•An ode to all those who write•
It confused me from the beginning. I did not choose to be born with a fucking storm in my mind. I did not choose to feel helpless. I did not choose to feel.
It was as if I had faded into the background. Not a silent oblivion. The background that was nothing but chaos – an incessant buzz pounding against my eardrums.
People say that I’m going to be the death of me. Perhaps, this is what all writers hear. It’s a strange crime, isn’t it? The one thing that is healing my heart, is wrecking my mind. My heart comes as a wounded soldier, spending years on the front line, fighting a war it never asked for. They say tears cleanse the soul. But what if words are the tears that my soul cries? How every sentence in ink is a blot of my consciousness. I have found myself defeated and torn apart by reckless savages. But these words craft themselves into bandages and swords. Into second third and fourth chances.
I have never felt more alive. Every feeling is an explosion, every kiss an intense affair. For the first time, Rome didn’t fall. I have built empires with my fingertips. I’d always choose a lover reciting my words to his beloved, over experiencing love myself. I’d rather live in painfully eloquent agony, than in whims of realistic expectations.
I may litter the ground with poetry and breathe and rant only words. But I choose this. I choose this to be my apocalypse.
~Ritika
And one hell of an apocalypse we will be
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Oh damn, yes.
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We’re so good at feeling & sometimes it just hurts to feel…
“I did not choose to be born with a fucking storm in my mind.”
Love this
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Yes it does hurt, but then it translates so beautifully into poetry:)Thank you for reading!
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Yes, so beautifully as this one.
You’re welcome
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Beautiful sentiments in here, Ritika. I love this. ♡
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Thank you, Eric:)
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Your heart, not just being shot at, it shooting back. Winning the war, because the feeling of your words comes from a place of beauty …. A place where your mind and heart work as one, to express your soul. Good Job….
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Thank you so much!
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“Rome didn’t fall…” Love this one. Powerful and vivid metaphors. Wow!
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Thank you! 💙
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Very relatable post. Loved this !!
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Thank you, Shreya! xx
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Wow! This is amazing.
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Glad you liked it! Thanks for reading:)
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Amazing post ! Somehow it upped me too ! Beautiful
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Thanks:D
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I loved that Rome didn’t fall too. And the idea that your words are bandages and swords. The whole piece resonates with me. Do more!!!!!
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Thank you so much!
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Thank you for this. Powerful validation to those who have storm in their heads.
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I am so glad you could relate to this in the same spirit that I wrote this in. More power to you:)
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