Hi everyone,
came to know about YQ shutting off from Jan 1st and have been trying to process the fact that the place where my writing journey started, the place that helped me improve so so much in the beginning and shaped the writer in me into who I am today, the place that gave me some friends I have had since 2016 dec 3, when I joined here. This place not only has so many memories of all the writing challenges I used to take part in but also everyone I came across on the way.
It was such a special place to find such good like minded people and just the existence of this place comforted me in times I needed most. it saddens me to hear It will all go away soon. but it will always have a special place in my heart.-
Some days I do not want to be happy,
I want to be suffocated by the closed windows
and walls of my room getting closer
until I cannot tell the difference
in all the four sides of my room
and my own skin.
Some days I do not want to be heard,
but only in ways certain wild things are heard
and the whole town knows better
than to come in its way.
Some days I do not want to be loved
and when I am
even the hands trying to hold me
look like knives
big, sharp knives.-
one thing about good writing;
if it heals you,
you love it
if it breaks you,
you love it-
journey:
from
a poet
to
a poem;
price?
just your heart,
and a raging fire
to burn it in.
-
me to my teacher after completing the homework staying awake all night: I really did the homework and didn't even sleep but I forgot it at home in hurry.
my teacher:-
The only cure to loneliness is
once you find comfort in your own company.
No matter how much you think you know
the missing pieces you need, to be whole.
Nothing would ever fill the void that's inside
until you realise all the missing pieces you need
have been in you all along.
You may not realise it now.
There's some things we realise on our own,
and not when we hear them.
And that's okay.— % &-