A sensitive soul
a heart of wild
you grew up thinking
you're a cursed could
embrace your feeling
it's not a curse
because you've been kissed
by the universe.
#cursed
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1AM Thoughts
We were nothing more than two lost souls hovering about this doomed land
Two desperate hopeless romantics searching for a hand to hold, a heart to cherish, a broken soul to nurish
You found me drowning in the dark abyss of shattered dreams and dangerous depression and pulled me out of the deep waters with nothing more than three words and a prayer
We had no clue that our love would be cursed from the start forbidden to ever blossom in such dark uncharted territory
Now we are nothing more than two ensnarled souls crawling about this frozen land
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Scared
Yes I'm scared of those raucous
Thunder like roars in my rooms
When I sob underneath and tear
Like Peace has forsaken us forever
Friends talk about gifts and wears
While I hide the shadow of my fear
Received more of cusses and pain
For my life's in shallow depths in vain
Plates fly, tears droppes who cares
Multitudes hear our cries but pretends
Ususal is such sounds and wailings
Whispered through those closed ceilings
©my_quil -
miss_basu 19w
Midnight
The night is submerged in the dark pit of past, seasonably and unseasonably imprecation rains in the corner of our heart.
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Cursed
Life, so full of wonders and yet so dull
You can possess everything
and still you won't be done
An abyss, that's all what is
and all I will say is that you are cursed.
The vial is empty, the potion is lost
You have to figure out yourselves
Do you want this chase? or escape with dusk
But you don't know what will happen
Is there any another realm?
Free from all this earthly desires
and emotions that will kill us all
Or would you pick your comfort zone
because you are too lazy
to even give a fuck.
©thepoeticsailor -
vasubandhu 21w
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vasubandhu 22w
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wiredweirdly 24w
Redemption
we are living in a
cursed world
where people
won't bat an aye
to backstab their friend
we are just a door away
from entering that
dystopian world
devoid of compassionate feelings
essence creation nature
and i pray
before that time
the Mother Earth overpower us
destroy the mankind if they must
for we are losing all the chances
to make it up to them
only the nature
can lead us to the
redemption we need.
©wiredweirdly -
Clingy
Whose Pie is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
She was cross like a dark potato.
I watch her pace. I cry hello.
The Pie is Little, Clingy and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares she never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a girl should keep.
She rises from her cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in her head,
A flash of rage and she sees red.
Without a pause I turned and fled
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knowingmyself 26w
Can you please hold me?
A part of me is missing, I can't seem to move on.
Do you hear my cry? I cry.
I'm hurting and helpless.
You don't care to notice. How?
Can you please hold me?
I love, I hurt, I break down
You disappear, come back with a frown.
I stay, I'm quiet, and you're out of my sight
Come see that I was wondering right
You hold me, touch me, kiss me now
I can't seem to remember how
It started and I drowned in like a boat
Help me, I want to talk, but I shout.
And it was certainly meant to be over
Cuz I was thinking I can't any longer
And you showed up like a friend that I need
I'm bounded again when I should have been freed.
©knowingmyself -
cerulean 27w
MOONCHILD
She crackled her tiny frame,
Basking under soothing moonlight
The softness of meadow curled her toes
Is a newborn baby, searching for a partner in this strange world
A glint of pink smeared,looking the rest
She marched ahead in the hope of a mate
Dissolving her bubble,
They dissed her with a disdain eye
"What are you?? Who are you??
A cursed cupid, a doomed beast
Wicked witch,deadly devil or what!!
You don't belong here, you are ugly, you are cursed, Go away vixen "
She ran n ran untill her legs worn off
Confronting the moon,
for wrapping nothing, but pain n sorrow as her destiny
Alas!!Destiny can't alter
She is already the daughter of dawn, a stupid, unwanted MOONCHILD!!
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Frown upon us
Our union won't be celebrated
Our kisses won't be adored
For we are the cursed ones
We dwell in the fallen pits
Men frown upon us women
Look down on us for we are
The sons of mystical colors
And the daughters of venus
We yell we cry but who hears
Just smashed and then teared
We live in the corners of men
Acting like that obident maiden
©my_quil -
away_with_words 33w
****CHECK MY TIMELINE FOR CHAPTERS 2- 5 TO SEE HOW IT ENDS****
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."THE TWISTED TEXT"
A narrative poem inspired by the works of EDGAR ALLEN POE
A man buys a book. Turns out this book was far from 'simple.'
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The TWISTED TEXT
CHAPTER 1: “A Simple Book”
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On these pages: a story writ.
Not lines of love, near opposite.
With wicked words, bursting seams.
and pictures ripped from horror scenes.
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This transcript: tallied tragedy
seemed clear, at first, of trickery
such that I said, with full belief:
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“I simply bought a book,
simply bought a simple book
bought a simple book this early morn.”
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Nary a choice did I resent
more than my steps up staircase bent.
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Had I known what fate was in store,
I would’ve stopped short of the door
and listened to my heart’s retort
turn my back to oaken boards;
neglect to knock, proceed no more.
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Alas, the wiser choice did seem
like foreign words I could not read
a weaker foe to curiosity.
Thus on the door, my knocks numbered three.
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On portal’s edge, the wait did seem
a lifetime spent, eternity.
Heard racing heart, mistakening
its pounding pulse for echoed feet.
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A lock’s release, my wait was for;
an unlatched, oaken, ornate door.
As portal opened to the store,
of echoed feet, I thought no more.
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....TO BE CONTINUED...
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Cursed
Am I Midas ?
Cursed with his fate,
hurting others for my sake.
Am I Satan ?
twisted beyond my control,
In fight with pious angels.
Am I Achilles ?
played by own destiny,
bestowed with weakness everyone knows.
Am I Icarus ?
Blinded by my arrogance,
Burning my wings of hope.
Am I Daedalus ?
Created his own prison,
Where escape poses no option.
©rasbharee -
Writers cruse.
If you are creative writer, don't be so happy for the skills you hold. It's not happiness that leads to writing but the experience of pain, unexpressed becomes the words from your pens. to write you need to feel every ounch of it.your soul is very old. And you have been crused.
©raazu_khadka -
Fire burning in the eyes
But the heart is raining...
Regrets being alive
But the soul is craving...
That's
OUR CURSED LOVE
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Now
Look at me , Now
I am a better version of myself.
For those who have known me since a decade ,
I decided to drop off the facade .
Look at me , Now
I am a vagabond free from all the vows.
For the people who care ,
I behave a bit unaware.
Look at me , Now
I am the reason of my melancholy
Yet, I don't agree.
©ady_sha -
croissant 40w
I was of
Midnight
You were of
Sunlight
We may only be
Loving In twilight
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Nerves ~
To those who cursed me to be dead:
"You had intentionally got on my nerves!
It also caused me emotional pain.
Don't you know? That I am already dead...
internally"; Bulging veins and pinched nerves;
Causes such an intense physical pain.
© Nuruliffa Emirah
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mmbftd 41w
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Damn You
First you took my sun
It used to be warm
Inviting
Energizing
And calming simultaneously
I remember that color
Golden yellow to citrus orange
So easy to stare at, that our parents had to remind us not to!
Coconut oil on my tanned childhood skin
Floating in turquoise chlorine water
The scent of oil mixed with the scent of the thin plastic innertube my skinny childhood body floated in.
I watched all the wavy sun lit lines travel across the bottom of the pool.
They hypnotized me, until my body floated in time with the tiny water movements of the pool. Undulations.
I stuck my bottom in the hole of the innertube and faced the sky.
A rich deep blue like my best friend's eyes.
Brilliant white puffy clouds
Slowly drifted through the sky.
But you took that too.
Damn you for taking my blue blue sky.
And smells
like fresh flowers, green grass and fresh living dirt.
And now
You took my family
And friends
You took my human touch
My hugs
My soft embrace
My healing hand holding
Damn you
You took anything worth
Living for
But damn you
I won't let you take me!
©mmbftd