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sumanaa_
13w
Read MoreAlways knew it wasn't meant to be
We were a ship that was meant to sink
But those moments together made me want more
Your dulcet smile kept me ashore,
I was your moon, you admired the view
But there were million other stars shining for you
My shine wasn't strong enough
It couldn't get you to give me your love,
Should've known that even without my light
Your galaxy of stars would light up your night.
The darkness of this truth swallowed me whole
My shine got lost in your bustling world
Should've known to guard myself from the dark
Save myself from this arduous task (of)
Loving you was a game played to lose
Between hurt and lonesomeness, I was made to choose
One of the many roses in your garden
Should've known I wasn't the one you wanted.
#sumanascribbles -
sumanaa_
16w
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The yellow of your t-shirt,
The blue of your jeans,
The pink of my cheeks,
It was as cheesy as it seems.
The 12 of our age,
The 22 other people around ,
But all I saw was you,
All I heard was your sound.
The lameness of your joke,
The awkward silence in the room,
You shyly ruffled your hair,
Your embarrassed smile followed soon.
My heart skipped a beat at the sight,
Your thoughts in my mind all night.
An old joke we'd heard already,
But you saying it my heartbeat unsteady,
Maybe it was when your eyes met mine,
That the butterflies came alive,
Or it was your smile,
Or your crescent eyes,
Everything about you just felt right,
Knew then, I was in for a fight,
Heart versus brain,
My first crush,
My first love,
I chose to love you then,
Given the chance to go back,
I would do the same again,
And again.
@sumanaa_
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#first #sumanascribbles #wod
@writersnetworkI chose to love you then,
Given the chance to go back,
I would do the same again,
And again.
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sumanaa_
31w
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Loving you was all four seasons
Loving you needed no reasons
A summer night party where we met
You smirked when I said yes to a date
Spring in my heart when you held my hand
And twirled me around as we danced to the band
Kissed me in the cool breeze of the fall
I was shy, you stood confident and tall
But winter kicked in a little too soon
Hoped against it but we were destined to doom
The cold of the weather must've frozen your heart
Because you left me broken, played the villain's part
The hurt was astronomic, the tears wouldn't stop
Told myself it'll be alright if I thought so enough
Time played its part and helped me heal
After months of numbness, I could finally feel
Coldness still seeped through the crack you made
But i didn't heal my heart with hatred
I healed it with happiness based on me, not you
It's spring outside, and finally, in my heart too.
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#season #wod #sumanascribbles
@writersnetworkLoving you was all four seasons
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ALRIGHT
She thinks it's alright
She thinks it'll be alright
She thinks it has to be alright
She thinks so,
But she knows,
She knows it's not
And it won't be.
But she still continues to think so,
Because if she thinks it for long enough,
The tears will dry,
The pain will subside,
And everything will be alright.
©sumanaa_ -
A war fought for a common good is more honorable than a peaceful indulgence in selfish desires.
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sumanaa_
32w
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Based on a true story:
"ITS SNOWING. LET'S GO OUTSIDE"
"i have assignments"
*glares at him*
"FINE -_- "
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#sumanascribbles #myth #wod
@writersnetworkFlakes of Love
It's snowing outside,
Tiny white flakes of love,
Let's go take a look,
Put down that damn book!
Let's walk around the park,
I know it'll soon be dark,
We'll make a tiny snowman,
And run home as fast as we can.
Let's not be too careful though,
We can just trip and slip,
Fall into flakes of love,
Or maybe love itself.
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I see the clouds float away
Take different forms in matter of seconds
I then think of how you walked away
Lead me to a devastating end
I paved a way for us
Made you my priority
But now I stand at the side walk,
Sidelined from my own story.
I matched your pace
Walked with you through all your ups and downs
Only for you to run away from me
Put me on a standstill, to drown
In the misery of the heartache
In the loudness of the silence
You left me with a broken heart
Happiness seeping away through the cracks.
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sumanaa_
33w
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For some reason, I can never get myself to tell people things, afraid that I might hurt them, although I know that I will end up hurting myself.
#sumanascribbles #writersbay #somuchc
@writersbayI find an outlet for my sadness in writing.
I write about all the demons I'm fighting.
I scribble the words I want to say.
I scream through my pen, the words I want to yell.
I slap my thoughts onto my diary.
I slam their judgements that tire me.
I discard my hurt as I scrap this page.
I tear them apart and calm my rage.
There is so much to say but instead I write,
Because the words once spoken, will leave many hearts broken,
But the words I write, will remain with me till I die.
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I broke my own heart
Played the villain’s part
Took away the happiness I knew
Into a dark abyss I threw
My dream, my hopes, myself.
I gave myself scars
From lonely fights and wars,
That I raged at myself,
With the rage I felt at myself,
For not being able to keep happiness by my side,
For scaring away all the good things from my life.
I brought myself to an end,
Rushed too much, couldn’t handle the bend
Skidded off the track with no way back
In an abyss, I drowned
With my dreams and hopes,
Which were once so profound.
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sumanaa_
40w
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This is a love poem,
A forbidden letter from me to you,
Scrambled letter woven together,
With threads of my adoration for you,
Hidden in the depths of the ocean,
Is my pearl of admiration for you,
Stashed in the heights of the mountains,
Is my glacier of fondness for you,
Disguised in the grey of the stormy sky,
Is the red of my love for you,
That'll rain on your bad days
Help sunshine make way to you,
A secret you will never know,
But for me, it'll always be you,
So, this is a love poem
A forbidden letter from me to you.
#writersbay #sumanascribbles #thispoemc
@writersbay @writersnetworkThis is a Love Poem
©sumanaa_
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Stop searching
f a r & w i d e
for the things that are
right under your nose.
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kairos_
54w
Read MoreOnce doors that
opened willingly with a smile
now creaked alone
watching years fly by
begging me to leave
like I did before
How I wished
to smell the lost times,
whiffs of which
stayed in the wardrobe
rotten now inside out
like my worn out mind
giving up
Stepping on the floor without care
each tile yelled about
little fingers crawling
working feet rushing
aging bodies limping
I could hear them well,
without any recognition
Paints on the wall
falling off bit by bit,
commemorating the ones
that left and my return,
loved ones that stayed
questioned my loyalty
albeit in a frame
Shouldering my past,
my knees crumbled like
those old pillars,
windows welcomed me
with a caressing wind and
a stench of familiarity,
both, I once abandoned
a stranger I became which I always was,
in my broken home.
- T.S.
#abandoned
#wod
@writersnetwork Thank you for the welcome. Hoping that your team has been alright.
@mirakee Grateful to you too. Thanks for making our lives, readers and writers alike a tad bit better.Homesick.
"left to come back,
right to stay and not.
correcting times and wrongs,
forgetting right paths." -
my_cup_of_poetry
54w
Read More#leftc
@say_me_krish @inara__ thanks for helping me stay consistent :")The day you left,
I puked few poems
and tucked your
love letters with
white lilies inside
my September journal.
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I discarded the
possibility of you
and me devouring
leftover songs
and lavenders
under a moonlit sky.
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The day you left,
I killed you a little
and died a lot.
©my_cup_of_poetry -
kin_jo
60w
Read MoreToday I bottled up all my pain
And spewed it out on a paper
the ignited words blazed and flared
Like a striking fire within
Tears rolled down my eyes
Smeared onto some letters
Ink faded and blurred
Like some added salt
To heal my wounds
The paper crumbled
Just like the enraptured
Soul inside me
Broken and shattered
My words turned into dust and debris
The moment of silence
Squeezed out through
My steady pulses
Uncommisterating tranquility
Murmured some twisted harmony
In my skin
A kind of silence that doesn't fill,
Doesn't scream
Just like A discorded rhythm
Filled with no assertions
#wod #silence #writersnetwork #ceesreposts©kin_jo
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amsterdam
96w
Read MoreFunny how I pretend
I'm not breaking when
Piece by piece of my
Happiness leaves
A trail of chilled sadness
In places, I don't want
Anyone to know about.
Funny how I pretend
I'm not longing for someone
When I sleep on the side
Of the bed where I won't
See the shadows of the past
And I leave the lights open
To exorcise the ghosts of those
Who left without saying
A lukewarm goodbye.
Funny how I pretend
I'm not weeping on random nights
I am alone in the company
Of bottled memories
And a suitcase of regrets.
Funny how I pretend
I'm not grieving over dead feelings
And wilted flowers
I've pressed ever so gently
In between the lonely pages
Of my vintage diary
That once upon a time
Bed of roses to vows
Of endless affection
Whispered by sweet lips
Glazed with ample deceit.
Funny how I pretend,
I'm not faking my smiles and
I'm not hurting anymore.
Funny how I pretend
I am not weeping on random nights
I am alone in the company
Of bottled memories
And a suitcase of regrets.
©amsterdam
©amsterdam
08.22.20
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Thank you super duper much!!!
@mirakee @writersnetwork ������✨
And of course, thank you so much, EVERYONE!Facade
Funny how I pretend
I am not weeping on random nights
I am alone in the company
Of bottled memories
And a suitcase of regrets.
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my_cup_of_poetry
96w
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@mirakee @writersnetwork #pod
| 22nd August, 2020 | Thank you @mirakee for making this POD and @writersnetwork for the kind repost :")M o n o t o n y :
is a twenty nine years old man who rushes to catch the nine o'clock local every morning , never chooses coffee over tea, has stopped feeling breeze in the front porch of his house and is unaware that routine kills more than adventure.
B e a u t y :
is a hundred years old painting which this generation feels is owned by the wealthiest man in the auction , unaware that it's creator roamed in woods for years, plucked two wildflowers and grinded them to bring out the perfect roseate. That ruthless dedication is something one cannot buy . Everything else is affordable.
H o p e :
is a fifty years old lady whose husband went missing years ago but she diligently parts her hair every morning and neatly makes vermillion squat between them, thereafter she tells her children that their father would be home soon.
F r e e d o m :
is a twenty years old girl who has woken up this morning with a quiet mind , has made peace with the cuts on her wrist and isn't scared to visit all those places that reminds her of him. When she constantly failed at hating, she tried loving him more.
P a s t :
is your favourite bird dead inside a cage that cried terribly before death. The echo of her painful voice might keep you awake for several nights but trust me you couldn't have done anything to save her.
A r t :
is a thirty years old man along the banks of river Ganges carrying a large metallic kettle and flute, serving tea in small clay mugs, and filling a hundred grey, wrecked hearts with melodies. Foolish are those who feel that they can pay him.
L o v e :
is a Shakespearean sonnet printed on page number eighteen of the ninth grade textbook , that everyone read and recited multiple times to score in terminal examinations, yet only few understood and kept within them for longer than a year.
M e m o r y :
is a little heart engraved on a dust laden old bench with two names compressed within it. Each time one of them crosses the bench , it makes them smile like a little one who just found her lost yellow clips.
F a t e :
is a sixty five years old woman who was widowed when fourteen, got her hairs shaved and lived the rest of her life in whites. In the first few years she wondered that her life could have been different in so many ways and cried. Lately she accepted the way it is and smiles.
H a t r e d :
is a fourteen year old juvenile struggling to draw a sunflower in correction home , who choked his father to death last Monday. Absolutely no one except his pale mother knows that he is the result of a process rather than a moment.
©my_cup_of_poetry
