese poetry ♥︎


    You once told me our love was the starry night
    And our hearts the vastless milkyway that never died
    In bed of ashes we had laid our love
    In smiles bleeding hope from the darkness we had known
    With curled hands grasping the moon's edge
    Petals of summer drifting towards hearts that were cold to heat
    To rest in scents of bliss carved from barks of breathing trees

    Had our sinking hearts heard the distant sound of the mournful horns
    Would it have clung to the strings of our yearning smiles?
    But cherry blossoms never last the winter's cold grip
    They fall away slowly towards beds of dust that cover the blooming souls with darkness
    Till each last petal is reborn into gloomy horizons
    So we breathed in whispers that graced the air with golden scents of love
    While our end beckoned from the distant whirling wind on edge
    Dancing on precipice of hills that fall towards earth's beckoning hands
    We tempt the fate that rushes towards our entwined hands
    Until the silver moon gave way to the fire of the orange sun
    And we were burnt underneath the now falling blossoms
    Fall slowly, breathe slowly, cry slowly

    Fire works bleed heat into the floating memories in our eyes
    To be free, on wings of an eagle fleeing towards the splashed horizon with fears locked behind bars
    Deaf to the unending tremors in our hearts
    Perhaps the silence will wash the permanent stains of regret
    Tears form hallows of peace on pale cheeks moving towards the shadows
    Will it fall, will it stay
    Forever frozen with regrets locked in its glassy gaze
    Or perhaps our fates were never meant to dance to the same tunes of eternity
    So now go on towards the beckoning hands of blissful rest
    While the blossoms are covered in beds of darkness
    Hands entwined even underneath the roots of the moon
    Eyes close slowly

    #once #flakeyy#tragiclove#pod#ceesreposts @miraquill @writersnetwork #wod #oneandonly

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    Buried Blossoms

    "In smiles bleeding hope from the darkness we had known
    We tempt the fate that rushes towards our entwined hands
    Or perhaps our fates were never meant to dance to the same tunes of eternity
    Fall slowly, breathe slowly, cry slowly

  • silver_flakes 5w

    Once when I was young mom told me
    That if I could touch the moon's garment
    I would forever be blessed with happiness
    And so night after night
    I climbed the tallest tree in our garden
    Wishing to touch a whisper of the moon
    But it always was so far away
    Its silvery gaze twinkled with mirth at me
    Along with the thousand fireflies mom called stars
    But I never missed a night
    I climbed so much my stable branch grew no more leaves
    Its branch extended barren towards the moon
    Echoing my plea for a touch
    On days I tired to stretch my lanky hands
    I would sit and marvel at the moon's gaze
    Its very form puzzled my young soul
    I asked if it came up every night to tease me
    For my inability to touch its silver garment
    But it never replied
    Only twinkled at me with a smile I always returned
    Mama would find me there at midnight
    Smiling like a foolish girl at a persona that never made funny jokes
    Then time flew with wings so fast it scorched my eyes
    No longer a wee child eager to climb the highest tree
    Life has many issues and nooses that permit that not
    But sometimes on a bright night after a gloomy day
    I do go out to seat in my rocking chair and gaze at my silver friend
    Never did it grow old
    And I'm convinced it was never there to tease me
    It seems to have its own purpose I never discovered
    But it never tires out
    Always with that twinkle in its smile
    Surrounded by stars that never seemed to fade
    On days like that I remember the young me
    And wish that I was able to touch its garment after all
    Maybe I would have gotten true happiness
    But my old mind tells me it was all a fairytale for kids like me who could never sleep peacefully without causing ruckus
    But though age has made me wiser
    I still share a secret smile with the moon once in a while
    And it graces my old heart with pure pleasure as it seems to smile back with the same twinkle

    #flakeyy#once @miraquill @writersnetwork #pod #ceesreposts#moon#staysafe #thoughts #poetry #nature #life

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    Silver smile


  • silver_flakes 5w

    Little pieces of dirt cling to open bleeding wounds
    Removing debris of hurt, shards of glass broken in hearts of flesh

    Festering germs are bound to grow in uncatered hearts
    Though painful, kill invisible hands that threaten to multiply pain

    Protecting broken hearts from roaming flies with hurtful stings
    Covering up hurts with love and musical strings of light

    ♥︎Avoid water
    Exposure to bitter elements reopen mending wounds
    Keeping far away from those with sharp blades in their wake

    ♥︎Change bandage
    Healing wounds fester without care and attention
    So change the ropes that bind your heart and see the tears heal up in parts

    ♥︎Allow time
    Time works its magic hands with slow and painful dexterity
    But it would in time heal the deep wounds in your heart

    //To be patient is to heal
    To heal is to be patient//

    Thank you so much for EC @miraquill thank you for ❤ @writersnetwork
    #heal #pod #flakeyy @miraquill @writersnetwork #ceesreposts

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    To be patient is to heal
    To heal is to be patient

  • silver_flakes 6w

    I'm back♥︎

    Sometimes I cry. Could she see my tears? I had once buried my head in my hands, but perhaps she had seen the glistening drops on the white tiles. I wasn't meant to cry, I was the strong heart, the one who pushed through difficulties, though fire be burning my soles. Or so I was meant to be.

    Sometimes I hurt. Did she know? That I brooded and hurt when plans failed, or maybe she thought I sat and found a solution within an hour. But I actually kicked the mahogany table, and pulled my hair in an undignified manner.

    Sometimes I'm sentimental. So did she see me sigh, when the sunset bled orange hues into purple and my heart became a mushy sponge? No, I did not turn my face to focus on more 'important' issues. I delighted in nature's beauty too.

    Sometimes I fear. Did she feel my trembling hands when I faced her father? Nah, my face exuded confidence and assurance. But in reality, my innards had twisted into braid knots.

    Sometimes I become weak. Does she know? That I get tired of carrying on, inside I plead for respite, but my feet keeps moving on. Like I said, I am the strong heart, the one who paved the way, though thorns be tearing into my skin. Has she seen, known and felt that I am only, h u m a n afterall?

    #flakeyy#sometimes#pod @miraquill @writersnetwork #ceesreposts

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  • silver_flakes 8w

    In poetry I lay my bed of metaphors
    In poetry I fluff my pillows of irony
    In poetry I fly with wings of litotes
    In poetry I cry tears of euphemism
    In poetry I feel pains of sarcasm
    In poetry I laugh in onomatopoeias
    In poetry I weave tales of hyperbole
    In poetry I dream sights of oxymoron
    In poetry I dance to tunes of alliteration
    In poetry I live freely in bouts of s(i)miles

  • silver_flakes 8w

    She was to be a glorious sunshine of a girl
    With a toothy smile and eager hands
    To bask in the lights of nature
    And love the winds that whispered tales
    She was to become an elegantly refined pottery
    A lady with stars in her golden orbs
    A corner smirk or a heart stopping smile
    Her love and enthusiasm engulfing miles

    She was not, she was I
    A wild rose with pricking thorns
    A wardrobe of skeletons sheltered for years
    I had lived once, in throes of anguish
    Next in sudden peels of laughter.
    I had cried once, with racking sobs
    Next I smiled, admist tears of pain
    I had withered once, under the gloomy skies
    Next I bloomed with the heat of the rising sun

    A strong shield is my favourite possession
    Bravery outside my doors of insecurity
    To be a paragon of strength and cool headedness
    But inside a mess of emotions and fears
    With time I realised the simple truth:

    'She's a woman underneath all the armour
    She's a warrior, she knows all failures
    Her emotions were like the sand
    Endless and forever treaded on'

    I craved to skin my emotions
    But they were my flesh and blood
    White or blue I bleed for two
    I was not a hard warrior
    I wept for a crushed moth
    I saw, it was not a weakness
    It was my strength
    To feel and to care deeply and painfully

    ♥︎To feel is to be alive
    To be alive is to feel♥︎

    #unique_chall #ceesreposts #pod #flakeyy @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    'She's a woman underneath all the armour
    She's a warrior, she knows all failures
    Her emotions were like the sand
    Endless and forever treaded on'


  • silver_flakes 8w

    ♥︎It is her alcove and well hidden niche
    Her escape from the storms of memories
    It covers her with the cloak of confidence
    When she twirls and twists to the rhythm
    It sets her brown eyes alit with flames
    And bends her spine to the steady flow
    With her eyes closed, she becomes another
    In the dark, her steps dance on memories
    With it, her heart is lifted from the gallows
    Her smile widens with the rush of ecstasy
    Freed from the cuffs of life's insane battles
    Crescendo, she flies high above galaxies
    Decrescendo, she lands softly on her toes♥︎

    @miraquill thank you for EC����
    @writersnetwork thank you for repost����
    #activity#dancing#flakeyy#pod#ceesreposts@miraquill @writersnetwork

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    Dancing shoes

    It hung on a hook far above her head
    Golden and brimming with flair
    With nerdy glasses she stared with longing
    And reached out tentatively then abruptly
    Grasping soles of gold with quivering hands...

  • silver_flakes 8w

    On a run from the sunlight, lest I be petrified for Eva

  • silver_flakes 8w

    No urge to write these days ( ' _ ')sucks

    My anxiety sits in a corner of my heart
    Caged but pricking like a persistent dart
    I struggle to make it one with my mind
    But it detaches itself as a different kind
    So I'm left to cater to the raging feelings
    Of railing fears, budding doubts and dealings

    Theres a transparent ocean in your eyes
    Though which I behold your depth of lies
    It bleeds through the blue orbs like red blood
    And my heart shatters with each rising sun
    I crave they rather be murky brown waters
    So I could decieve myself of no clutters

    I have never known the address of your heart
    So it could be mine forever with no missing part
    The veins that lead hide and shrink from me
    Like snakes cautious of a predator's machete
    I search each green line with rising despair
    For I know not the key for your heart to repair

    #start#pod#flakeyy#ceesreposts @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    Grey Embers


  • silver_flakes 9w

    One day, if everything stops, this heart of mine will beat on still
    When I placed my hands on my left chest
    I wondered how such little muscular mass within could store all my fears, pain, love, hate and memories
    How it withstands raging emotions that threaten to burst it
    How it deceives and reassures me at the same time
    It's like a boundless deep, inconspicuous in sight but equipped with disarming depth within

    But now, I see it's the greatest strength of me
    It sews me together when I'm torn apart by life
    It drags me to my feet with renewed determination
    All because it beats still, and as long as this sound never fades...
    I'll be here fighting on in light and darkness both
    Braving the storms and fighting the flames until the last thump