Mirakee
blame
it starts in my bed
sticking to my head
feeling sad at night to
feeling bad in the morning.
i chew and chew on gum
flavored winter blue
so with a gun i shoot my pillows
to see their blood in the snow.
i would just blow my house to
unglue my mind for it to be quiet
as my cats toys.
maybe my head is the problem and
i should redirect the blame
but why would i send my mind
to flames.
©nleroy8
#blood
1953 posts-
nleroy8
1d
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graphite_su
3d
Read MoreThis was (Kind of?) Inspired by Spinel from Steven Universe. #mirakee #explore #stuffy #explorepage #stuffedtoy #blood
Stuffy
I made him smile
I made his day
After every hit he took
The games we played
Would cheer him up
As life would overlook
I didn't mind the blood stains
That passed to me when we played
But as he played with me
I could see reality has slowly gained
One day I thought the usual,
Play, sleep, play
But when he walked into the room
My visions went away
I've seen him bruised and broken,
And I've always made him feel blessed,
But this time,
No matter what I did
He was always too stressed
Oh, how I want to
Wrap my arms around him
And let the pain go away
But my body is stuffing
My eyes are just clay
All I can do is watch
The little boy that I once healed
Suffer in loud silence
From his life's ordeal
I'm just made of cotton
My eyes are sewed on
But the love I once radiated
Is now gone. -
Bloodthirsty...
Caste Will See Bloodthirsty. Whereas
Blood Will Not See Caste Thirsty .
©kannan860 -
noor67noor
5d
The Bleeding Letters
Thousands of paper balls lying in my room
In the floor, behind the door
Another one attatched to my clipboard,
That i was about to throw
'What are you doing?',
Said my mom, opening the door.
'Nothing', i said
Then what is this on the floor?
'The broken pieces of my heart', I said,
Bleeding on this floor
In which the red colour,
Symbolizes my passion for her
'Huh! You're behaving like a girl!' , snapped my mother
Being ignorant, that even men have a heart, that loves, that bothers.
The bleedjng letters indeed filled my room with blood,
And yet my ignorant mother didn't see it in my eyes, and gave a hug!
She couldn't see,
The broken parts,
Of my heart!
©noor67noor -
whatever_feels
1w
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You were in my heart and love was running through my veins.
©whatever_feels34 6 7
- ak_anjali_daydreamzz Beauty ♥️
- whatever_feels @silver_flakes ❤
- whatever_feels @ak_anjali_daydreamzz thank u
- prince_kmr Superb
- whatever_feels @prince_kmr thanks a lot
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Demons
Through shattered
and broken
window
panels i see
these angels
mourning
in pain and
in agony.
I hear their
cries every
night and the
clouds going
dark. Seeing
all teens in
blood leaking
down all their
arms letting
their demons
coming out
to play. What
they show is
a way to play.
going grey and
dark to fire and
ashes than to
dust, because
we all fall
down.
©mermaid_soul11 -
Kitab
Meri kitaab bhi Teri bewafai Dekh Kar khooni ho gyi
Tum Jo kitabon Mai phool rakh Diya Kartay thay ❤️❤️
Wo kitabain bhi murjha gayin wo phool bhi jal Gaye Teri har yaad Kay qatray B's reh Gaye Teri har Baat Kay qatray reh Gaye
©sanamy_kayani -
अफवाह
बस वफ़ा ही नहीं मिलती अक्सर इश्क़ के फसाने में।
खुद को भूल जाता है आशिक़ फिर उसे भुलाने में।।
वास्ता अब किसी महफिल से नहीं,ना कोई रास्ता याद।
राह एक मयकदे की याद है उसे अपने ठिकानों में।।
गम आँख से अश्क नहीं अब खून बन निकलता है।
देर करता नहीं जालिम खून को पानी बताने में।।
इश्क़ उस जैसा किसी और से किया जाता ही नहीं।
यही एक खामी और, यही खूबी है इस दीवाने में।।
शुरु चेहरे से होती है मोहब्बत आज भी "अल्फ़ाज़"।
दिल से इश्क़ करने की सिर्फ अफवाह है जमाने में।।
©alfaaz__dil__se20 6 4
- zakirgoldenwrites वाह ✍️✍️
- nishabd_sharma Wha khub badiya
- alfaaz__dil__se @empty__heart thnkuuu
- alfaaz__dil__se @zakirgoldenwrites shukriya
- alfaaz__dil__se @nishabd_sharma dhnywad
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james_taumas
1w
Hunger
Awoken at sunset
Persistent hunger
Hunt in the shadows
The city my domain
Hide amongst the prey
Varied vintages and bouquets
Spoilt for choice
Wine from the heart
Feed under street lights
Sustenance for me
Immortality's price.
©james_taumas -
_harsh77
1w
Read MoreKidding family is love @someone_alive @sanamy_kayani @sakshirajput @sakshiarora @mirakeeworld #read #write #unite #family #love #thicker #blood #bruh #sis #familylove
My family ♥️
I choose my girl over my family
Because blood aint thicker than that ass❤️
©_harsh7715 8 2
- mookie_bebe
- _harsh77 @mookie_bebe
- someone_alive You did not do ryt!
- _harsh77 @someone_alive just a post calm down i love my family more than that thick one , if my family agree then she became my family too
- someone_alive @_harsh77 yeah bhaiyyu Ikr.. Jus joking!
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Dark Fantasy
Come a little closer, dear
Let me promise not to bite
I’ll caress you and I’ll tempt you
Make you give into the night
Your heart will soon stop beating
While your blood turns cold as ice
I’ll make you my willing slave, sweet soul
My apprentice and device
Your mind will swirl with wonder
Filled with secrets old as time
We will walk the earth together
And forever cause you’re mine
Let me open your dark fantasy
Make you willing not to fight
We will make this place our kingdom
And we’ll dance in pale moonlight
©tazmanian_angel5 5
- helpshark Wow..love it ...dark and meaningful
- tazmanian_angel @helpshark Thank you, my friend... it’s somewhat inspired by Akasha’s desire for Lestat minus her vernacular .
- helpshark Oooo very dark then..vampires and lust.
- tazmanian_angel @helpshark I imagined it were me enticing my husband 🥰
- helpshark Enticing is always good...and a great word too...love your writing.
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manuhere
2w
,मैं दिल से जवां हूँ जवां रहने दो
पल भर के लिए सही, बारिश को मेहरबां रहने दो.
मनु मिश्रा
©manuhere -
Microcuentos 24 (No te mueras nunca)
No te mueras nunca, por favor, Lucía te lo pido, observa y que nadie te mienta, mientras se corroen los cimientos de la torre que construiste, toda arena fina, toda líquida. No pierdas la razón, que te alcance la culpa, sabes lo que hiciste, sabes que rehuyes de la verdad luminosa, ya que siempre te sentiste mejor en las tinieblas... Pero cuando hasta la sombra se escape de tus pies, no hay tribulación, siempre estarás ligada a él y su bigote. Otro fantasma ronda tu cabeza, matar no fue problema, ni robar, ni mentir, ni pisotear... "El problema no es enamorarse, ni siquiera hacerlo muy rápido, el problema es hacerlo sóla.", se va a ir pensando la vieja, no te mueras.
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Tongue
The tongue like a sharp knife ... Kills without drawing blood. -
Microcuentos 23 (la sangre)
Sangra, todo sangra, tus canciones y versos tristes, lxs cuerpxs divinxs sangran, el estado sangra, junto con el ego, igual cuando el gargantuezco cthulu pisó una especie de lego. Los conceptos, el amor, el amor sangra y el viento cuando se lo corta, y las clavijas en los engranes de los grilletes que le mataron su libertad, que sangra. La confianza sangra, el dolor lo entiende muy bien, la pena, el compendio, el lenguaje, lo más translúcido, las córneas en chile, medusas y las intenciones sangran por igual... Pero sólo lo que sangra, sana.
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nleroy8
2w
parallel
i got hit with a bat and
like cartoons i saw stars
i woke up, paranoid like a
bat in a room so i opened
the door out of the void.
i tripped down the stairs and
felt their eyes and the sound of
a broken bone, but i said goodbye
to the old steps cause i have left
my blood on the cement.
with my mind a lil bent i call myself
clay cause i can mend
out of this shape.
it is a circle, when i am going to be
parallel and keep going
with my life.
©nleroy8 -
Her lips are red, the best color to speak for a Mother.
She has bitten her tongue, the red isn't lipstick, it's blood.
Beautiful in its passion, manic without ration, and wild.
Colors like pink and brown are too mild.
Her armor is her skin, sheerness striking fear, because fabric is just an accessory to her battle.
You heard her delicate voice sing, the scream of a womans war cry.
You call her perverse for her natural elegance.
Your anger is irrelevant, her independence the insult, but she is beyond repression.
Mother, lover, absolute in the boardroom or under bed covers.
A War Goddess, shameless, and shaped beyond your censure.
©eden_with_eve -
Roar!
It will take some time to pick up my broken pieces
But I will rise from the grave,
Every time you beat the shit out of me,
It's time you know I will be better than I was yesterday!
Everytime you put me down , you would ripe me apart, break me down put me on my knees,
But what about my soul?
It would be standing tall no matter what!
I swear to God every inch of me would come for you harder than before!
Every punch every kick you hit me with
will come upon you,
I would be wrath of God!
My numb cheeks and ribs know that I will be,
A thunder pushing clouds aside causing destruction the place it strikes!
Every spill of blood, every broken jaw would hold itself,
Realizing how powerful I have become!
Every bruise you gave me got cold,
Heated my blood boiling through my veins,
I feel it in my bones,
I'm stronger than you even deep down in my chest and soul!
I don't know how this would end,
Adrenaline would be rushing through our brains!
But when it does it would be you or me standing with lost two or three teeths from the thirty-two, being patched up in red and blue,
I am not a person who groans in pain anymore!
Every punch you threw at me every scar I got from you made me a beast!
I will be the last man standing cause ,
I KNOW NOW THAT ITS MY FUCKING TIME!
©ehteshamansari -
I'm choking up, with blood.
I'm tearing up, with blood.
I'm drowning in thoughts, of blood.
I'm soaking in pools, of blood.
I hear only red, I see only red.
My heart beats black, my soul dead.
What have I done?
It's not worth being stubborn.
Trust me.
Trust me.
©theemopoet -
My hands remain stained with blood,
The blood of the very one I've loved.
For I've wished ten times worse, than he deserved,
And now I question myself, was it really worth?
No, it was not, I've failed myself,
And now, in curtains of tears I dwell.
And I await the death of my happiness, every single bit,
For what goes up, must come back down and hit.
I am my own enemy, can't fathom why I never learn,
Is death not rewarded, but earned?
When flowers fall over my grave, I'll have my answers,
I stand forgotten as I deserve, but will I ever be remembered?
If only I could reverse the flow of the river,
I'd make it all right, and a million times better.
If only I could be given a chance, to fight for the one I loved,
I'd never have my hands, stained with his blood.
©theemopoet
