Tag Archives: survival

Poetry By Kritika & Amber {3} ~ Coalesce

The deprivation fractured us detached,
yet the love, the glue, binds us in conjunction; as a flower in the desert, we blossomed in the savagely conditions and clasped onto every morsel of rain just to remain alive and survive.

The trail of tears forming a caterpillar,
crawling on the pale skin, absorbed by the arms of the comforter: the pillow; witnessed by the night, waiting for the sunlight to dry and provide courage.

Hardship perceived, immune to time, a caged bird now appreciates the revealed beauty of freedom and sensory illusions; conflict and chaos molded the art of today. Yet the devil sometimes finds work for the unoccupied mind.

But deliquesce; over time its agonizing
vibrancy develops hues of a peaceful sea, of which the tides only rise when it is the need.

Shards of a vanquished universe coalesce
dusts of fugitive destruction and chaos; verbal hemorrhages oozing from the pen amidst metamorphic dreams built from the foundations of a resilient soul.

Contriving in eclectic shapes and forms;
aesthetically the shards undress to unruffle the imbalanced state.

Naked and stripped, chaos and order coalesce,
intermingling stitched equilibrium residue to be in touch with joy and pain as though they were dual
twins of the same; for every torment encountered, a counteracting faith at the helm.

Welcome its rage with pride and honor; extend
your hand to transcend your warmth and transmute it into love; add vibrancy to the quality of life while accepting its devilish nature.

~By Kritika {ValorousBird} & Amber {DiosRaw}

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Poetry By Ahiri & Amber {1} ~ The Fragrance Of Hope

Hope purches in the soul; your persistent presence sometimes faint and yet other times articulate.
Giving setbacks it recoils your strength and retaliates with double force; making you believe hope exists and doesn’t let you regret.
The fragrant tune cannot die down, for the smell lingers on past victories and future projections.
Moving like a swaying flower on a windy day, thinking the future will always be happier if we hold on today’s turbulences with affection.
Not desiring to relinquish hope, tie it to a rope and tow it to safe shores through the gaping cracks in the pavement of your existence.
Let the yacht of hope sail on the safe shores, high tides of outer expectations will keep hitting, ending up with bowed down heads; that’ll be the award of your persistence.
A river rushing, pulled by the current for too long, the Soul is the stillness emanating ripples of wafting belief in tomorrow.
The stone pelting of judgement and hopelessness might distort the ripple in a blow, but the soul along with hope spread their arms to protect it from any such scenario.
Whispering through the disbelief and stampede of monotonous blows, the voice echos through the birth canal of potential..
-“Hold on to it! Hold on to your strength! Look straight.. the tides are getting scattered after hitting you, and you are standing laughing at their fate”
Hope is the remotest to ever depart, where situated the beacon of hope, there is survival.

~By Ahiri {AhiriCreates} & Amber {DiosRaw}

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Poetry By Diana & Amber {1} ~ Horizons On Wings

Every breath is a chance to live
to rise and fall.
Every sleep, a constant death
to be reborn.
Clouds form, to quietly melt into nowhere but
once had transient, lucid shapes and form.
Our dreams were meant to be love songs… to last forever,
flying on immortal wings… to
crystalize into ever becoming.
So we cuddle that sweet little thing,
called hope,
and kiss those gaping oozing things,
called wounds;
So we hold hands with sunshine and allow love to push away the darkness.
So we brush off every pain with the winds and allow the answer to reveal itself.
We are but souls that shelter in the dusk,
casting shadows where our tears once fell.
But look, the sky is changing colors.
But look, the horizons are opening up.
I don’t think, there is anything more beautiful, do you?

~By Diana {TheGlitteringSoul} & Amber {DiosRaw}

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{Image Credit ~ endmion1 Via Instagram}

The Human Family Community Open Threads {38} ~ What Is More Painful, Survival Or Death?

Welcome to “The Human Family Community Open Threads,” a project open for anyone who would like to express their feelings, make friends or talk about anything; if you feel suicidal, depressed, anxious or lonely during these times this project is here for you. Feel free to leave a comment below and connect, let’s start a conversation. No judgement, we don’t know until we walk in someone else’s shoes..

~DiosRaw 25/04/21