Mirakee
You
I try to run, I try to hide, I try to walk away!
But you just follow, taunting me, hunting me like prey.
My heart doth flicker, my flame is dead,
I've no more tears to quietly shed.
Only in darkness do I strive
For with the light, you hide your lies
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Dawn
And when dawn breaks, Chaos will be set free
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whatrealityisthisagain
30w
Read MoreHave you ever met an angel?
With a soul so pure and full.
Have you ever felt her loving embrace?
And engulfment of her protective grace?
Have you ever smiled with a guardian?
Laughed as she played the comedian?
Have you gazed into her loving eyes,
And watched as twinkles there arised?
And with them knew without doubt!
That protection is what she was about?
I have. And though the loss is great,
I'm so grateful you were part of my fate. ��
Have you ever met an angel?
Loving, helping, and comical?
I have. I call her Aunt Diana,
The one with whom serving is her main agenda.
Dear Aunt Diana, please rest in peace.
Now and forever your suffering ceased.
I love you much and shall miss you dearly
...
Or rather ...
I should say, I miss you already ��
#lossoflove #missyou #loveyou #rip #restinpeace #loss #missyouAngel
Have you ever met an angel?
With a soul so pure and full.
Have you ever felt her loving embrace?
And engulfment of her protective grace?
Have you ever smiled with a guardian?
Laughed as she played the comedian?
Have you gazed into her loving eyes,
And watched as twinkles there arised?
And with them knew without doubt!
That protection is what she was about?
I have. And though the loss is great,
I'm so grateful you were part of my fate.
Have you ever met an angel?
Loving, helping, and comical?
I have. I call her Aunt Diana,
The one with whom serving is her main agenda.
Dear Aunt Diana, please rest in peace.
Now and forever your suffering ceased.
I love you much and shall miss you dearly
...
Or rather ...
I should say, I miss you already
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Wish of 10 Words
"Know and understand all languages for every being in existence."
This dear Genie I would ask of thee.
Not only to speak with foreign country folk,
But to listen to the animals and to fin'lly truly see.
To converse with the Flora, and chatter with the Fauna.
How glorious would it be to set boundaries with the spiders?
To whisper with the butterfies? Or hum with the bee's?
To understand your plant's true needs?
How magnificent would it be to speak to the earth in all her beauty?
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Rhythm
Sway with the rhythm
Sing with the breeze
Dance with the crickets!
Chant with the leaves!
Whoosh, whoosh, chirp
Croak, croak, swish
Thump, thump, fluttler
Swoosh, swoosh, hoot
Feel the rhythm all around,
Speak with languages once lost
For you, dear one, have now been found
In the rhythm of the world, you have been reborn.
©whatrealityisthisagain -
Unconditional Love
I feel like so many people are so busy trying to find or buy unconditional love that it's turned into a currency and next to no one truly knows how to give it anymore
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Chilled Dark Night
On a chilled dark night I find myself sitting,
Comforted by darkness, I realize I'm fin'ly breathing.
On this chilled dark night, the moon sings her brilliant song,
And the stars join in, twinkling and chiming along.
There's a calm unlike any quiet of the day,
And a peace so serene it's beyond words to portray.
I sit there and wonder with thoughts finally clear,
Engulfed by the night, I no longer find fear.
For the night is full of love, that and honesty,
The darkness welcomes all, in all authenticity.
In this beautiful dark night, I sit and I wonder,
My thoughts flowing freely, to the darkness: I surrender.
©whatrealityisthisagain -
whatrealityisthisagain
43w
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Strong are we, forged from the fire.
Resilient are we, broken to bits.
Powerful are we, left to fight on our own.
Hard are we, betrayed after helping.
Sturdy are we, left to crumble all alone.
Happy are we, torn apart from within.
Loving are we, who love with scarce return.
All these are we, because we had to be.
#strong #strength #forgedfromfire #broken #powerful #betrayed #happy #lovong #hadtobeAre We
Strong are we, forged from the fire.
Resilient are we, broken to bits.
Powerful are we, left to fight on our own.
Hard are we, betrayed after helping.
Sturdy are we, left to crumble all alone.
Happy are we, torn apart from within.
Loving are we, who love with scarce return.
All these are we, because we had to be.
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Motives
Those that question your motive when you act out of love, are most often the ones with motives of their own.
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Dark Mist
The dark mist surrounds. Engulfs. Suffocates. Drawing out beings of ill intent from their depths. They ravage and they pillidge, threatening all that come near! These gremlins of misfortune! These demons unkempt. Fed by the mist, they grow each passing hour. Small at first, but they get bigger faster and faster! There are those that try to warn of this terrifying danger. Beings most oft’n misunderstood. They shake us and cry in earnest, then shield us in their power. But alas, this makes it that much worse. Their eagerness to protect feeds the gremlins around, they in turn share with the dark mist to spread it all-around. To feed others’ emotions; to feed others’ demons and gremlins slumbering in their depths. Demons named Anger, gremlins named Stress, Fear is another, Greed and Resentment two more. The list goes on while Anxiety and Panic fight to defend us; there’s a mist of emotions that feed our demons hidden in our depths.
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raj_4_lyf
54w
All you needed was a Break
Not Death, My Love.
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aaryannn
52w
Sometimes, you need to be alone. Not to be lonely, but to enjoy your free time being yourself.
©aaryannn -
hidayaismail
52w
At times,
Its good to be kept in the dark -
shewrites_a
52w
Read MoreIf you also have such people in your lives...thay deserve a thankyou straightway from heart....lets a moment to thank them...
And the ones who considered her weak and coward....were the ones who eventually made her strong....
©shewrites_a -
I am
the joy of mundane things
the satisfaction of submission
the thrill of deadlines
and the feel of the ocean
©delusions_of_neha -
Be gentle,
Be kind,
Be fierce,
Be wild,
You sweet, you beautiful
You the goddess of love & war, wisdom, fertility and whatnot...
You teach them love, they hate you
You teach them respect, they disrespect you
You cheer them , honour them
They hurt you, kill you
You're sweet, divine, gentle and kind
You give them, they snatch it away from you
These men, beware of 'em
Their fragile egos burst like balloon, if you say a word aloud
But you have to be gentle, kind, sexy & divine...
You birth their offsprings, they say you don't know anything
They come asking for sex and call you prostitute
These men, beware
They expect you to be good and kind
You raise your voice and they cry,
'You slut, how dare you?'
©delusions_of_neha -
Be gentle,
Be kind,
Be fierce,
Be wild...
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delusions_of_neha
53w
Read MoreMy Enneagram scores tell me :
I'm a perfectionist, a giver, an achiever and a challenger,
An enthusiast and a seeker of knowledge...
All these aspects of my life,
I smile, kindly acknowledging the parts of me, that I know!
Tell me something I don't know', I tell my love:
"You are the cutest and bold and adorable, and crack dark jokes,
love trees and tiny flowers and art ,
work for good causes,
read a lot, and write even
are kind and patient and witty
your whole vibe is just so vibrant ...
And when you smile when you're super happy melts my heart"
'My darling', I say, 'you say this because you love me and
Love has tinged your vision of me!'
She chuckles softly, 'If this be untrue, let it be!
There has to be a parallel universe where all of this is true!'
'A parallel universe it has to be, my love,'
I say caressing her hair,
'Where our love is not a sin,
Where people live in harmony with each other and mother nature is still blessing us!
Where there is love in the air, not pollution,
Where young ones aren't abused, bathed in acids
Where we can be our true selves and be valued for it
Where they are cherished and cared for,
Where you, my love, are mine and only mine!'
'I am yours love, I'm still here, loving you, just as much!' she ghostly self whispers.
#poetry #paralleluniverse #poetscommunity'My darling', I say, 'you say this because you love me and
Love has tinged your vision of me!'
She chuckles softly, 'If this be untrue, let it be!
There has to be a parallel universe where all of this is true!'
©delusions_of_neha -
baddiexmegh
54w
Read MoreWhat our parents don’t tell us.
Kalon - a beauty that is more than skin-deepK a l o n
when the stars fall down
shining and waving goodbye
as broken hearts chant their whims,
don’t fear that you’d fade away
when the asphalt kisses your cheek
and a copper tinge fills your mouth
when your knees betray you,
buckling from underneath you
and send you spiralling,
don’t fear of falling down
you’d never learn to fly otherwise
when the world mocks you
saying that you’ve taken the wrong turn
into a road of regret,
don’t carve a frown
and let blues drip from your red eyes
it’s okay, fighter
you just have to cut through
the cracks in the road
and find yourself deep within
nestled between thousands of wrong turns
and flowers of repentance
it’s okay, fighter
all you have to do is push past
the centuries old brambles
which always tied up your hands
there are scars on your back, unseen
the world wonders how you are so perfect
you see the awe within their eyes
when you wade through the hallways
they do not know of the battles you fight
there is blood on your hands
and blood in your mouth
don’t you crouch and mask yourself
with an invisible barrier
it’s okay, fighter
people tend to despise
everything that they fail to figure out
it’s okay, fighter
you’d soon be liberated
someday, one day, you’d fly free
in the cerulean skies, free to breath
without the shackles of insecurity
chaining you down to the bed post
you’d soon realise that your bruises
are far from ‘given with love’
instead, they are the billboards
showcasing your bravery
we all of scared of being forgotten
we are scared of death
but let me tell you something
about kingdoms that deemed themselves to be eternal
they are all mere dust beneath your feet now
you did well, warrior
take a breath and close your eyes
shiver into a new dawn
where the world around you is invisible
and where there are no scars on your skin
where your skin is numb
close your eyes,
walk away singing a new melody
for another warrior to wake
©meghana27 -
self_scrawled
59w
In case no one has said this to you in a long time,
you're doing your best,
and even if you're not,
you're gonna be just fine
maybe not now, not today,
but tomorrow or the day after,
you're gonna end up in a much better place,
and more importantly,
among much better people!
:)
