sydneyqueen

I write when I am lost

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  • sydneyqueen 63w

    Take back your curse,
    Take back your solace.
    Let me get a life like the rest,
    Not in tears and Not in mess
    Something that you couldn't posses.

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  • sydneyqueen 65w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 3 word short tale on Season

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    It will end.

  • sydneyqueen 65w

    I wonder how long this man-made exhibition is gonna last. The fortification was vulnerable. It could no longer stand another catastrophe. A catastrophe that could probably ravage the whole brace, perhaps my whole realm, which is another ruination. It took a while to realise that this realm has been my possession for so long since it's set up. Its devastation could break me down eventhough it did cost no sweat to raise. Every crack my embrace holds are meant to drag me down. They could have called out my name instead of taking all the odds on my behalf. Or perhaps they did call me and the mourning was barely audible. To be honest, my nightmares left me hints about my falling reign. My stupid negligence let them bear all my dire as If I am a sadist. There was no time to censure my fatal soul. The decision to elope made sense then. But running this far didn't help. Little did I realise, there is no place that I could run away before the embrace collapses and demolishes my throne into dust. Superstition won over the reality as my eyes drooped. Clogged past flowed like a rainbow stream, blessed with the whiff of chromatic emotions to recall the presence. Certaintly, I forgot someone's presence which I thought is intrinsic. Someone's presence I felt inside my head, kept weeping all day seated right next to my regrets and giving them a better company. My poor regret! All it could do at the moment was to smile brutally and conceal its inevitable pain.

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  • sydneyqueen 70w

    I have always been a one to feel that my life changes every freaking day and its gonna be forever. But it never did!

  • sydneyqueen 71w

    Since when did human started to pity for another species. When did it all this begin! Now the lives of humans is at risk!
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    #mirakeecommunity #humanlives #savehumans #savelives #BLM #alllivesmatter #poem #poemoftheday #noteoftheday

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    People are terrified expecting their past might repeat.
    "Nothing repeats" is the God's truth;
    But "it gets worse" is off the record.
    Pursuing the reality to match their focus is beyond the hope:
    Fortunately We fall, we drown and burn quantifying the endurance.
    This miscarriage is a Godly way for the survival of humankind.
    As time passes by we die often to live another day-another life

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  • sydneyqueen 72w

    Benevolent tears blurring the eyes, concealing the pain yet to come.
    Strings attached to my chest are finally ripping apart leaving every drop of blood and pinch of muscle in misery.
    A String- made of Trust, Love and Dreams;
    The one that was to be cut off, weighed My Pride and Sanity as a counterbalance,
    Since Trust, Love and Dreams restrained to fall apart.
    Unfortunately, My Pride and Sanity are in Jeopardy;
    Dying out of despair yet hoping I could rescue them.
    I didn’t reckon how long I could hold this untameable string in spite of its Scorching nature.
    As soon as my cognition realised the string was stubborn enough to win my persistence,
    My soul surrendered itself to the blackness and left melancholy as a souvenir.

  • sydneyqueen 72w

    I am tired of waking up alone,
    Looking like a desolated kid with a balloon.
    Its really hard to keep up the pace,
    Knowing your future will have no interface.

    I am tired of making compromises with my thoughts,
    It's something I shouldnt have done & now I feel like a bot.

    I am tired of faking my harmless intention
    Only god knows that I played well with the punctuation.
    Not sure about what will come next,
    But I assure that wouldnt be the best.

    I am tired of painting things in black and white
    But only that could fit in my attic-a perfect place to hide,

    I am tired of arguing with myself,
    Probably I should have called someone else.
    Neither salvation nor destruction,
    But one of the traitors to this simulation.

    Cross my heart, you cannot survive another day in my life.
    I would suggest you to give it a try atleast in the paradise!.

  • sydneyqueen 72w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 10 word short tale on Narrow

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    The road is narrow and blunt so did their thoughts.

  • sydneyqueen 73w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 3 word short tale on Breathe

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    Tired? Stop breathing!

  • sydneyqueen 75w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 10 word short tale on Prism

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    She was a prism until he loved her like anything.