the_inhabitant

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  • the_inhabitant 2w

    Dimmed corridors of
    broken hearts sought solace in
    poetry's moonlight.


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  • the_inhabitant 2w

    #lanturne

    Edit- Thanks you @writersnetwork for the repost and the lovely Miraquill fam

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    Do
    I need
    to belong,
    or may I just
    live?


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  • the_inhabitant 7w

    #tailrhyme
    #wod
    And whenever the hour dawns on me,
    announcing that it's time to leave the nest of felicity,
    a thousand blinds are drawn over my senses, reluctant to countenance reality,
    not long before being cut by the knife of need and survival.

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    Catching the worm

    And whenever the hour dawns on me,
    announcing that it's time to leave the nest of felicity,
    a thousand blinds are drawn over my senses, reluctant to countenance reality,
    not long before being cut by the knife of need and survival.


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  • the_inhabitant 8w

    #rhyme #wod
    A successful Detour .

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    Closure

    Lurking through the crevices of the heart,
    the pain seeks freedom, to be away and apart,
    Since, the tongue is paralysed, following a shot of obligation,
    it escapes through the eyes, a salt-water manifestation,
    finally kissing the shores of salvation.


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  • the_inhabitant 9w

    #start

    I know it's late..but better late than never right ?��

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    We are in the ocean of love,
    which is as vast as the sky,
    reflecting the cerulean hue,
    as clear as a mirror shining new,
    As the sun bids farewell,
    I wake up from this beautiful reverie,
    And I realise I am no longer floating along the waves of bliss,
    rather drowning in melancholia's abyss.


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  • the_inhabitant 10w

    Silence, a virtue,
    Silence, a gift,
    Silence, an easy coping mechanism when all fails,
    Silence, a deadly weapon which heralds injustice to prevail.


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  • the_inhabitant 10w

    Fugitives

    Once vibrant and cheerful,
    now they hunkered in fear of being seized,
    and brought to the "slaughterhouse of normalcy",
    where they would be butchered and buried,
    for they had trespassed the forbidden grounds
    of protocol-a-la society,

    No place to run away,
    they kept hiding for so long,
    that now they are finally put to sleep in the necropolis of the heart,
    with an unnoticed headstone, "Forsaken Feelings that were kept apart".

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    #unnoticed

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    Fugitives

    Once vibrant and cheerful,
    now they hunkered in fear of being seized,
    and brought to the "slaughterhouse of normalcy",
    where they would be butchered and buried,
    for they had trespassed the forbidden grounds
    of protocol-a-la society,

    No place to run away,
    they kept hiding for so long,
    that now they are finally put to sleep in the necropolis of the heart,
    with an unnoticed headstone, "Forsaken Feelings that were kept apart".

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  • the_inhabitant 11w

    #tautogram

    I took a lot of time only to come up with this��

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    Infinite imaginations infused in ink,
    inhabit ivory islands,
    imparting inspirations.


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  • the_inhabitant 11w

    I have been growing hope in your backyard,
    watering it with patience,
    totally naive to your pursuit
    of blossoms wrapped
    in the razzmatazz of momentary fragrance.


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  • the_inhabitant 13w

    Feathers of ideas
    kept floating around the tree of thoughts,
    but this time, the net of words was broken.


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