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sturmfreidwritings
39w
Read MoreHere's one of my many works on Sturmfreid. I wrote this yesterday and posted it on the page.
If you want to read more, please like and follow the page. Sturmfreid. Thank you!❤️
WHO'S AT FAULT
You tried your best to dismiss this question every time it shows up before you. One reason is, it doesn’t come with any visible sign. You try to look for one every single day, watching every move, listening to every word. But you get nothing. It’s impossible to point out and break down who did what, much more to identify the main culprit of it all. Who’s really at fault?
Another reason is, it doesn’t come with a strong gut feeling—if so, it would’ve been easier to answer because at least you know where to start, right? But in reality, you won’t be able to trace the beginning of it all. It’s like feeling pain in your body but you can’t pinpoint where it comes from, much more to tell the cause. Who’s really at fault?
The only thing you know is you feel like everything has changed around you. The difference of today from yesterday, and much more from the beginning, slowly becomes astronomical. To the extent that it slowly becomes unquantifiable. Unidentified. Illogical. And unjustifiable.
Or perhaps you can provide a reasoning for it. By asking yourself a dead-end question. Only, you are scared to find the answer through this. You are scared because you already know the answer. And much more because you don’t want to admit that maybe it was you. It was your fault.
was it I,
who loved too much?
or you,
who loved me less?
—A.J Generillo
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sturmfreidwritings
39w
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Hello Mirakeeans and my fellow writers here (and readers). I have been inactive for the past few weeks mainly because I've been working on a facebook blog called Sturmfreid, and also because I've been playing The Sims Freeplay lol.
I have been sharing my write-ups here in Mirakee for a long time already, and I really have lots of suggestions to make this app the best of its kind by adding features for us, writers. Unfortunately, up to now, it feels a little limited for growth of aspiring writers and the community isn't that interactive compared to others. But I don't take it against the app and the developers. It's just a constructive criticism.
And I really want to reach my readers as close as possible, and my page has been doing that for me. So I shifted to it.
If you liked some of my posts here, I'm sure you'll find my page worth your time. Please do like and follow it to be updated on my future works. I post there everyday ��
I believe that no matter where we are, there's always a way to be close with each other, beyond social distancing, beyond the land and sea. Here's my page, I hope you like it.STURMFREID
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sturmfreidwritings
39w
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Hello Mirakeeans and my fellow writers here (and readers). I have been inactive for the past few weeks mainly because I've been working on a facebook blog called Sturmfreid, and also because I've been playing The Sims Freeplay lol.
I have been sharing my write-ups here in Mirakee for a long time already, and I really have lots of suggestions to make this app the best of its kind by adding features for us, writers. Unfortunately, up to now, it feels a little limited for growth of aspiring writers and the community isn't that interactive compared to others. But I don't take it against the app and the developers. It's just a constructive criticism.
And I really want to reach my readers as close as possible, and my page has been doing that for me. So I shifted to it.
If you liked some of my posts here, I'm sure you'll find my page worth your time. Please do like and follow it to be updated on my future works. I post there everyday ��
I believe that no matter where we are, there's always a way to be close with each other, beyond social distancing, beyond the land and sea. Here's my page, I hope you like it.STURMFREID
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sturmfreidwritings
51w
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4 AM
I miss suddenly waking up at 4 am and realizing that your arm had wrapped my body and your foot had kept mine warm throughout the night. Seeing your face sleeping soundly ever so calm, I'd never believe how moody you can get every morning (but it’s cute as much as it’s annoying). I miss 4 am when I just stare at you and smile like a creepy person. Pretend to sleep whenever you move to change position. And go back to staring at you more. I miss 4 am when it’s my turn to give you warmth.
At this hour, as I hug you from the back, I’d be sticking my head into your neck and gently place kisses wishing you “sweet dreams”. And if it isn’t enough for me (which is likely the case), I’d even profess my love for you.
“I love you.”, I'd whisper, and kisses you more. If what I was doing is a crime, 4 am could testify against me on court. And I would plead guilty of falling madly in love.
—A.J. Generillo
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From my book "Creatures of Moments" that I currently work on and hopefully publish very soon, as soon as the quarantine situation ends..
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sturmfreidwritings
53w
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It's very easy to lose yourself inside your head now that you have time—that you have the abundance of it. And slowly sink into the deep ocean of your thoughts.
This quarantine situation sucks. My head is about to explode from thinking! Argh!.
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sturmfreidwritings
57w
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It is easy to get lost in the thought of being not enough, being unworthy. You might think that the life you are living is wasted with every breath you take, but you are wrong.
I want you to look at the stars and see how they shine for you. Like a servant commanded of your wishes. That every light it shed is directed at your glory, like a spotlight leaving your flaws kept in the dark. Perhaps it is true—the universe was made for you.
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From my book Creatures of Moments that I currently work on and hopefully publish very soon!.
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sturmfreidwritings
57w
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The stars, no matter how much light they give out, will be nothing against the massive nothingness. It is said that the twinkling appearance of the stars is its undying courage to spark a beacon of light to anywhere in the universe.
In the midst of hopelessness, the stars still shine.
So should you. There is hope.
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From my book Creatures of Moments that I currently work on and hopefully publish very soon.
@writersnetworkTWINKLE
You taught me the courage
of stars
as we lay beneath the face of the universe.
The vast emptiness swallowing the pulsating
dots of light above (as you said)
is what makes the stars
heroes.
How they carry their light on and on,
from thousands of miles away
through endless oceans of darkness
to inches before our eyes—
just to remind us
there is hope.
—A.J. Generillo
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sturmfreidwritings
59w
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Sometimes, we couldn't say the words that echo in our mind during moments when they account for something. When they are meant to be said. When they could make an astronomical difference.
But do not forget that silence is also an answer. It is a courageous one. In the world that pushes us to be loud with our anger, sadness, happiness, intimacy—it takes a great deal of courage to stay quiet and let the universe of hearts and minds talk and listen through the deafening silence.
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From my book Creatures of Moments that I currently work on and hopefully publish very soon! ��
#CreaturesOfMoments #ajgenerillo @sturmfreidwritings @writersnetwork #silenceSILENCE
There are so many words
(don't leave; I love you; hear me out;
I'm sorry; you hurt me; let's end this)...
we want to say
in the words
we didn't.
—A.J. Generillo
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sturmfreidwritings
59w
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Time can be the greatest enemy of love. The shortness when you want it to last. Its endlessness after a fight. Its abrupt, fleeting promptness when love comes to an end. The suddenness when a person you think you know turns into a stranger—it makes love limited. Finite. Numbered.
And that is why, every moment in love is important. Because it might be the last of its kind. It might be the last of it all so love in the moment. Just love.
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From my book Creatures of Moments that I currently work on and hopefully publish very soon! ��
#CreaturesOfMoments #ajgenerillo @sturmfreidwritings
@writersnetwork @writerstolliSACRIFICE
In this rare moment with you I abandon my heart so that it remains loved and loving. Even if it leaves me to go on living heartless, at least a part of me gets to be happy in this lifetime.
—A.J. Generillo
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sturmfreidwritings
60w
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Have you ever felt like people are intimidated by you because of how strong and unbreakable you seem? When all you did was to avoid getting your heart broken once again.
We are #CreaturesOfMoments
We carry each of them as we go on with our life. Especially the painful ones—they scar us forever.
But all we need is someone who will hold us with the most delicate touch. The softest hands. Someone who understands how to mend a broken heart. Who collects all our weathered pieces and make us whole again. Alive.
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From my book Creatures of Moments that I currently work on and hopefully publish very soon! ��
#ajgenerillo #book #love #poetry @writersnetworkINTIMIDATING
I am a weathered rock. Yet solid and stubborn. Unknowing still of the things I want to be, but I sure want to go somewhere, so I beg the tired wind to carry me. Most of the times, it drops me before staggering cliffs, inches from falling in the old ocean where I have long wandered adrift—I don't want to fall again in the wrong place!
So I firm myself up. I turn ice-cold and steady. Showing no sign of weakness.
Intimidating,
(but in the right hands, I'll melt).
—A.J. Generillo
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pwrlems
54w
When
your
thoughts
explode
Words
Can't
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pwrlems
54w
Star
Someone said
If you are sad
Look for the star
Maybe one of them
is you.
Then I remember
what you said that night
'If you miss me look
for the brightest star
It was me'.
Where are you now?
I circled the night sky
Looking for a single star
But all I can see is darkness
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meru_mukh
59w
Read MoreNothing much. Just happy I could write.
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I've seen people smile a genuine smile. There's this glow in their face, a strange softness in their eyes and an easy stretch in the lips. When the wind plays with their hair strands, they don't even bother to tuck them behind their ears and instead throw back their heads in an innocent attempt to let all the joy sink in. It screams of true happiness. I wonder how it feels like. Don't the cheeks ache, the wider the smile is? Is it a happy ache? So, pain can be of a happy kind too then? When will pain be this kind to me, this warm?
One day. Someday.
Walking on streets, I look around at people. Some try to hold their umbrellas upright, while some, their heads. I'm neither of them, so I look down. The roads are a dirty grey, but not dirtier than the footsteps imprinted on it. Or rather the people that stomped off it. The sun rays pour on me like a bucket of light, and I squint my eyes.
Is it because I'm too accustomed to the dark now? Will this light wash off me the stains of last summer, the summer I got to know that people are darker than the lies they say?
One day. Someday.
The leaves adorn a shade of green I'd never known of. I guess they chose yellow but life turned out to be too blue. Blue-r than the
morning sky, calling out to wake your body that lost its soul some nights back. Blue-r than the
ocean at night, bidding goodbye to the waves that rocked your life. Blue-r than your eyes that hide your stories which you don't intend to write. I want to know your story. But wait, are you someone else's? Will all our stories end someday along with the people that once lived in them? Will we ever know how to live at peace, in a world with so many empty hearts and masked faces?
We will.
One day. Someday.
©Merusri Mukherjee
Thank you @writersnetwork . For always reading my words, however weird they are. I can never thank you enough tho. :).
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In the memories
I searched for love
But I found none
For they were layers of lust
mistaken as love
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branthan
59w
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sugarfree
62w
when i look at the stars again
Soon,
I will look at the stars again
With a smile on my lips
Not tears in my eyes
And they will smile back at me
For they are happy to see me
Back on my feet,
Ready to keep
What life has to offer.
Soon,
I will look at the stars again
With peace in my heart
I plucked from the sky
On a night to remember
And when I finally look at the stars again,
I will cast my dreams to the moon
And pray they come true,
One day soon.
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sugarfree
62w
She doesn't sing love songs anymore
There is a tinge of grief in her lullabies
I wonder who hurt her that much
To extinguish all the fire in her soul.
She isn't the same anymore
Her smiles barely reach her eyes
Her laughter sounds like stifled cries
In the depths of lonely nights.
She isn't the same as she was
Even if she tries to mask her pain
Her loneliness is screaming from within
Its silence is more defeaning.
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writerstolli
60w
Read MoreToday's Challenge : 26th February 2020
"Haiku" is a traditional form of Japanese poetry. Haiku poems consist of 3 lines. The first and last lines of a Haiku have 5 syllables and the middle line has 7 syllables.
Today write a HAIKU about loneliness
Tag your write-up for this challenge #haiku26feb_wt
Reference :
Solitude of art
long nights in the studio
paint my only friend
By Taia
Team Writerstolli .TODAY'S CHALLENGE
Today write a HAIKU about loneliness
Tag and share #haiku26feb_wt
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mirakee
63w
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coldplaydreams
75w
I N V I C T U S
My origin is the fall of a leaf
Upon the midnight sand
That skips a torment's breath
To paint an art so grand !
Bring upon me the wraths
Ominous to the monarchy
That my existence blooms with
To sniff the birth of me
The chronicles of diadem
I carry in my palms
Which bear lost melodies
Sung as in psalms
The world's a street of spirits
Emblazoned with woeful a giggle ,
In the gaze so infernal
All the dark sights shall I juggle
The halo of lightning and dust
Pirouette in merry blues -
Even over the tombstone
Where I be my muse !
© D e b j i t G h o s h
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