Will you be my Clementine?
little by little
dopamine remindsof itselfon days wasted like this.cigarette tucked betweenthe lips, and a flood oftouch-me-notmessages left from youtelling the same tragediesthat i told you i understoodyesterday.but you drain your daysin holy water,andflush my pietywith it.you're a dangerous dangerous womani, of all people,should have known.or maybe i did, and perhaps that ismy tragedy.i love the unheld more thanthe rest, and in the processlose hold ofmyself.©champagnesupernova
how sad is itto look at a graveyardwhose peopleexisted? how sad is it to look at a facewhere love existed?©champagnesupernova
the night holds memuch more dearlythan the day.but it's okay becausei've been lovedby darker things.the powers that somepossess over usshould strictly bewritten down and stringently be taughtto them. for it is them that failin their pursuits,but it is us who sufferthe loss.©champagnesupernova
words, mere words
our grief is buried deepinside us, under mountainsof regret, anodicand cathodic. our happiness,in a sense, is buried under somemountain too.these wordsprovide mepalliative promises;likeantidepressantfor the depressed,painkillerfor the pained;it is no salvation.but for a brief pointof my existence, itis alland it isenough.©champagnesupernova
hugs don't follow newton's third law
in a hug there is always oneembracing the otherclasping and rememberingand flooding everythingthat time brought on.and then there's the otherwondering how it must feelto hold so dearlyto someone.©champagnesupernova
idling our daysin hopes of changeonly changes calendarsand nothing else.our problem is,roughly, this.we're always a little too sweetwith our hellosand a little too unsavorywith our goodbyes.©champagnesupernova
Is this even a fucking poem
my words, coarse,is unmistakenly thefirst thing you may notice about me.but it takesa lot to become this way.i have been meaning tospeak a language that ilose track of, a song thati lose tune of,in a life that I losecount of.i neverwore my heart on my sleeveor my head in my pants.and that makes me a manhard to lose, almost impossible.but i have been lost,more often than i have beenfound.and i knew it. i have alwaysknown it. and because i knew iti feared reaching that point.and because i have reachedthat point i want to come back.and if i come back, would i not be doing thatin anticipation of reaching that pointagain?©champagnesupernova
people don't turn empathsliving among constellations,day, in and out. these are the ones who jumped in ecstacyand landed in sorrow.these are the ones whobartered blisters for a bloodstream.but the cause was never them.you won't hearthem as much as you'llspeak to them.be fortunate for the pricethat they silently bearonly for you, so that yourheart can weep a little. these are the ones that have seena little too much for comfort,and a little too less fortermination.©champagnesupernova
limitless listingof lost love tonew lovers in hopes of leveragecan lead to nothing butloneliness. rock the boat oncein a while, and don't waitfor who fallsoff.rather hold on to theone whoswims back.if there is any signof love in thislawless world,it's this.©champagnesupernova
i hear a light drizzlesplash against thewindow panes. the worldstands tallest at lights out.but behind that same windowi lie tucked in my bed,the timidest.if i had never seenrain, if i had no ideaof nature's fury,i'd havemistaken it forsomebody's sobs.perhaps i could hide minebehind it.©champagnesupernova
Because I dream of a place, that perhaps, could never exist.
Carrying bouquets aroundto gift flowers to street dwellersI wish to spread smile on less fortunate onesFinding hopein littlest of emotionsI try servingthe finest of dealSmiling aroundfaking noneI try to buildhappinessNurturing downthe lanes with futile landshoping for a better dayfaith is all I haveTrusting insanelymadly with passion we hold lovefor you and me©zenith_
That naked yearn boils over ending insipping lips of deliver©penny_love
How many temples will you visit?How much donation shall you give?When your generosity is out of guilt,Can it cleanse you of your sins?©blank_space
a heavy tear shall give up slowly...
Heavy like a stoneFrom an eye, blindTrodding downA cleavage cut deepA drop so tangibleCurves and coins Corpse and currenciesSpilling people's silenceInto a vacuum oozingA drop so violentGraffiti and gratificationOn one bodyOn trillion red zonesColourful likeA drop of deathTriggers unleashOn metal stomachsWith bitter gunpowderIn arid mouthsA drop welters woundsLips parted, dissipatingAn universe seething Falling apart slow inWaves stuck ashoreA drop now, gin_sloth_
Key Rumble - make a continuous deep sound @mirakee @writersnetwork #pod
Let there be night!
loud rumble of the silent night24 of them, yet only this hour feels right soft, slow, and kind non-judgemental, free vis-a-vis the morningseverything loud, under decree let there be night more than the light where success a different meaning,no hustle, only dreaming.©therightkindofmisfit
Asking for forgiveness is just another way of asking someone to change the way they feel about the past.#writersnetwork @writersnetwork #mirakee @mirakeeworld @mirakee #poetry #poem #forgiveness #love #life
this was no I or We, onlycatastrophe stumbled alongour crumbling path undera guise of happiness, drunkenlywandering aimlessly, and wemarched along side by side,foolishly clutching, dancingto a dangerous fugue;puncture our open woundswith fluids to fuel and cloutour narrow, cloudy minds,convince ourselves we'll walkaway from this life unscathed.-- km
I built these walls with my two handsI laid every single partAnd behind these walls a coward standsWith an ego and a broken heart- Walls, Passenger#writersnetwork #mirakee
I built my walls so highIt's now dark and cold insideNo traces left of fresh airThese walls have learnt back to stareHave I kept them outOr kept myself inQuestions a niggling doubt Who's loss? Who's win?But I'm no modern day RapunzelNo suave prince & no ropes of hairNo point to stay bamboozledIn the aftermath of a tricky affairI miss the touch of the sunAnd a quenched petrichor so fragrantAt times we all need someoneAnd hence, I built a hidden basementTo visit the world left behindOverpassing insecurities that thrallAnd if I ever need to flee or hideI always have these hostile walls©i_faha
What ifs are terrifying, that's why we hold on and play safe. Maybe just maybe, don't you think you should just let it go and fall? Trust the process and gravity....and maybe time? @mirakee @writersnetwork @writers_paradise
you say you havefreedom,a certain kind oforder in life.yet here you arewith a troubling mind,thinking,what if chaos is morepeaceful than our order.@mirakee @writersnetwork #wilderness
"Change doesn't need invitesTo the ceremony of life,It doesn't know any ritualsOther than being habitual..."#windofchange #vicissitudes #unwelcomeguest #broodthroughmoods#writersofmirakee #mirakee #mirakeeRoar #pod #readwriteunite #wordporn #writersnetwork #writerscommunity #mirakeeapp #writers_paradise #writers_together #mirakeepost #mirakeefamily #mirakinity_mibe #writersunited #writersbureau