Miraquill
In the fleet of a hundred boats,
there was a small red one with a flag so white,
it almost blended with the fluffy cotton clouds.
Some days it braved the wind
and some days it gave up fighting
Both times waving and fluttering
Who's to say when it actually rebelled
And when it declared peace
Some days wind is it's best friend
Whispering secrets and guiding
Some days it's the bitter enemy
Still whispering but misleading
It's a strange relationship, the flag says
Everyone who sees us, makes a judgement
We prove them all right and wrong
At different points of the day
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But what silhouette is dark enough to hide your flaming soul, my dear?
Someday, it'll come true, that which you've always feared.
Someone will see you through, make you want to believe it all.
Those things you pushed away, because it made you weak and small.
Love can be your cure, just the way it tore you apart.
The blue sky and the dark night can always have a new start.
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thepoeticsherlock
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I don't know if the stars realize how special they are,
because we sit down below and blankly stare
Sometimes at them and their twinkling light,
and other times at the world beyond human sight.
But tonight, I saw a spark in you,
trying to contain the glow in the dark
Hide all you want,
your eyes will someday stop and speak.
Till then I want you to know how special you are,
because I sit beside you and believe you are a star
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thepoeticsherlock
210w
I think we often forget that hope is a big thing
So big, that we can stop believing in it but it never stops existing.
In a world where most of us are afraid to carry a handful of kindness,
Forget about a heart full of hope.
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thepoeticsherlock
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What do you do,
When the wave you tried to escape,
Settles on your lip?
It makes you sad,
Even while you're smiling.
It curves up,
Even while you're sinking.
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Have you felt that feeling where you know you're slowly falling in love? Where the bricks you built slowly ease off like butter and that sense of falling for someone slips through the gaps?
Sweet hurt (Ouch)
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@writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @repost @readwriteuniteWhile you were occupied glorifying her smile,
She slowly stole your heart away
Now she has it hidden between words
And everytime you try to win it back
It bounces off your chest and right into her arms
All over again
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So do you look for inner peace outside?
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@writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @readwriteuniteWhat's this inner peace you look for
In places so foggy, green and far?
There's peace amisdt nature you say,
But again it's not where you stay
There's so much you always talk about
But the nature always makes you fall short
Of words on the tongue but fills your heart
With questions you beg answers from the soul
With fears that scare you from being whole
With desires to not look outside again
But to find that inner peace right within
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Sadly, I haven't learnt swimming. I wonder if I can still save someone who's trying hard not to drown.
What are your thoughts about this?
Leave a comment below and we can talk ��
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@mirakee @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @readwriteuniteSometimes, when you're drowning
You don't wish for a log of wood
Or a fancy swim ring to keep you afloat
In those moments, while you're battling
each breath for just a hope to live,
Someone's loving arm around you
and their support to pull you out
seems like a lung full of air for eternity.
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I just thought of those flowers that bloom at night. How different would it be for them to live a life in reverse of what other flowers do.
If only these flowers could think and contemplate life like we do. Fortunately or unfortunately, they don't. And that's the reality.
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@mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @readwriteuniteYou are a child of the night
born under the warm moonlight
You bloom while the rest,
rest their eyes and fall alsleep.
You smile and romance with
the stars while they twinkle at you
And when the morning dawns,
You're still alive to see how
the sun replaces the sky
And you are left with last breaths
and dew drops on your body
formed like another beauty
Born out of darkness'
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I just thought of those flowers that bloom at night. How different would it be for them to live a life in reverse of what other flowers do.
If only these flowers could think and contemplate life like we do. Fortunately or unfortunately, they don't. And that's the reality.
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@mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @readwriteuniteI heard a beautiful flower whisper
to the wind that was passing by
'Why does the sun burn my skin,
while all my friends bask and
breathe in the warmth of it's rays?'
The wind swivelled and giggled,
caressed the flower's petals,
planted tender kisses on it's leaves.
It said, 'I've travelled far and wide,
seen wonders and disasterous sides
But one thing that never changes.
Darkness always gives birth
to beautiful things on earth.
You are a child of the night
born under the warm moonlight
You bloom while the rest,
rest their eyes and fall alsleep.
You smile and romance with
the stars while they twinkle at you
And when the morning dawns,
You're still alive to see how
the sun replaces the sky
And you are left with last breaths
and dew drops on your body
formed like another beauty
Born out of darkness'
©thepoeticsherlock
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Writers are intensely aware of seasons
The season of warmth
Of love and care.
The season of pain
Of agony and infliction
The season of knots
Duly crafted by heart and mind
The season of numbness
Of detachment and frozen emotions
The season of pretensions
Forging a smile even in grey times
The season of breaking
And the one they are profoundly absorbed in
The season of healing.
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whitewings
248w
Just because I don't show strength,
the way you want to see,
doesn't give you liberty,
to think that I am weak.
I'm strong in my own way.
In a way, you will never understand...
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They'll Say About Her Way
They'll talk about her pretty girlish face and slender fingers
writing the tales of a youthful woman trying to break up with solitude, though it lured her back like a toxic kiss time and time again.
They'll shed tears about the 'almost' in the stories of a man, or men, that never became anything tangible, anything real enough to call Love. A love that was hers.
She was destined to be loved on the side. She was a gorgeous moment in their lives, like a flash of lightening, or a first dance at dusk.
Not the blue in the sky that stays through sunset to sunrise. Not the dance that ends the night into forever.
