#remedies
"π π°πΆ π©πΆπ¨ π©π¦π³ ππͺπ¬π¦ π©π°π―π¦πΊ.
π¦π΅π² πΉπΌππ²π ππΌπ πΉπΆπΈπ² πΉπ²πΊπΌπ».
π π°πΆ ππͺπ―π¨π¦π³ ππͺπ¬π¦ π¨πͺπ―π¨π¦π³.
π¦π΅π²'π π΅πΌπ ππΆππ΅ π²π
π½πΏπ²πππΆπΌπ».
π π°πΆ π¬πͺπ΄π΄ π΅π©π¦ π¬π¦π΅π΅ππ¦.
π¦π΅π² πππΆπΏπ ππ½ ππ΅π² π²πππ²π»π°π².
π π°πΆ π΅πͺπ± π΅π©π¦ π΅π¦π’π±π°π΅.
& ππ΅π² ππΆπ½π ππ΅π² πΎππ²πππΆπΌπ»."
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mica light β’ poetry
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 12:44 AM UTC
remedies is not only for something we can't pass
remedies is for everything that has broken
or just to re-new something
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she learns something from her life, everyday
but she never had a chance to write those down
it's not a scam when she said her favorite things to do are reading & writing or writing & reading
reading a poem or her self-diary
writing a poem or a self-diary
she doesn't know if is a gifts
or just a hobby
because everytime she finished wrote all her poems, she re-read it, and she thought all eyes those read her words can write it too (with their own version(s))
in this, not-so, new day(s)
herself will embarks to write all the tales where she's involved in
as long as she living her life
this era is the lowest point in her life
she doesn't know if it actually is, or it's just she made it all low
she can't even say a word to herself
she can't even write what's in her head
she can't even tell anyone when she really needs a person to talk
all are just mixed up in her little head
she doesn't know if it is something like "manifesting" or what
all she knows that she can't figure it out yet
is it something related to science? like human mind?
is it something related to religions? like human relations with The Creator?
but one from many answers for the solutions (based on her own researches) is self-improvement
she is pretty sure that is something wrong inside herself
something to be fixed
something that needs remedy
but her body & mind are not so sure what is that (or what are those)
her body & mind are still figuring out
it's not finished yet
it is still figuring how it needs to be stopped
it is still progressing
'it' is this story, her story, my story
..
Jan 9, 2023
Jan 9, 2023 at 7:20 AM UTC
Tell me now
Iβm broken
Please explain
The unspoken
In your arms
Iβm hoping
To die in vain
Yours I remain
Doors to your heart
Left open
All those harsh words
Softly spoken
Iβm drowning now
Slowly choking
To die in vain
Yours I remain
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 2:37 AM UTC
Puberty arrives
With it's accompanying drives
Plus the scourge of teenage acne.
Most remedies would fail
Nothing ever worked well
While my face continued to attack me.
Father scoffed "Son I implore
If you scrub your face more
Then your acne will soon disappear."
Scrubbed as hard as I could
But it still did no good
Further proof that my case was severe.
Unsightly, painful and embarrassing...
By adulthood it stopped its harassing.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 8:20 PM UTC
Iβve been thinking of all the methodical remedies
Blank spaces
Whatβs left of my memories
Drugs in my head and I swear some are a mystery
I canβt feel my face maybe itβs all the ketamine
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 12:36 PM UTC
Am I just chasing the clouds?
Or shall it be like Napoleon's love,
Tried everything I did,
Unsure I am due to my confidence,
Still she refuses to take me in.
I'm changing faces everyday,
Lucky I am for not being Picasso,
As he would have spread tantalizing colours for his love,
Moving on I'm unsure,
Hoping on I'm starting to lose it,
Destined to be doomed and deserted,
I still can't seem to comprehend.
Life's a wheel,
Only mine's stopped rolling,
Once it was at the bottom.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 9:10 AM UTC
Treasure every happy details
Forget all the bad memories
Stand up from all of your fails
Stay focused on the remedies
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
I wish I was in Connecticut
I want to hold something close
and feel
unstable
for once i feel stable in my life
but these bricks shoes are entirely too heavy
I don't mind the feeling
of floating
the breeze may batter and abuse me
but someday my seed will root
maybe Connecticut
is fertile
We laugh and sleep and zone into our screens
someday we will do this again
my perspective can change
I'll look over your shoulder
you can kiss mine
I'll stop reading you memes you can't see
Your height is a number
I want you to surpass my idea of you
Can we get married yet?
I want to show you all the things I create
Let's create something small and full of
life
our eyes
our hearts
our bodies
we can blend
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC