Enough

For a day, just a day

I would kill to be

Not anybody’s dream girl

Not the most popular

Not the kindest soul

Not the greatest friend

Not the best daughter

Just for a day

I would like to be enough.

©️ Abirami

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Personalised Poems For Your Loved Ones – Gift a Poem!

This is something I’ve always had on my mind. Whenever I looked at relationships or the people around me I’ve always been able to connect in a way that I can feel what they feel. And maybe even be able to express their own feelings better than they can.

I feel like this would be the most personalised kind of personalised gift you can get someone.

If it’s Valentine’s day, Mother’s day or the Birthday of someone special. Any kind of Anniversary that you wish to make special with your own unique piece of poetry, I can help you with for a small price (starting from 10$ approximately). Every piece of poetry I have ever written has been from the bottom of my heart. I guarantee complete satisfaction. I will work on it until you are happy with your piece which will be one of a kind.

You can mail me all the details you want in your unique poem at,

abiramigiri1998@gmail.com

You can even specify the length and I will make it work.

I don’t claim to be some great writer. You can go through the rest of my blog to see if you like my stuff and then decide for yourself. 🙂

Is this something you’d be interested in? Leave your thoughts in the comments below. And share it as much as you can so that anyone who’s interested gets to know! I’d really appreciate any support I can get. 🙂

– The Obsessive Writer

King

Told me I needed no knight in shining armour,

Told me I wasn’t a damsel in distress.

He said,

Every day I’ll work on making your dreams come true,

And every night I’ll rule them.

What he didn’t have to say,

And I already knew,

Is that he is mine and I am his.

For better or for worse,

We will always be ours.

©️ Abirami.

Reminder – Guest Blogs

WordPress has a funny way of messing with my life. They’ve removed that feature where you can republish an old post and bring it back to the top of the feed. So most of you may not have seen my post regarding guest blogs as a post only stays on a visible range in the reader for mere hours.

Click here to head on over to the post where you can learn all about how to be featured on my blog. 🙂

– The Obsessive Writer

To be a Writer…

All it takes is a feeling. A kiss that sends you reeling. The smell of the rain or the music that momentarily takes away your pain. Every where you look there lies an untold story. So, keep an eye out for the poetry. It’s not always pretty. Not if you want reality. The truth doesn’t have to rhyme. What has to be said, needs to be said when it’s time. Those demons on your shoulder, they will tell you,

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“You can’t”

“You won’t”

“Don’t”

Flick them off and keep writing anyway.

© Abirami

Valley of Death. (Reblog of the Day)

This is the second time I’m sharing something from this page. And that is because it is incredible! Please visit their awesome blog for more.

If you would like to host your content on my blog please click here to go to the guest bloggers entry post and share a link to your post in the comments. 🙂

– The Obsessive Writer

Ashleigh Wenyika

Tonight as I pray.  

I breath in the smell of incense in the air, burning away my decaying sin. My white gown stained with dirt.
In this musky hollow house, I drown my sorrows in my tears. Whispering words so sacred, only a secret my heart knows.

I dare not to speak too loud, confessing with my tongue, words so sharp, they pierce my mouth. Tonight, I speak to the demons and tell them to leave me alone.

I am on my knees, hands together just like you taught me. I close my eyes…

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death… 

Deep in my heart, there is an unspoken secret; I curse my sin, the sin of living. A yoke I must carry until mercy chooses to release me.

Forgive me.. 
I pray the demons away. The way you said I should. The silence in this…

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What My Dreams are Made Of

Some people can captivate you with words,

Like the sound of their voice simply resonates with your soul.

Like every thought they utter has crossed your mind.

Like they have discovered in you, things no one else could ever find.

Like them,

I do not aspire to change the world,

Nor do I wish to touch every heart.

I could never be that bold.

My wings could never soar that far.

My dreams are made of simpler things.

In a lifetime of writing,

If I could touch a single life, make a difference to one person,

That is all I dream of; that would be enough.

©️ Abirami