we all have value
but none of us is special
living is so hard
Tag: individuality
And Shine
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #231 & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Smattering
let only a smattering
of what others say penetrate
beneath the protective sheathing
built up over the years
of defining how to live
with yourself
don’t let their insecurities, insensitivities, and disrespect
enter your own “community of madness”
for you have enough on your plate
with you and only you
dive in despite the hurt
bring your light to being
One For The Ages
with stylish finesse and elegance
her thoughtful movements paved the way
for precision in the realms she inhabited
her decency preceded every interaction
and the civility offered by her
ensured respect for herself and others
even in and especially in times of hardship
the delicacy with which she carried herself
seemingly effortless natural poise oozed from her being
the generous dignity displayed and shown all
heralded goodwill and good outcomes
she roused generations to aspire to greatness
Mon Amour
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #127
this gift
like you, beautiful
is so precious
this offering
like you, cut
won’t last long
this bounty
like you, overflowing
touches our hearts eternally
*NOTE – Anyone who recognizes the song below, you’re dating yourself. 😉
Here’s one for the younger crowd. lol
Akhila Siva
Aureate waves
Dusky rays
dive into the depths of ocean
to strip off the chores of a day
Littered waves
flown in aureate color
wake up a star-studded sky
Woman
She is like a hurricane
never try to tame her waves
you will be blown away
But reach for her eyes
she will smile like a confetti
and let you dance in the core
To the mind
Dear mind,
I am never ever giving you up
for you are pouring indefinite closeness
I am never ever letting you go dull with time
for you are pressed deep within my heart
I will keep on writing for you
and make you bloom like a euphoric moon
as poetry is nothing but a POisEd TheRapY!
Fallen flowers
Petite petals of Bougainvillea,
wild, pink, and purple
adorning the silence of a season.
She feels everything, but not heavy
lying unappreciated on the ground
she embroiders a cobblestoned street.
You’re the beautiful wilderness on fire
My love quotes are all about a single person,
a clear crystal which is the Armour of my heart
He came as a flutter into my soul
and kissed my heart like an unending confetti
He holds my hands and pulls me closer to him
letting me crown his kingdom
His adventures brush my lush storms
intoxicating my hard and scrubby skin in his arms
And at the edge of every naked hot hug, he whispers
‘you’re the beautiful wilderness on fire’.
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Akhila Siva is a plant-woman breathing poetries, a self-motivated lifelong learner decoding signs from the universe, and a blogger bleeding out all the intoxicated imperfections of her soul through her words. Her works have been featured in several online publications and anthologies. She is the founder and sole contributor of  Words and Notion and Quality Notion. Akhila was first featured on The Short of It in 2020, published in The Sound of Brilliance in 2021, and showcased on I Write Her a few times too. You can find all the links HERE.
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Reblogs – Kristin Kory & Bruised Rose Blossoms
Who are we on our own?
There was something in the way
she dismantled herself—
the way she pulled fire from the sun
and burned;
the way she lay face down
in the rubble, breathing in
ash and despair;
the way she tasted the destruction
before she carved herself anew
from the black sky.
This is an excerpt from a piece I’ve written for my book.
Freestylin’ To: Echoberyl – A Prey by Bruised Rose Blossoms
how many timesÂ
do I have to scrape the wallsÂ
your face climbsÂ
the mountain of my heartbreakÂ
but all I can doÂ
is rain down upon the landscapeÂ
of our painted past with the fire of regretÂ
you were wearing blackÂ
and I couldn’t take my hands off your hipsÂ
or my eyes off of the sparkle of mischiefÂ
that was dancing from a thousand yousÂ
the broken mirrorÂ
on the floorÂ
the throbbing heartÂ
in my chestÂ
something’s got to giveÂ
because I cannot live like this anymoreÂ
but still we danceÂ
inside the earthquaking hallsÂ
of my dilapidated memoryÂ
and somehowÂ
if I’m honestÂ
I still loveÂ
what we wereÂ
The Prettiest Picture
Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Unison &
Reena’s Exploration Challenge – Everything about her was a lie….
Everything about her was a lie. It’s plain to see plastic surgery had modified every inch of her body to resemble something that didn’t seem human anymore. She was more like a life-size plastic person now.
She claims to like herself. But does she really or only now because of the result? Would the average person who likes themself do all this altering if they did?
The gawkers on the beach walking past the photoshoot yelled in unison, “Hey, Barbie!” Laughing profusely, they continued on their way.
She looked as if she wasn’t sure whether to feel pride or shame.
Delicate
subtle curvature
transparent patterns emerge
hidden ghosts defined
Reblogs – Murray Robertson & Frank Solanki
I’ve thoroughly enjoyed pulling from my collection of read poetry that is recent and from further back to share with you. It’s remarkable to me how they somehow line up to share similar concepts or emotions, or maybe it’s me reading that into them? What do you think?
shaded, underneath
taller plants
sheltered from
such storms
as may arise,
we should
have such
fortune:
friends in
high places,
as we never
imagined.
we can always
consider
how beautiful:
humility
we can also
consider
just what
we should be
I Am Not A Bad Person by Frank Solanki
I am not a bad person
Just covered in pile of dirt
Layers and layers and layers
Layers of pain and hurt
Look at me closely though
Through the dark of skin
A treasure chest of love
You shall find within
Their Calling
Inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Network & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #189
kermit wishes he were more
than just an iconic symbol
on the tv network
a rooster wonders
when he’ll stop being synonymous
with an alarm clock
while the million others
with no direction
fantasize of recognition
I Write Her 