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A bouquet,
of the prettiest flowers.
I wonder why are they here, 
at my house,
And not where they belong.
I could already see them dying.
I could already see the colors fading.
And it is yet, so admirable?
Maybe, this is what happens,
to the prettiest ones,
maybe.
They meet their demise.
But oh!
I love them so much.
I put them in a vase 
filled with water.
For it would be a little longer,
Before they wilt,
Before they die.
and I smile at it's beauty,
I see a silver lining.
- that is

A bouquet, of the prettiest flowers. I wonder why are they here, at my house, And not where they belong. I could already see them dying. I could already see the colors fading. And it is yet, so admirable? Maybe, this is what happens, to the prettiest ones, maybe. They meet their demise. But oh! I love them so much. I put them in a vase filled with water. For it would be a little longer, Before they wilt, Before they die. and I smile at it's beauty, I see a silver lining. - that is "the purpose". Things break, things corrode, things decay. Things die. But it doesn't matter, As long as they have, served their purpose. . #desiretowritee . . . . #pretty #death #life #purpose #art #poetry #instasayings #wordsporn #instaquotes #poemsporn #instagramwords #scribbles #writeitdown #creativewriting #writingcommunity #spilledink #writersofinstagram #igwriters #igwords #writer #flower #silverlining ...

Just came across this and thought it was perfect. Who’s with me/us? 🙋🏻‍♀️.

Just came across this and thought it was perfect. Who’s with me/us? 🙋🏻‍♀️ ...

Ineffable-the only word that describes it. 
The sun was set 
and the night was falling. 
Dark. 
Darker. 
And yet darker. 
I was laid there. 
Screeching, snatching, 
Covering, I laid there. 
My eyes rolling to the ceiling. 
And they ripped it. 
Off was my garb, 
in shapeless bits.
Those 31 minutes of my life, 
Was Ineffable. 
They were four in number, 
and then there was me-
Poor, helpless, naked, 
Whose shrieks were echoing 
Within those four walls.
Tears burnt my eyes
and my low lips trembled. 
They continued.
I begged, 
I pleaded, 
Stop. I said. 
Stop. I repeated. 
But they didn't. 
I was recklessly abandoned
Inside that deserted, 
Disintegrated room. 
The room in which, 
I was RAPED by those beasts. 
I felt I was despicable. 
But despicable were they! 
Now I know. 
Those animals 
who haunt me even today. 
My screams 
haunt me even today. 
Those 31 minutes, 
haunt me even today. 
Every night, 
Every single night, 
I sleep with a pillow, 
which gets wet in the morning. 
Who will bear it all for me? 
You? 
Can you make my life, 
as it was? 
You beast! Answer me! 
You can't. No you can't. 
Because you, 
YOU are there, 
Shattering another life, 
Within those 31 minutes.
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Ineffable-the only word that describes it. The sun was set and the night was falling. Dark. Darker. And yet darker. I was laid there. Screeching, snatching, Covering, I laid there. My eyes rolling to the ceiling. And they ripped it. Off was my garb, in shapeless bits. Those 31 minutes of my life, Was Ineffable. They were four in number, and then there was me- Poor, helpless, naked, Whose shrieks were echoing Within those four walls. Tears burnt my eyes and my low lips trembled. They continued. I begged, I pleaded, Stop. I said. Stop. I repeated. But they didn't. I was recklessly abandoned Inside that deserted, Disintegrated room. The room in which, I was RAPED by those beasts. I felt I was despicable. But despicable were they! Now I know. Those animals who haunt me even today. My screams haunt me even today. Those 31 minutes, haunt me even today. Every night, Every single night, I sleep with a pillow, which gets wet in the morning. Who will bear it all for me? You? Can you make my life, as it was? You beast! Answer me! You can't. No you can't. Because you, YOU are there, Shattering another life, Within those 31 minutes. Read my thoughts on @YourQuoteApp #yourquote #quote #stories #qotd #quoteoftheday #wordporn #quotestagram #wordswag #wordsofwisdom #inspirationalquotes #writeaway #thoughts #poetry #instawriters #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writersofindia #igwriters #igwritersclub ...

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//Poetry in a picture: Unafraid. //
.
.
It's windy outside,
The clock says its 4 am,
My heart says its not time yet,
We have talked for the past 6 hours,
About people, about our feelings for them,
About us, about our feelings for each other,
From not-so silly conspiracy theories,
to silly, emotional and hideous insecurities,
From our mistake-studded past,
To a future we see with each other,
We have talked it all,
I think this is what a night does to us,
We feel like we have everything, when we are with each other,
And the world is not in picture,
We can detach
Ourselves from the roles and responsibilities that we play in the day-world,
And we can be honest to ourselves and to each other,
For somewhere
We know
The way we love each other,
No one can love us
After the sun rises,
So we sit here
Drowning in each other
Unafraid.
.
.
//noises inside my head //
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. //Poetry in a picture: Unafraid. // . . It's windy outside, The clock says its 4 am, My heart says its not time yet, We have talked for the past 6 hours, About people, about our feelings for them, About us, about our feelings for each other, From not-so silly conspiracy theories, to silly, emotional and hideous insecurities, From our mistake-studded past, To a future we see with each other, We have talked it all, I think this is what a night does to us, We feel like we have everything, when we are with each other, And the world is not in picture, We can detach Ourselves from the roles and responsibilities that we play in the day-world, And we can be honest to ourselves and to each other, For somewhere We know The way we love each other, No one can love us After the sun rises, So we sit here Drowning in each other Unafraid. . . //noises inside my head // . #writer #writeup #writersofinstagram #wordgasm #wordporn #writerscircle   #writersscribble #poetry #poetofinstagram #spilledink #wordsmith #wordsofwisdom #writerscommunity #instagood #igwriters #instaquotes #randomwriter #writersblock #writerconnection #penbound #feelthroughwords ...

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Every love story is one of shifting power dynamics, and here's a theory: watch a couple's fingers closely, and they will tell you everything about those dynamics. Gloria Grahame's were tensed into claws, and Bogart was bored, but now that she's holding a cigarette with such relaxed confidence, his pinky is unsure of itself. So, according to this theory, which may be revolutionary: I fear for Bogie's heart.⠀
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Every love story is one of shifting power dynamics, and here's a theory: watch a couple's fingers closely, and they will tell you everything about those dynamics. Gloria Grahame's were tensed into claws, and Bogart was bored, but now that she's holding a cigarette with such relaxed confidence, his pinky is unsure of itself. So, according to this theory, which may be revolutionary: I fear for Bogie's heart.⠀ ⠀ #inalonelyplace #oneframeaday #writing #laurelgray #filmcriticism #writers #igwriters #1950s #bogart #gloriagrahame #cigarettes #bogie #fingers #lovestory ...