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As if I'm on a seashore of an island where no race of mine belongs,
away from farms of wilting tulips and prosaic's home.
Only elixir here beholds is solitude who bestow some care and let me bloom.

When on alien land I stumbled, drowned in seas of low self esteems,
It sailed my ship to epiphany ,
as if seeing reflection of phoenix inside of me.

This solitude is shells of untended breeze,
voyage of heart beyond its bleeds,
away from scars, safe at least,
building visage of brand new ship!!
Solitude is like silent uninhibited Iceland which is away from lands where hearts break (wilting tulips)  and where unromantic, dull, lifeless people live who due to their spiritless nature can not appreciate or approve the high and lively spirits of mine.
On this Iceland which basically represents isolation from others is a place where solitude is the only companion who care and love( in solitude we find ourselves and learn self love which eventually brings happiness)
Alien Land is where I wasn't comfortable, wasn't seen or  noticed, not appreciated, wasn't validated . So on alien land I broke down and lost self confidence , this lead me towards solitude.

When a person is in solitude he realises the importance of self satisfaction in whatever he do , that world can't see things the way he see them, (as they say," beauty lies in the eyes of beholder".) it is his confidence he needs .In solitude (here like a person) consoled me, and made me realise my worth and strengths.

This realisation fills a person with life with life and confidence. It rebuild ( and he rises from his ashes like pheonix).
This solitude is like shells of untended breeze - shells are beautiful remnants found on bay So here ,like shells found on abandoned bays we meet this solitude when we are abandoned, ignored etc etc .
And this solitude rebuild us in all the better ways.
holls Feb 2022
Reduced to ruins,
I yearned for a reason to rebuild.
But the paste always turned putty
until I saw you projected on the plasma.

Heartbreak to heartbeats,
bruises to bellybuttons,
Malevolence turned maternal.

Every time I see your indigo islands,
I am reminded of the path taken to you-
And how I'd choose you again and again.

As I lie awake at night,
tending to aching hips and tender *******,
I feel whole.
You are my purpose baby girl.
Aditya Roy Oct 2020
Summer, summer tomorrow, comes with expectation
A day doth bring here its heat
She stares from the heavens with electricity
With a breeze lithe and scarce, it walks over the earth

Stately and respectful in her stride
She hides behind clouds, when out of sight
Her beauty tempers the mind and calms the nerve
A weather so delicate, not a degree or ray less or more

But, when comparing her breath
The heavens turn and stare, wondering what despair
Plagues the incomplete soul and a heart so bare
Like moons hidden from her nascent stare

Scorning the cold moon, the torn heart
Looks for the summer, while crying for heaven's arms
As a body everyone is single, as a soul never.
Esther Feb 2020
we rise from the nests of our joined ashes
again and again - lovers and friends
wondering if change is possible
when change is all that we are -
bodies of re-creation
built to be rebuilt
in dusty increments
Henry Mich Jan 2018
A spring forms a river,
Far from the sea,
The water starts to flow
I smile, because I know,
This river is meant for me.

The spring is the ocean,
A deep crystal blue
surrounding, drowning me
Then falling off, into eternity
I have not forgotten you.

The river is salt
But gives life to a tree,
That tree is my heart
Let the river depart
Then walk with me.

Through life to death
Let’s start anew
Dry your tears
And discard your fears
I will never leave you
Nadia DeLevea Jul 2017
Like a statue I stand,
I cannot be broken.
Sharp as a blade,
I have not misspoken.

I'm already there,
All desire awoken.
Quick as lightning,
Furry bright and smok'n.

One step ahead,
I'm the whole **** ocean.
I'll get in your head babe,
So let that **** soak in.

Sweats like a boss,
That's why I get chosen.
I am the machine,
Don't need your **** token.

Confident words,
Each one that I've spoken,
Fierce as a lioness,
I can't be heartbroken.
Beauty is a Beast™  By Nadia DeLevea
Cole Hood Jun 2016
Brick by brick the walls were disabled,
mortar cracked chipped and broken.
Walls being attacked and made unstable,
all the secrets are now not spoken.

For four years I chipped at those walls,
using clever ideas and worn out tools.
What I didn't plan on seeing coming at all,
was that she was a trap twisted for this fool.

All that is left is rubble and stone,
what's inside I can now find it.
Happiness over finding a new home,
I just couldn't have known what was inside it.

An unbreakable building of solid steel,
reaching to the clouds and down to the depths.
Black from emotion actually being real,
walls to protect it from the rest.

Suddenly I'm flung across the land far from it all,
looking back I can't help but feel some guilt.
The building is again surrounded with walls,
Every stone and piece of mortar rebuilt.
How I was the only person to know the true her, breaking down the barriers and how she told me she needs them again even to me.
What was once numb. Now feels the soft embrace of an angel. That which heals all scares and wounds. Eyes that were blinded by tears and blood, now gaze into a beauty that could only be described as a horizon of supernovas reflecting above an emerald tinted ocean. Ears tormented by the ridicule and screams of those superior, suddenly serenaded by a voice so soft and comforting it was as if peace in its purest form was speaking. Lips, the same that would spout Black blood and nonsense, are now sealed, in the warm lock of another pair. A mind clouded by hatred and insanity, is overflowing, filled with thoughts and feelings just waiting to be portrayed through actions and meticulously planned sentences. All concluding with the same three words,
"I love you".
A pulse, beating inside, a heart. For once, no feeling of anger, or depression. Just happiness, just love. Just her.
Call it love or obsession, either way, it can be taken too far. I'm sorry.
RisingUp Nov 2015
If you look closely

You will see

The cracks and fault lines

That comprise me

From the outside, to the unattuned eye

I look like a normal vase,

For the glue is now dry.

Truth be told

I was smashed

Obliterated

Pieces essential to my core

Strewn haphazardly across the floor.

But thanks to those that saw me,

And a little internal conviction.

My pieces have been collected

My old form resurrected.

Thanks to a little glue

I appear to be almost brand new.

But don't be deceived

For what you perceive

Should not be completely believed.

For the vase is very fragile,

Not to be toyed with.

Not a player's game.

Please don't mishandle me,

And resurface days of misery.

— The End —