999 - October 23, 2017, challenge to use the five words "desire, decay, dances, death, destiny" in a poem, adding other "d" words as desired for alliteration. Tag @heartwrds #heartsalliteration - Challenge open for one week. @herheartpoetry #heartwrds#herheartpoetry - Tagging a few just to make sure you know about this challenge. Go to their account for full details.
I think it's important
To have people in our life
Who make us feel like maybe
It's not only butterflies that roam
Inside our chest with the flowers in our lungs
Maybe after all those isolated hours of self-doubt
There is something inside of us that
Only we can bring to this world
Something different that
Make us realize
A rough night, mentally. Trying to count my blessings in other ways and stay positive. Such a cliche but an oh-so-important mantra for me. "Good things come to those who wait," is something my mother use to say. I suppose it takes time to ring true- thus, patience I will practice until then. Grateful for words and grateful for those who love.
Lost in the galaxies of my mind
Praying to God to help me find
My purpose and guide me to the light
Make my aura shine bright
Protect me from the anxiety
Given to me by this society
Use my story
To manifest glory.
I found this piece in my notes as I was scrolling through them, I kinda like it although now I don't remember fully what I intended to mean by it. But oh well, it sometimes is all up to interpretation rather than artist intent. How do you guys interpret it?
scars are medals
for many fights you have fought,
scars are your crown,
they are yours to carry them in pride,
and much more fancy words
tempting poetries and writings
but none of these are really meant,
meant from the bottom of their heart or their soul from its curators actually which I really found overtly insensitive.
I mean, what do you know about scars?
what do you know about their appearances?
what do you know about the unending captivities in them? what do you know about the hostilities with ourselves? what do you know about the kind of fights we have to fight daily and alone?
what do you know about the suffocation, dead feelings and sufferings behind them unless you show us to carry them in pride or wear them as medals because we are just unwillingly surviving and living with them every single time and regrettingly, you know nothing..
So, I took this post fulminatingly to urge these beautiful writers and poets all around the world, not to just play with the fancy words to gain anything from nothing, from these innocent surviving beings instead providing us the words we need the most or bless us from your great talent for the poetries we need the most to get us going in our solitudes. Enough of these fake words, feelings and Please stop writing unless you have any idea about it or researched over it.
Please don’t make it more complicate with your fancy words good for nothing -/harshhra.
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