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[dal-chawal]

To the man I will fall in love with -

No matter the external cold temperament of mine, I am still empathetic by heart, I am the cringe version often, and the mature adult in need of an hour. My hopeless romantic heart needs affection, however, it loves showing affection the most, on the days when I feel low, you will find me vibing to the sad playlist of mine, shuffling mindlessly, jumping from one song to another real quick, on days when I am the happiest, you will be the reason behind it, for the smile of yours would bestow the warmth of divinity. I have this presentiment hovering around my soul, and on your bad days, there won't be a single chance I will leave you alone, we will figure out everything together.

You know I would love it, to keep you closer to me, because no one has ever been close to me (even a tiny bit) and I want to make it last for eternity, hope when I meet you, I am in the most magnificent days of mine, for I want all my miseries to end once and for all, 'cause for a long time this heart has suffered trauma. so when our destiny finally get along we will create the fairytale of ours, which I have always craved and detested too, but with you, it'd indubitably feel like the warmth of a sunset (when the sun would gradually hide into the horizon - leaving behind the favourite colours of ours, your hand in mine)

You will find me smiling/appreciating the little things that life has to offer me, for I am one who gets happy to watch the moon pinned so aesthetically on the black canvas. if my fate does get along with yours, I will take you in my arms and kiss you under the moonlight, and would want to etch you in every fibre of mine, you and I (a tale worth waiting for)

- cs 🌙🕊️

[thenotebookscribbler]

damn those waters.

i was barely hanging in by the last thread of life I had.

and then, I saw you, falling, lifeless, your body about to

thrash into the pavement,

fierce water below us,

waiting to take us away.

you, away.

i thrashed, screamed

and yelled in frustration,

as I watched your limp body,

slipping through the boulders,

falling,

in front of my eyes.

tears streamed my face as I tried to push myself,

tugging at my string,

wanting to hold you for the last time.

but stupid luck;

all those undone strings,

now felt like the strongest ever made.

the water took you away.

( @arctic-bandar )

[deadlypoetacademia]

Pov- You have been alone for a long time now.

You no longer need people to comfort you. Each and every battle, be it with the world or your own self, you were strong enough to fight and win. And the greatest achievement of all you have started finding peace in this alone world.

[writersandwaffles]

Scars

This poem is just a reminder that how often we hurt ourselves for enormous reasons and how much we need to apologize to ourselves for all the cuts, wounds, bruises and scars that we get due to all the hurt that we put ourselves through.

[harf-e-kun]

"I want you to tell me about every person you've ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn't think you'd live through. Tell me what the word "home" means to you and tell me in a way that I'll know your mother's name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches of a tree or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother's joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you've been unkind. Tell me all the ways you've been cruel. See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people's wounds."

22/08/23

4:26 AM

Bhopal, India

[litwitt]

What's in the name? It's just some random letters stringed together that hold a meaning for you and your acquaintances. Your art is your true immortal identity that will take you beyond needles of clock and pages of calendars.

[think-through-pen]

Grief

I walk in this weary state to where the way leads me,

I have no one to cry for, and that is why I see

ghosts of happy thoughts, flicker and disappear on touch—

they slip away, no matter how steadfastly I clutch.

O woeful verses! Can you utter my wretchedness

to me? Can you truly calm chaos, and then confess

that why is it that I cannot bring myself to move

to tears, vanish and this thorn in my heart remove?

The poems of grief don't make my eyes to overflow,

but only telling me to let those I love go.

The woes I encountered in prose cannot be compared

to the loss I had, and the madness I, alone, fared.

But I still hope, and hopeful I will always be.

And recalling smiles I will never get to see.

I will not stop grieving, for I want them to live

here, and watch the dreams I promised them to give.

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[cosmicwriterof21stcentury]

And I'll turn blood into poetry now and then again and again whenever i can and i do, it's a terrific feeling to be able to carry the mastery of words and weave them together on the tips of your tongue and fingers,to make people swoon and make their hearts explode with such sadness, happiness,grief and every emotion and feeling you name it in a way that they wouldn't have thought that these untouchable thoughts could be deciphered in a way that it's ground shaking and taking their breaths away. I often struggle with what i want to express how i feel and how i would feel but not so when i write ,i feel like a master, an indefinite God of words ; it's sorcery for me ,a fundamental enraged hunger fused with desire to be known and seen. I'm a poet and a writer and often a times , a hungry monster digging for love in every inch of this bubble I've made. Like every other poet and writer i don't see glory in war ,it never was there, i see crimson Tides in the hues of the sky I'm a phoenix rising to defy the odds whenever i can. I think different and i own it like a silver sleeved coat ,I'm the wizard of words and i carry magic on my fingertips and the way i write.

-tamanna,A book I'll never write

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[agelesslibrary]

I watch from afar, a silent gaze,

As you go about your days,

Unaware of the love I hold,

The unspoken, unrequited fold.

I dare not speak, I dare not show,

The depths of love that overflow,

For fear of being rejected,

My heart left shattered, dejected.

So I keep it hidden, deep within,

A secret flame that dares not begin,

To burn too brightly, to be seen,

By the one whose love I crave, unseen.

But in the quiet of the night,

I let my love take flight,

And dream of what could have been,

If only you had noticed me, my friend.

But alas, it is not meant to be,

This love that aches within me,

So I'll keep it hidden, a silent vow,

A love that burns, unrequited now.

Can you hear me?

[originalferal]

I don't give up on people. I know, it's stupid. Self respect? Well. But I am just very tired of people leaving. How can they? Why can't they be as invested in me as I am in them? What's wrong? Am I that crazy? It just breaks my heart. Really breaks it. So much so that I forget how to walk or stand properly. I just lie on my bed and weep. For a person? Yes. A friend, a lover, a relative. Anyone, I don't want people to leave. Once you are with me, stay. Please stay. I've been left enough times, it's so difficult for me to trust anyone. And when I do? They walk away. Setting me back months of recovery. They leave without any explaination which makes me think of the worst scenarios. Was I too clingy? Did I say something wrong? Was I begging, again? Was he scared when he realised just how hollow, broken, pathetic I actually am? I am so tired. Don't leave. Stay at a distance, call me once, text me in months, but don't go away. Please don't go away and leave me with a mind that so often turns dark.

[thenotebookscribbler]

try.

I remember when i first saw you:

hair tied back messy, old pajamas, your liner smudged,

black all the way around your eyes.

you were sitting on the staircase, crying your eyes out because your father said no for something you were dying to get.

didn't realise you were already dead, just begging to be revived, to be watered.

your roots had dried up, and nothing could've got you out.

you just wanted someone to try.

and your father said he was tired.

you just wanted someone to try.

[seriouslysarahsstuff]

Everyone talks about that true love which stays with them till the end or their life ends on them.

But why does no one talks about the love that no one notice

The love that they are not sure about or it's not strong enough to come to the surface. It's the kind of love when she is afraid to realize and he is afraid to try.

It's the love which stays for a while until they move on in their own ways and find someone new.

It's also the kind of love which never come to its end and every time they will meet they will feel it. But will name it care, support or something else just to satisfy theirs feelings. But it's the kind of love that will never fade away. It's the love which was supposed to be in novels but ended up in journal which is hidden somewhere in the closet for decades. It was supposed to be the main character but ended up being the second lead .

Its the love we all have but never admits....

[writersandwaffles]

With love.

Oh! To be looked at with love❤️

[captain-kai-xin-universe]

Gonna write a story with an immortal from hindu mythology and a trans mc cuz why tf not.

Just a thought

I have a lot of stories in my mind like a whole damn multiverse of shit.

and I have a few taking place in India with hindu mythology. honestly I thought of writing it then I saw brahmastra trailer a few months back, and I literally kid u not, i felt LIKE SPEEDRUNNING MY PLOTS NOW- cuz I wanted to be one of the first to write smth revolutionary like this and have a show produced on it lmfao(no budget broke ass bitch wishing this)

so now I wont be one of the first but still I can speed run this.

people are saying the plot(for the bramhastra) is gonna be good, lemme tell u I saw the trailer, the concept is good, but its the same cookie cutter, male protagonist that gets a power, is part of the good guys vs the bad guys who want to take the weapon of choice(and 100 bet that their reason is illogical or can be debated on) and u obviously have the female love interest whose only job is to love him and give him encouragement and be the damsel in distress.

So yeah 😬😬

Anyway like I want to write the story I have in mind, but im 100% if I make it public I might get doxxed and beaten up cuz here’s what it includes

Trans ftm male mc

son of a “drug dealer” trained in Martial arts (a special kind, which also got its background story-- closest comparison is to the kamartaj in dr strange and istg when I made this I did not realise the similarity of it to dr strange lmfao, I just wanted to create a magic system in India like hogworts )

an aromantic Police officer, prolly IS- not sure yet, she is pretty good detective too, and good at conning the criminals to form relations with them(business or partners) and then report them. initially trying to track the mc’s job and his dad’s business but then joins hands with him

ASWHATTHAMAAAA, yeah bitch comes back, basically hired by Indra for a reason(aint gonna reveal it now)

a lot of bromance

they need basically clean up the mess the mc’s dad caused due to a particular “drug”. now im saying its drug in quotation because its not really a drug- but I wont reveal much now.

political shit, supernatural shit, fantasy shit, with gods and immortals making appearances here and there like parshuram.

(im very tempted to make the bromance couple canon but if I do id be put in a canon and shot. help, u decide)

[litwitt]

Hate You

Now that fate has fated

And betrayal has revealed itself with breath bated.

I yearn to develop that hatred

For breach of a trust, so sacred.

My heart melts like the snow

After the things I've come to know.

The things that you did,

Bloody secrets that you hid.

You ask, "What you mean?"

Infidelity is a sin, I ween.

It's not the act that hurt

But the aftermath and dearth.

Is it something that I lack?

Or something that was slack?

Didn't I tie the knots too tight?

Was it too much to fend for my feelings after every fight?

If you were not the one to stay,

If it was so easy for a staunch lover to go astray,

Then why did you promise a faux prophecy

And dare to display that pomp hypocrisy?

Your words, that were once whispers of a nymph so sweet

Now, sound like blasphemy straight out of serpent, a cheat.

I watch you beg

I watch you plead

And yet again, I take that lead.

I know what's next to come

Same old promises

And words of affirmation, some.

Same old tears that you'll shed

Until we'll take this to bed.

After all, it's not the first blotch that our book beholds,

Unfortunately, your loyalty is the first thing that unfolds.

It's a ritual that I understand too well

But here, my thoughts profoundly dwell

Now that fate has fated

And betrayal has revealed itself with breath bated;

Why can't I hate you like the villain that you always were?

Loving you still is the only way it doesn't hurt.