Mirakee
Bridal Fool
Tonight I'm the bridal fool
Alone and waiting for you
I confess white ain't my color
But its a color like no other
Why are you being so cruel?
I've waited all night for you
You said that we would meet
Alone in our honeymoon suite
Could you be somewhere, out there?
I hope that you ain't dead
Then my best friend calls me
Saying that you ran out on me
I act like I don't care
When it really fuck's my head
Why do you have to lie
Especially on our wedding night
All this time I was faithful
An' saved myself only for you
I'm hurt and feeling vengeful
I want you to hurt like I do
Tonight I'm the bridal fool
Alone and looking for you
I confess white ain't my color
But it's a color like no other
I'm about to lose my cool
Yet what can I really do?
I sit in a whirlpool of ruin
Until my fingers begin to prune
The bitter poison I consume
An intoxicating, toxicity
It's easier to understand you're scared
It would mean at least you cared
I sit alone in my hotel room
Why does this happen to me?
You always had bullshit reasons
Blaming me, for you leaving
Is my reality just dreams?
Cause this can't be my life
Nothing is as it seems
How could this be right?
I'm the bridal fool
Who's now done and over you
I'm going to have a honeymoon
With the first man I meet
I'll lead him where we can
Be alone in my honeymoon suite
I'm the bridal fool
I just got a call from my husband
He said he loved me and missed me
I'm sorry I didn't get back
To you any sooner
I stayed out all night alone
I just needed to think
He said, after the wedding
My brother died
He committed suicide
He left a note telling me
You're not the only man who
Loves your wife
I couldn't take the pain
So I ended my life
©Likwidsay10
#tragic
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arsijean07
2w
Her 2
"My Dearest Dean..." I quickly crumpled the paper and threw it in the bin. Too cheesy. I wrote again, terrible. And again, ugly. And again.
I let out a shakey sigh. Am I really doing this? Tears started to form in my eyes, my vision is starting to get blurry. I'm exhausted. Memories flooding into my mind. How he made my day a hundred times better, his contagious smile... And his eyes... He never takes it off me when I talk. I never feel anxious about it like others. I feel safe when he's there.
Tears rolled down my face, ruining my eyeliner and mascara. I faced the ceiling, It made me remember the night of his marriage. Dean was so handsome with his suit, his hair was gelled back and greeted the guests so calmly. He's always uncomfortable with crowds, but it's like I was seeing a whole different person. I left the venue heartbroken. I felt betrayed, yet... It's my fault that they're married. I cried in my car, ruining my make-up. But I didn't care. The person I loved the most is now happy with someone far from what I'll ever be.
"Shit." I chuckled between tears. I had to laugh. It was my fault he got married in the first place. I left and went to Argentina to open up a small painting studio. There I saw Faith, she was my regular client and her father is bugging her to marry. I told her to go to the Philippines and find a man named Dean Cruz in my home city. I told her to not mention that we knew each other and I told her to go there. I never heard from her for 6 months, and within those 6 months I keep thinking about Dean. I have made portraits of him while I was there. His face is embedded into my memory.
I continued writing. My mind certain I have made the perfect letter for him to read.
"Dean,
The love of my life. The person who understood me and stood by me the longest. I love you with all my hea—"
I jolted from my seat. My phone rang reminding me to take my anti-depressants. My train of thought gone. I turned of my alarm and scowled at my phone. I threw it across the room. I don't care if it brakes. My breathing getting heavier and the corner of my eyes turning black and blurry. I picked up the letter and ripped it to shreds.
I screamed. Fuck. I'm worthless. Why did I gave him the burden to love me? Why did I let him do that? I don't deserve him, I am fucking... I'm...
"I'm glad." A voice said. I looked around. It sounded like Dean. "I'm glad you're not married yet... Or in a relationship even."
"Haha... HAHAHAHA" I laughed out loud. It was in my head. Haha... The memory of us meeting again 5 years ago replayed in my head. That was the day he confessed, the day I felt that something in my life is right. I felt like a highschooler again where I would clean the room as fast as I can so I can walk home with him. I would also go to school extra early so that me and him will have our own time to talk, he was particularly early when he goes to school. Those moments were a bliss. But I never did confessed to him, although we knew that we yearn for each other. We were just too stubborn to say it.
But I ruined it. When I went to college, my mom killed herself, my sister got pregnant and ran away from my dad. My Dad would beat me every now and then when I went home and rip apart my books. I ran away to Paris where I studied Literature and Arts. When I was there, I vowed to never marry... I don't want to end up like my parents. Until Dean came.
When I was in Argentina, I saw Marley and we catched up with things. He told me Dean was still waiting for me. It gave me hope. My heart fluttered at the thought. "What're you doin' here, chica? Go back there. He misses you." I quickly booked a flight to Philippines, as each day passes, the more nervouse I become. I planned out the things I want to say to him, how I'll say sorry and hoping that he would forgive me.
What if he won't? That thought buzzes in my head like an annoying fly. I tried to brush it off and drink my medicine as much as possible to brush off the thought. It was raining heavily at the day of my flight. The airport announced that my flight will be delayed by 6 hours. As I was waiting, I recieved a message. I felt my heart numbed from what I have read.
"You're invited!
Faith Sanchez & Dean Cruz
Nupital
Mess Hall @ X Hotel
April 27, 20XX
See you there!"
The picture insulted me the most. How they smiled at each other, Faith's beauty was an eye-catcher in the invitation. But my eyes were set on Dean. He's finally happy. He's happy without me. The airport announced my flight, I stood up and went outside the rain. What's the point of going home? I'm too late. I looked up the crying sky. If I said yes on Lea's Wedding, what would it be like being his wife? If I hadn't walked out and ran into the rain on that day... We wouldn't be in this situation. I wouldn't be in this situation. I left him alone there soaking wet. Now he did the same to me.
The pen rolled out of my hand. I picked it up and looked at the paper. I smiled. He's happy. He's happy without me. If I was his wife, he'd get tired of me. If we were still be friends, he would stick to the delusion that I would one day love him. I wrote my heart out. I wrote all of the things I want to say to him. I'm su—
My phone rang across the room. The screen was shattered and some pieces of it was gone. It's still working. I picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hey, don't forget I'm coming over there for dinner." It was my sister. "Uh... Yea I'm already preparing dinner."
"Good. Don't forget to take your anti-depressants." I stayed silent. "OHMYGOSH he's just a guy! There's plenty of fish in the sea"
"You know that's not the main reason why I take them, Stacey" I said
"Whatever. Hurry with the food. You're such a drama queen with this. The situation of you and Dean is not that deep." Stacey hung up. Maybe she's right. I grabbed the sets of letters in my drawer and tucked away Dean's letter. I'll finish it later. I went to the kitchen and grabbed some ingredients for pasta in the fridge. I turned on the stove. The memory of me and him talking in this house still lingers. "You should let your hair grow out." His voice rang in my head followed by my sister's remark of me being a drama queen.
Am I a drama queen? Did I think about this too much? If I was just bitching, why does it hurt so much? Why am I...
ARGENTINA PAINTER FOUND DEAD IN BATHROOM
33-year old Argentina-Filipina painter committed suicide in her house in the Philippines this week, January 27, 20XX.
The Bureau of Fire Protection discovered her body in her bathroom after her sister called to report a fire in the kitchen.
CCTV shows her erratic behaviour while cooking. She was seen pacing back and forth, then stood infornt of the stove and dropped the pot holder into the burning stove which caused the fire.
She was last seen in the CCTV cutting her hair until she went bald and going into the bathroom with a razor and letters at hand.
The family and friends refused to have an interview and prefers that her wake will be private.
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rakeshkh
प्रिय लेखक,
हमने आपकी रचनाएँ पढ़ी, वह सभी अद्वितिय हैं। हम आपको अपनी नई पुस्तक में सहयोग देने के लिए आमंत्रित करना चाहते हैं। पुस्तक आपके नाम के साथ प्रकाशित होगी साथ उसकी प्रतियां भी आपको दी जाएंगी। आपको सम्मानित करते हुए स्वर्ण पदक भी दिया जाएगा।
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प्रिय लेखक,
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arsijean07
2w
Romeo to Juliet
Come my love, come with me to the night
Leave the sorrow behind
Take my hand, take my heart
As I say these three words that will make us one
That will make us unite
These walls cannot divide us to two
Cannot shutter the love I have for you
As the burning light we have inside
But we hide it in the night
Forbidden to their eyes because, they wrote us a path we can't follow
But don't worry my love,
We're passionate enough for their sorrow
But I'm afraid it is so passionate,
It killed us both, gone forever
But that doesn't matter
Cause we'll be together forever
©arsijean07 -
arsijean07
2w
Her
I rung the doorbell and the door quickly swung open. There she greeted me, her bright smile and the scent of sweet lavender made my stomach flutter and my heart skipped a beat. After years of not seeing each other, she was still the same.
"Hi" she said with a small giggle, I smiled.
We spent the day catching up and talking about our ventures throughout the years. We were already approaching our thirties, our friends are already getting married and having children. As she giggled to my stories, I kept thinking to myself if she is still available. Our common friends says she still is, but someone as gorgeous and intelligent as her... that's hard to believe.
"How about you, Dean? Are you getting married anytime soon? I'd sure love to attend the wedding." She asked with a smile.
"Uh... No, I'm waiting for someone" I coughed "and you?" Her smile quickly faded and the atmosphere shifted.
I breathed in, smelling the formalin and drowning myself in memories. That was 5 years ago. It keeps replaying over and over my head and wishing that I shouldn't have asked that question. We wouldn't have gotten through this. Looking down, I can hear the wails and cry of family members. I dare not to look up, I was not ready to see what's infornt of me. The once warm body and the scent of lavender now replaced with a formalin filled cold corpse. I thought, if I didn't shifted there, would she still be alive? Will I still see her smile?
"I told you I don't want to get married, Dean!" She shouted through the rain. We were both soaking wet, cold and shaking. Her red bride's maid dress covered in mud from the knee down. "Why did you do that to our best friend's wedding?! We looked like fools!"
"Sh-she thought it was alright." I said stuttering, not from the cold, but I'm scared that she wouldn't talk to me after this. "L-look I'm sorry. I was stupid. I shouldn't have proposed on Leah's wedding, I—"
"YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE PROPOSED AT ALL! How many times have you tried this I told you—"
"I LOVE YOU OKAY?!" I shouted. A thunder followed suit, "I don't want anyone but you. I am willing to wait until it kills me, for as long as I live. For as long as you live. Until you say that it is okay to be by your side everyday."
"Dean..." She said softly, she walked towards me and caressed my cheek, her touch burns against my skin. She kissed me, softly and she broke free from the kiss, warm tears streaming down her face. We looked at each other longingly. We both know what we want, what we long for, but she refuses. "I love you. You know that. But you... You deserve someone better. I'm a mess, you will get tired of me. I don't deserve you." The rain slowed down, I kept shaking my head as she said those words. She's wrong. How can she say that? She's beautiful, how can't she see that I love every part of her?
"No... That's not true." I said, that's all the damned words I can say. I can't say a thing to her, I was scared that she can find all of the loop holes in my words. She smiled and let out a heavy chuckle.
"Don't look for me." She said at let me go. The rain already stopped. She got into her car, gave me a one last look and drove off. There she left me... Soaked, and cold. In the middle of a hotel parking lot.
"You haven't looked yet?" A person said, I turned to their direction. "Marley?" I asked
"In the flesh." He said and smiled. "How you holdin' up, chico?" I told him I was good, "awwe don't lie. We know you loved her more than anyone else in this room combined." I stayed silent.
"How's your wife? I heard your married."
"Divorced." I corrected. "Ahh I see. I still remember the day you proposed to her on Lea's Wedding 3 years ago."
"To Faith?" I asked "No, not your ex-wife, chico. Her. When she ran out of the reception into the rain and you ran after her." He shifted on his seat, "talk about drama, am I right?"
The crowd cheered and clapped as our lips touched. I am officially married, my new wife rested her head on my shoulder as we walked out of the church. The ride was a blur, before I knew it we were all greeting the guests. Congratulating us newly weds.
"Congratulations, Bean." My heart dropped, I looked at where the voice came from. There she stood with a black dress. "What are you doing..."
"I invited her, Dean." Faith said, "I heard you guys are good friends and I was wondering why you didn't put her on the guest list?" Faith approached both of us and shifted her attention to her, "I'm sorry about my husband here, you would've made a great bridesmaid."
"He must've forgotten with all the stress." They both laughed. Faith went to entertain with more guests. "I thought I wouldn't hear that nickname ever again." I said, "and I thought I'll never see you again."
"Well that would be the last time you'll hear it. This would be the last time you'll see me too." She smiled, "Congratulations tho. I told you you'll forget about me."
I stared at her, "Where will you be going off now?" I asked trying to shift the conversation, trying to be as cold as possible.
"Oh, I don't know... Somewhere? Meet new people here and there." She looked around the decorations "Your wife did an amazing job planning this." Her voice cracked, tears forming in her eyes. My heart sanked, but I tried not to care.
"When will you stop being alone?" I asked her, she stared. Blinking away the tears. She stared for a long time and smiled, "Never?" She chuckled, a tear already escaped her eye.
My heart softened, I called our her name, "No, Dean... Haha... You know, this is my fault. I was stubborn. I was so scared of me breaking you... It destroyed me. Now... I'm too late. You're already married and I'm here... I'm..." She breathed in, her breath shakingly hitched. "I can never find anyone like you. And if I do, I wouldn't want it... Because it's not you..."
"Hey... Don't say that, you will find someone" I said trying to comfort her. She walked towards me ans took my hand. "Dean, no... You don't get it you see... You gave up on me, how much more others?" She hugged me and kissed my cheek "Now go be with your wife."
I was only married for 8 months. I never heard from her since. Me and Faith never had a child. I looked at the closed coffin, she requested for her corpse to not be seen. They said in her last moments she cut her hair until she was bald and set her kitchen on fire. The firemen found her in the bathroom covered in blood and wounds cut deep within her wrists. Her hand clutched with letters and wills. She was never on drugs, barely drinks. But she did it. The unimaginable act for a person like her.
I reached for my pocket. I had a separate letter that was found on one of her drawers. She didn't held it in her hands. It's like she tucked it away so only I could read it. As I stood by the coffin I opened the letter, reading it again.
"Dean,
The love of my life. The person who understood me and stood by me the longest. I love you with all my heart. But you must know, I never wanted you to handle the burden of taking care of me. I am far from what people picture. You deserve someone who will be there for your ups and downs, and you did found her. I wish you both a long and happy marriage.
I know you can never be your best self if I married you, so I said no. I know you won't find a lover if I'm around, so I left. I know you can't love your wife as much as long as I am alive, so I died.
Don't feel bad. Wipe your tears. I love you, but you're not mine. You are not for me, you see? It's not your fault. I'm not your obligation. You are the reason why I kept living but now you need to live for someone. And that someone is not me. It's okay. Live the life I have left the way you want it. I will give it all to you, my love. Enjoy life for me.
You are the only one who found me beautiful in my"
She didn't sign it. It was left unfinished. Tears streamed down my face. If only I stayed by her side, if only I m haven't asked about marrying, if only I waited for her... She would've still been alive. The coffin lowered down and people started to crowd, cries and shouts are starting to fill my ears.
She's gone. I can never see her again. Her smile, her laugh, the way she talks, her sweet lavender scent, and her soft lips. I can never feel that again. And I know I can't only find that and the feeling of home to her and her only... I'll never love another.
©arsijean07 -
Wuthering Heights!
If all else perished! and she remained, I should still continue to be. If all else remained and she was annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger, I should not seem a part to it.
"May you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me! then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe - I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!"
EMILY BRONTË -
Bridal Fool
Tonight I'm the bridal fool
Alone and waiting for you
I confess white ain't my color
But its a color like no other
Why are you being so cruel?
I've waited all night for you
You said that we would meet
Alone in our honeymoon suite
Could you be somewhere, out there?
I hope that you ain't dead
Then my best friend calls me
Saying that you ran out on me
I act like I don't care
When it really fuck's my head
Why do you have to lie
Especially on our wedding night
All this time I was faithful
An' saved myself only for you
I'm hurt and feeling vengeful
I want you to hurt like I do
Tonight I'm the bridal fool
Alone and looking for you
I confess white ain't my color
But it's a color like no other
I'm about to lose my cool
Yet what can I really do?
I sit in a whirlpool of ruin
Until my fingers begin to prune
The bitter poison I consume
An intoxicating, toxicity
It's easier to understand you're scared
It would mean at least you cared
I sit alone in my hotel room
Why does this happen to me?
You always had bullshit reasons
Blaming me, for you leaving
Is my reality just dreams?
Cause this can't be my life
Nothing is as it seems
How could this be right?
I'm the bridal fool
Who's now done and over you
I'm going to have a honeymoon
With the first man I meet
I'll lead him where we can
Be alone in my honeymoon suite
I'm the bridal fool
I just got a call from my husband
He said he loved me and missed me
I'm sorry I didn't get back
To you any sooner
I stayed out all night alone
I just needed to think
He said, after the wedding
My brother died
He committed suicide
He left a note telling me
You're not the only man who
Loves your wife
I couldn't take the pain
So I ended my life
©Likwidsay10 -
I am at a tragic age.
The rage is dormant,
And still is the current,
I am out of the cage,
But I'm at a tragic age.
©lachke_geetanjali -
Addict
I'm an addict addicted to addiction/ stuck in a war of conflict/ on a not given a fuck mission/ too high to know what I'm missing/
People get hurt event throw I'm the one biting the dirt/
I talk about work but never having a job/
I dont search because I live like a slob/
Spending all my money on drugs and stealing my groceries/
When my rent comes around I'm so high I have no worries/
When my landlord kicks me out I'm like why is the world against me/
My selfish decisions have me lookin at priorities threw blurred visions/
Every opportunity that goes passed I miss because I'm stareing at the glass/
And it doesnt matter if its thc, PCP, heroine or amphetamines/or
I'll do anything as long as it takes me away from living/
Been committing chemical suicide/
Since I was 25 since the divorce with my wife I've lost my will to want to be alive/
Sometimes I drink and drive/
Until that one fateful night/
I fell asleep at the wheel/
Crossing over head on with an impact I couldn't feel/
When I came too I was in handcuffs being questioned/
But I couldnt remember anything due to my concusion/
After a night in the hospital/
I was told I was being charged as a crimal/
Because my car collided with a jeep/
And killed an entire family/
That family was my sister brother father and mother/
So my life is over and I killed my only support/
Now I have to face the consequences in court/
Life can always get worse never forget this/
I have four life sentences/
All because I couldnt quit those substances.
This is a story influenced by a friend of mine who is currently serving four life sentences. This is his story.
©beaubearic24 2 2
- brokengypsysoul So deep ❤
- timvaughn_ Damn bro keep putting that pen to pad letting your pain bleed onto the paige, for all the world to read, seeing the way you see.
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Don't you think it's quite odd or should I call it destiny that even our favorite book end in a tragedy just like us.
©little_sad -
Our story didn't end well,
It's like a beautiful sonnet that didn't rhyme.
Like an art it was form,
But the ending was sad.
Tragically I was in love
with a monster that have no love.
©little_sad -
"The real curse is fear and the most tragic fear is the fear of death."
©kajalpawar2911 -
Broken and whole
Is what I am
Pieces of my soul
Spread like jam.
Wisps of smoke
Filling the sky
Filling me with hope
As I say goodbye.
A yellow and orange hue
Up above me
White clouds against the sky's blue
I'm grateful for the beauty I see.
The wisps of smoke
The pieces of white cotton candy
The shards of my soul
Together, they look so pretty.
But to be beautiful is to be tragic
Black threads in silken white fabric
'Cause there's no beauty without the black
There's no mansion without a shack.
The world is full of opposites
One cannot, but two can exist
To be one, is to be the other
Taking a step back also takes you further.
©_who_am_i -
Her eyes were black
You can get lost in them in a glance.
She knows how she looks
But how can one hide an eye
One day she found a flower by the pond
It was pluck from the garden of the spirits.
With just one glance the flower turned to dust.
Now she knows if she ever fall in love the one she love will lost a life.
So she took a knife and blinded herself.
She is forever gone now but she once had a love that she can never love.
©little_sad -
abhishekkamble
11w
Read More@writersnetwork @mirakee @theultimateinsane @cosines @ckfilvan
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21st September 2011, 12pm
School gate after a week!
Angry annoyed face glared with his eyebrows flaunting upon the wrinkles headed on his age, the moustache could barely be black enough to be even predictable as a faking Santa, maybe that's why the choir or chaotic choir in his van called him a Santa driver oh! With a heavy and coughing voice he uttered upon the ignorant notice that never reached those small children who always ran towards the school gate with the victorious song sung in a very fine tune upon the sub conscious mind as if they were to claim a cup but the only difference could be a ma'am that revolved around a stick in her vicinity to sound a bit more horrifying in her tone, children would close the van's door in a thud ! as if upon sliding the door, it would slide a bit more to break the side mirror and to have that little space of the road behind be broken down into shattered pieces of glasses.
He came out last that afternoon and with a little strength in the weakened fingers, he slowly gripped over the door's handle and he gave a little push where the door being harsh on this lock couldn't enclose itself and moved back a square. He looked over the school compound and frantically searched for his group and to stop whining about all he could see that didn't want to picturize itself, a picture that could flame up and be tripping over the side corners that were not smooth enough in the last few months.
©abhishekkambleSchool gate after a week
©abhishekkamble18 11 5
- abhishekkamble @love_whispererr thanks a lot
- sou_scribbles_ So beautiful this is.....amazingly penned!!
- abhishekkamble @sou_scribbles_ thanks a lot ma'am
- shreyah Beautiful♡
- abhishekkamble @shreyah thanks for the read
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random_nandy
16w
Our life is like a drama. Some are comic, some are tragic. But we all have a role to play in this stage called world.
©random_nandy -
Never
Never trust a soul unless you trust yours.
©thee_introvert -
enjelrose
20w
And tell me how can I reach your hands whenever I'm blue when you're 8 feet deep apart from me?
©enjelrose -
mystery_in_words
21w
Read MoreTrigger warning!
#172
Written on 02/10/20 - 23.30
#deathwish #selfharm #tragic #blood #crimson
@mirakee @writersnetwork@mystery_in_words
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cherry_renaya
24w
Life can be nice.
©cherry_renaya -
peppychunk
25w
Read MoreThe contrasting stories of Sushant Singh Rajput’s alleged suicide has been revolving all around us through media.�� However, many of us rarely know about his style of living and aspirations. ��
Have you ever wondered how he was as a person? ❤
Have a look at this story extract by Gargee to learn about his life from a different perspective.
Read the entire story from the link in the bio!
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#tragic
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