Mirakee
little by little
dopamine reminds
of itself
on days wasted like this.
cigarette tucked between
the lips, and a flood of
touch-me-not
messages left from you
telling the same tragedies
that i told you i understood
yesterday.
but you drain your days
in holy water,
and
flush my piety
with it.
you're a dangerous
dangerous woman
i, of all people,
should have known.
or maybe i did, and
perhaps that is
my tragedy.
i love the unheld more than
the rest, and in the process
lose hold of
myself.
©champagnesupernova
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how sad is it
to look at a graveyard
whose people
existed?
how sad is it
to look at a face
where love existed?
©champagnesupernova -
testing times.
the night holds me
much more dearly
than the day.
but it's okay because
i've been loved
by darker things.
the powers that some
possess over us
should strictly be
written down and
stringently be taught
to them.
for it is them that fail
in their pursuits,
but it is us who suffer
the loss.
©champagnesupernova -
words, mere words
our grief is buried deep
inside us, under mountains
of regret, anodic
and cathodic. our happiness,
in a sense, is buried under some
mountain too.
these words
provide me
palliative promises;
like
antidepressant
for the depressed,
painkiller
for the pained;
it is no salvation.
but for a brief point
of my existence, it
is all
and it is
enough.
©champagnesupernova -
in a hug there is always one
embracing the other
clasping and remembering
and flooding everything
that time brought on.
and then there's the other
wondering how it must feel
to hold so dearly
to someone.
©champagnesupernova -
idling our days
in hopes of change
only changes calendars
and nothing else.
our problem is,
roughly, this.
we're always a little too sweet
with our hellos
and a little too unsavory
with our goodbyes.
©champagnesupernova -
my words, coarse,
is unmistakenly the
first thing you may notice about me.
but it takes
a lot to become this way.
i have been meaning to
speak a language that i
lose track of, a song that
i lose tune of,
in a life that I lose
count of.
i never
wore my heart on my sleeve
or my head in my pants.
and that makes me a man
hard to lose, almost impossible.
but i have been lost,
more often than i have been
found.
and i knew it. i have always
known it. and because i knew it
i feared reaching that point.
and because i have reached
that point i want to come back.
and if i come back, would i not be doing that
in anticipation
of reaching that point
again?
©champagnesupernova -
people don't turn empaths
living among constellations,
day, in and out.
these are the ones
who jumped in ecstacy
and landed in sorrow.
these are the ones who
bartered blisters for a
bloodstream.
but the cause
was never them.
you won't hear
them as much as you'll
speak to them.
be fortunate for the price
that they silently bear
only for you, so that your
heart can weep a little.
these are the ones that have seen
a little too much for comfort,
and a little too less for
termination.
©champagnesupernova -
limitless listing
of lost love to
new lovers in
hopes of leverage
can lead to nothing but
loneliness.
rock the boat once
in a while, and don't wait
for who falls
off.
rather hold on to the
one who
swims back.
if there is any sign
of love in this
lawless world,
it's this.
©champagnesupernova -
i hear a light drizzle
splash against the
window panes. the world
stands tallest at lights out.
but behind that same window
i lie tucked in my bed,
the timidest.
if i had never seen
rain, if i had no idea
of nature's fury,
i'd have
mistaken it for
somebody's sobs.
perhaps i could hide mine
behind it.
©champagnesupernova
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Carrying bouquets around
to gift flowers to street dwellers
I wish to spread smile
on less fortunate ones
Finding hope
in littlest of emotions
I try serving
the finest of deal
Smiling around
faking none
I try to build
happiness
Nurturing down
the lanes with futile lands
hoping for a better day
faith is all I have
Trusting insanely
madly with passion
we hold love
for you and me
©zenith_ -
penny_love
5h
That naked yearn
boils over
ending in
sipping lips of deliver
©penny_love -
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1d
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 -
The Spill
Heavy like a stone
From an eye, blind
Trodding down
A cleavage cut deep
A drop so tangible
Curves and coins
Corpse and currencies
Spilling people's silence
Into a vacuum oozing
A drop so violent
Graffiti and gratification
On one body
On trillion red zones
Colourful like
A drop of death
Triggers unleash
On metal stomachs
With bitter gunpowder
In arid mouths
A drop welters wounds
Lips parted, dissipating
An universe seething
Falling apart slow in
Waves stuck ashore
A drop now, gin
_sloth_ -
therightkindofmisfit
2d
Read MoreKey
Rumble - make a continuous deep sound
@mirakee @writersnetwork #podLet there be night!
loud rumble of the silent night
24 of them, yet only this hour feels right
soft, slow, and kind
non-judgemental, free
vis-a-vis the mornings
everything loud, under decree
let there be night
more than the light
where success a different meaning,
no hustle, only dreaming.
©therightkindofmisfit -
korimargaret
2d
Read MoreAsking 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 #lifethis was no I or We, only
catastrophe stumbled along
our crumbling path under
a guise of happiness, drunkenly
wandering aimlessly, and we
marched along side by side,
foolishly clutching, dancing
to a dangerous fugue;
puncture our open wounds
with fluids to fuel and clout
our narrow, cloudy minds,
convince ourselves we'll walk
away from this life unscathed.
-- km -
i_faha
2d
Read MoreI built these walls with my two hands
I laid every single part
And behind these walls a coward stands
With an ego and a broken heart
- Walls, Passenger
#writersnetwork #mirakeeWalls
I built my walls so high
It's now dark and cold inside
No traces left of fresh air
These walls have learnt back to stare
Have I kept them out
Or kept myself in
Questions a niggling doubt
Who's loss? Who's win?
But I'm no modern day Rapunzel
No suave prince & no ropes of hair
No point to stay bamboozled
In the aftermath of a tricky affair
I miss the touch of the sun
And a quenched petrichor so fragrant
At times we all need someone
And hence, I built a hidden basement
To visit the world left behind
Overpassing insecurities that thrall
And if I ever need to flee or hide
I always have these hostile walls
©i_faha -
branthan
2d
Read MoreWhat 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.
-
branthan
4d
Read More
you say you have
freedom,
a certain kind of
order in life.
yet here you are
with a troubling mind,
thinking,
what if chaos is more
peaceful than our order.
@mirakee @writersnetwork #wilderness.
-
absynth
1w
Read More"Change doesn't need invites
To the ceremony of life,
It doesn't know any rituals
Other 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.
