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Immortality Sep 27
I want to be the moonlight
slipping through your curtains,
unnoticed, but still lingering,
softly tracing the lines of your face.
Full moon................
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.
Not noticed from beginning
Parallel parked car
Windshield tinted
Stickered bumper
Wiping tears to collect in a jar
Nails chewed at the ends
Watching through small panes of glass
Fence of fear put between us
Fighting demons that harass
About whether to halt or flee
Butterflies telling lies
Distance will take away secrets
Conscious is cut down to size
Said you couldn't believe luck
Being with a girl like me
Something darkening your pupils
Smelled hint of sour finally
Cheeks flushed crimson with blood and shame
Plans cancelled out of the blue
Sorry said like it was not a big deal
Worked before a time or two
Did you suspect me to be that gullible?
That I would not check your alibi?
You think I'd be easy to forget
With **** of your head said goodbye
Still going through worst every day
Loneliness deeper than the sea
Sensing lost connection dwindling fast
Increasing intake
Caffeine and vitamin c
Maybe were chained to my skeleton
Hanging on because you had no choice
You weren't playing me the whole time
Rendezvous and secrets shared your voice
As I drink insecurities
You in a hurry go out the front door
Follow and find out where you drive
Heart was needing to understand more
It may be too late presently for us
I still hold hope for you and I
If I cross your mind at all please can we just try?
Written 3-3-31
Rachel Dec 2023
Am I really upset over this shopping cart?
This cart that is full of heavy and huge products.
Am I upset over how many people may make me stop and block my path in this store?
Every single one, just trying to get by, with their very own shopping cart.
No.
It must be this feeling of being unheard.
To follow and soon becoming lead.
But where is progression when those who follow, don’t.
Annoyance, overstimulation, anger, boil.
Every stop, turn, push.
Stop.
Turn.
Push.
Is it my fault we’re here?
Perhaps next time I’ll come alone.
Hello, it’s been a while since I’ve posted or have written anything on here. I just wrote this poem in a state of built up emotion. As someone who gets overstimulated in stores where big crowds occur you might understand how it feels like trying to get by, especially if you’re in charge of pushing this heavy shopping cart. Mix that with unresolved and unspoken issues between you and whoever you come with and you get this. Thank you.
Thomas Aug 2022
It starts as a whisper
And it grows
A flip of the hair
Curiosity flows
The majesty in a walk
Interest tows
Chance meetings
Are planned stows
Hoping to share a glance
Desperation sows
Reality takes over
Sadness woes
It returns to a whisper
No one ever knows
JKirin Mar 2021
Call my name,
see the ghost of the past I became.

Of this world, I am lost in the shadow
left to feed off the old war’s debris.
It’s too big for an innocent child
that is forced to grow up, don’t you see?

In the village, I walk unnoticed –
every grownup stares right through me.
On my tasks, I try to stay focused,
while the one thing I want is to scream.

Scream out loud at the people, the street
to be heard for a second, be seen.
In this world, do I even exist?
How, a child, would I even know this?

Call my name,
bring me back to the living, again.
about orphans
Sanjana Tripathi Nov 2020
Some efforts are left unnoticed,
Some words are left unsaid.
Some feelings are left unheard,
Some emotions are left unfelt.

Let them be,
Unnoticed, unsaid, unheard & unfelt.
Because if it is noticed, said, heard & felt,
There will be no reason to live.

Let my untold story be untold,
I don’t want to express it.
I just want to feel the little moments,
And keep it in my heart for eternity.

-Sanjana Tripathi
@wordz_dreamer
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