Music is love ,and love well.....
its music duh !
"Warm smiles like Sun-rays"|| And honey your smiles are like warm sun rays, melting the icy heartsLike how the sun melts the creamy snow in the dusky morning of the winter's end ||~by a mere poet, with sparkling hopes~©sparkles09_#smile_like_sun-rays #WarmSmiles #writersnetwork #miraquill This post is written for my dear @jugjugjiyo didu ☺️ always keep smiling didu ☺️@telepathy123@pink_berry @bad_habit@ayu004_
Warm smiles like Sun-rays☺️
#howto (not exactly ) #wod #miraquill #howto_fall_in_love_with_ones_ownself uff thank you so much @writersnetwork for the EC (4) @dazzolis @ayu004_@pink_berry@bad_habit
How to fall in love with one's own self
In mornings, when the sun is shimmering with hopesSoaking one's self into it's warmth And wearing a smile, like dazzling sunlight, honey That's how to fall in love with one's own selfIn noons,When the wind blows, slowlyWith closed eyes, feeling it's delicate touchesAnd smiling tenderly at one's self, honeyThat's how to fall in love with one's own selfIn evenings,When the sun sets,hiding one's self in puffy cloudsWatching the scarlet skies with a look of adoration, honeyThat's how to fall in love with one's own selfAt nights,When the moon glows along with dazzling stars. Standing infront of the mirror and embracing one's flaws, honey That's how to fall in love with one's own self~by a mere poet, with sparkling hopes~©sparkles09_
See ya guys Byieee #bleeding_metaphors #crimson_poetries#for_myself #writersnetwork #miraquill @telepathy123@ayu004_@dazzolis@pink_berry@bad_habit
~ Inking poetries for one's self~
|| With bleeding metaphors, honey I am inking crimson poetries for myself ||~by a mere poet, with sparkling hopes©sparkles09_
Hey everyone...it's me sparkles ✌️....won't be active much and am turning off the notifications of miraquill . And I won't be able to reply y'all but when I'll see then I'll do ....till then Adiós ©sparkles09_
#stay_strong #lonliness #sad #miraquill @bad_habit inspired from your post@telepathy123@ayu004_@writersnetwork
Sometimes you've to be that shoulder for yourself , on which you could keep your head and cry .....~by a mere poet, with sparkling hopes~©sparkles09_
Thank you so much @writersnetwork for the EC (3)❤️❤️ #tailrhyme #wod #writersnetwork #miraquill @telepathy123@bad_habit@dazzolis@pink_berry@ayu004_
~The bloodbath of resurrection,from an insecure body to a hopeful shimmering soul~
Bleeding the ink of crimson bloodsWith emotions haywire, drastic like floodsHe took a bloodbath, removing the dirt of hisinsecurities, shimmering with red sparkling hopes~by a mere poet, with sparkling hopes~©sparkles09_
#learning #wod #miraquill @writersnetwork @telepathy123@dazzolis@pink_berry @bad_habit
And honey,I'm learning to be the author of my own story~by a mere poet, with sparkling hopes~©sparkles09_
#learning_to_put_himself_first #learning #wod @writersnetwork #miraquill@dazzolis@bad_habit@pink_berry@ayu004_
"learning to put myself first now"
A mere boy,Born with sparkling hopes.Helped everyone, even to thoseWho betrayed, hurted and crushed himLike he was nothing.He wasn't perfect, no he wasn't.He also made mistakes,like everyone else did.Hurted people, intentionally or unintentionallySaid things that, that broke heartsBut he didn't wanted to do that, no he didn't.His intentions were always pure,But somehow people never understood him .His cousins thought he was a hypocriteWho only was being good Infront of othersSo that he could gain their sympathy.Family, always mocked him for not doing anything right, for always being clumsy.Always hurting him , making fun of himAnd shattering him, little by littlefrom the inside, breaking his delicate heartWhile in school, everyone bullied himFor being different, everyone joked about himEven the teachers, that he considered as role models. But whenever anyone needed him, he never hesitated to help .He cried for hours at night, embracing himselfIn one's own arms , when there wasn't anyoneTo even offer him a warm hug. He was dyingfrom all these pent up emotions and feelingsOf utter hollowness.And when he thought that he's worthlessAnd he'll stop trying to help others Because he feared that he'll mess things up.Just then, the almighty showed him his worth,the reason for his birth in this world.It was his name, it held a hidden meaningHis name meant "someone who helps".And ironically he had been doing thatSince he was a little toddler.But now it will not be the same anymoreBecause now, he's learning to put himself firstHe'll help others, but not by hurting himselfHe'll be good with others, but ifthey try to misuse him, he'll not let it happenHe won't allow them to crush him anymoreHe wants to love himself now,He want to cherish and pamper himself nowHe wants to live for himself, not just for once But for forever, because he owes himself that.~by a mere poet, with sparkling hopes~©sparkles09_
#creating_ones_own_story #wod #end @writersnetwork #miraquill @dazzolis@telepathy123@pink_berry@bad_habit
"Creating one's own happy endings"
A chubby little boy with musky scent of innocence, emittingthe fragrance of purity With a white heart, like spotless dusky doves Living in a chaotic dark worldSurrounded by toxic people, with poisonous auras and words of needleslaced with lethal venomWith those poisonous needles, they torturedThe little boy, abusing him and taking advantage of his kindness , while handling the pain of betrayals from the ones that he loved was not easy, he was tired..Always been treated like a puppet by everyoneWhile everyone was writing his storyHe surrounded himself with darkness, choking one's self in utter silence and biting back his words, while losing one's speech... But he had enough now, he didn't wanted thisHe didn't wanted his story to be like thisSo creating the quills of metaphorsHe ended his story of agonies and painWith the aesthetic ink of crimson blood..His endings weren't all glittery and happyLike the one's from fairy tales..So closing the chapter of his ruined childhoodHe began to write a new story, this time Him being the author of his life now,Not in anyone's control, creatingone's own role, with him being the protagonistOf his story now , with sparkling hopeshe is busy inking and decorating his storyWith aesthetic sonnets and soulful haykus,Creating one's own happy endings now~by a mere poet, with sparkling hopes~©sparkles09_
#iam_my_own_possession #i_belong_to_me #writersnetwork #miraquill @dazzolis@bad_habit@telepathy123@hyekim (thanks for the idea hon )
"No one's propertyhoney, I am my own possession ©sparkles09_
~ Sleep#good_night #escape #reality
Let me sleep through the chaos, let meescape the reality one more time, I'm tired...
#lovec @writersbayNote: This is my interpretation of love or forevers in general which doesn't mean there is some beautiful bonds out thereNo meanings attached.. Might not make sense or be reader worthy.. Loosely connected with clusters of verses and letters..
Forevers were always endearing and enticing. One which always makes her heart beat a little close to the eternal strings of fantasy. One which always blankets her soul in the vintage palette of abstract alliterations..The familair yet unfamilar barrenness each cups of coffined drowsy despairs left behind, leaves a bitter taste of leftover chewed analogies cradled her never ending heart breaks for belongingness..Dawns devoured her dreams with a pinch of delusional daintiness Sun debted..Dusks savoured her screams in the name of silvery scars moon mended..Dancing the night away with the demons in her head, she whispered sweet nothings to the mountains..Ashes of forevers adorned her doorways. Each time she chants, 'no more' while the moon silently sighs knowing she was all along the antagonist who pretends to be the protagonist of her untold tale.. Looking for love in all the wrong places, like the saying goes, she called herself a Saint who slits her own heart in dark welcoming the Sinner in her home..Her forevers were fragile, so was she!©fellowtraveller
Democracy: Demos (people) and Kratos (power)
Yeah, people do get power here.But not the deserving ones.The servants become monsterslusting after power, salivating on wealth,while the rightful ones crawl, scratch, pine and fightfor two morsels and an handful of pride.©antarraal
@readwriteunite @writersnetwork @sparkles09_ @muskaanbhatt_ @kosachaya
To the brook of serenity Till the river of peace and Beyond the ocean of hope!Every peaceful dusk brings a hopeful dawn. Remain calm and serene. ©soulsights
Hey u all there!!!!Plez be safe from the new variant-Omicron
I hope you find the kind of happiness that exists on your own terms. I hope you truely take the time to figure out what moves you,what encourages your soul, and I hope you have the courage to chase that.I hope that you have the courage to believe you are capable andworthy of curating the kind of lifethat sparks something within you.I hope you find acceptance.I hope you find the kind of momentsthat take your breath away. The kind of moments that change you.I hope you find what you're looking for out there.I hope your life inspires you.~jae~
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--Today, write a poem that begins by breaking down the etymological root of a word.--
Is there a contrast between what the word means to you and its origins? Write about it in the form of a poem.
Tag with #meaning and share.
had it wrong:
is not a downturn,
not a fall from
– Monica Youn
The etymology of the word “catastrophe,” comes from two Greek words meaning “down” and “turning.” But Youn believes that catastrophe is the emotional turmoil behind a time when one’s life unravels.
Isn't it cute that out of 7 billion people, our heart always craves for that one person and everytime listening to a song reminds about that one onlyy..!
Always remember somewhere someone is waiting for your breakup..!