Mirakee
Absolver
If you needed my heart to find new meaning in the words true love, then I gift it to you gladly, if you needed my soul to guide you to your own then I offer it to you happily. If you needed my love to re kindle the dying embers of desire like gasoline to a fire I give you every drop I have.
I hope that fire burns bright like a raging inferno battling the darkness of the night and still stands tall in the face of new dawns light
My presence provided you with happiness of this I am sure, but it was not in the way I intended nor was it for the scars I mended.
but now I am left with a disease for wich there is no cure.
I didn’t want to be used as a bridge between you two, I wanted us to burn down this world and start anew.
But even though the result was unintended and the wrong scars was mended, all I want is for you to be happy, if not with me then with someone better than I could ever be.
And even though the questions of what why and how drives me insane, I would still suffer forever to absolve you of your pain.
©kigero
kigero
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kigero
1w
Read More@natasha_a @_firefly @atticoftheheart @love_whispererr @fallency @drew650
I wish it was as easy to forget as it was to forgive -
kigero
3w
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You don't have to be a great starter, but you have to start to be great @natasha_a @_firefly @atticoftheheart @love_whispererr @fallency
Strange state of grief
Logically I accept that you played me, emotionally I struggle with all the rage inside me.
Logically I understand why you never truly chose me, but my heart can’t stop weeping for everything we could be if you trusted me.
I want to be better and I crave to stop hurting, but I have not yet found a way to stem the bleeding.
Logically I realize I must move on, but my heart still wants to hold on even if it is only to the smoke of a fire that faded many moons ago and I have long since turned from the one that completes you to somebody that you used to know.
I want to do able to look in the mirror and be proud of the man I see, but that goal is temporarily out of my reach so I decided to start small and once again be thankful for something as simple as the air that I breathe
©kigero -
The pain of emptiness
Hollow broken alone and empty, it feels like thousands of voices laugh at my pain maniacally and revel in my newfound lack of compassion and empathy.
I used to be kind carefree and loving now I lost those traits, now all I desire is to kill the weavers of my treacherous fate. I wonder would they bargain with me, deal me a better hand if I promise to spare them? Or reply fight if you dare then
Oh goddess of the moon and ruler of the night, you played me burnt me and toyed with me to your hearts contempt and pure delight. Now you have awoken the monster inside me and I am finally ready to strike, but as always you do what you do best
Vanish from my sight.
©kigero -
Light of a single firefly
Wise beyond her years capable of showing compassion to a stranger and his tears, I don’t even know how to pronounce your real name, but still I feel comfortable sharing my pain.
Firefly from the little I know about you it seems like your light shines brighter than the sun don’t let this world snuff it out, it is so easily done.
Thank you for being there for me on hangouts and mirakee, you have done more for a stranger than many people would for family.
Firefly I appreciate you and in my darkest moments I will be searching for you
©kigero -
So... You are expecting
Not but a month ago you told me how you wished you were with me, and how you wanted him to care for you like I care for you and again how you realize that you wasted five years of your life with him everyday you talk to me.
Now you are expecting his child… I chuckle when I think how easily you forgot about me, as you carry the life of an unborn child inside of you tell me, do you wish it was mine? Are you going to teach it that lying and feeding on others is fine?
Are you going to tell it the tale of this heart of mine?
Are you going to teach it that using, abusing and discarding is ok as long as you get to feel wanted another day, are you going to tell it that it completes you and then vanish from its sight when it needs you?
I hope not, I hope this child brings you boundaries love and loyalty and joy for eternally and hope for a tomorrow that my never be
Now if you will excuse me I am going to weep in the corner silently whilst wishing it belonged to me
©kigero -
Matchbox 20
You were right. You warned me, I stayed a while and now I miss how things used to be.
My emotions are running rampant and flashbacks of a past all to fimiliar leaves me staggered, I know you are busy but in my experience that is code for watch how everything you love disappear from your sight, into the arms of another or the clutches of the night.
I don’t want that to happen with us I don’t want our friendship and our chemistry to be filed under “That one time when I used to be happy ” but I know you are busy trying to navigate this crazy new normal of life and I am overreacting like a desperate housewife
I just miss you and wonder if you miss me too… I really don’t want to loose you, so if you are building new walls would you allow me to try and scale them? if you have found new demons would you allow me to meet them?
Before our time turns into nothing more than faded memories and the pernicious promise of maybe
I beg you can we please have one more try to get things back to how they used to be?
©kigero -
The person I have never met
I miss the person I have never met, the one that resides deep inside of me, the one that you once claimed to see.
The one that fills you, the one that has buckled knees and crippled feet but you would still ask him to dance with you.
The one that can conquer his greatest fears because he finds courage in you, the one that can fall of cliffs and leap tall buildings the object of your disloyalty but the one that is worthy.
Who is this person? You once claimed it was me, but as you simply discard every word that meant the world to me and silently disappear along with every promise you made me, that person is not who I see.
I see a man that is broken sad angry and tired, a man that wishes his brain could be rewired.
So I ask you again who is this person you spoke of for I know him not? All I know is a man that was placed in a garden filled with flowers of hope and blossoms of dreams that you simply left to rot.
©kigero -
Iron sharpens Iron
Dad… thank you
With your bravery and courage and patience of a thousand monks,
You have been victorious in every battle you fought to raise me.
With your wise words and boundless love you molded me shaped me tested me and sharpened me
Like a blacksmith forging a masterpiece,
you continue to smooth out the edges day by day you teach me how to be a man.
You taught me to respond to anger with love,
To fear with compassion,
To hatred with kindness,
You showed me what it means to step up when the world expects you to step down.
You showed me what it means to compromise rather than sacrifice,
You showed me how to give everything when you have nothing.
You showed me how to be strong in my weakest moments, and humble in my best.
And for that and so many other things I thank you,
Thank you for always having my back and always being there when I fall,
Thank you for always reminding me my troubles are so small.
I do not deserve you, but I know there is a God for he gave me you.
I pray that one day I can be half the father to my kids that you are to me,
And I hope you are as proud to call me your son as I am to call you my dad.
When the time comes for us to part ways,
take comfort in the fact that you will live forever
in my heart and in the hearts of mine.
Because our memories are legendary and timeless,
Just like a a joyride
©kigero -
Hero to the downtrodden
You are brave you are kind you posses keen sight and mind,
You posses a heart that loves unconditionally you are the living embodiment of everything they teach in Christianity.
Someone that gives and never expects
Someone that teaches us to rise stronger from your regrets you know you are my mother but do you know that you are my hero?
You embrace adversity like it is just another day you, adapt to every situation regardless of difficulty or dismay.
You bend but you never break, you are stronger than titanium yet softer than water.
You give hope to the hopeless, and a home to the homeless.
you inspire everyone you meet with your compassion,
your levels of determination is
something people struggle to phantom.
Mom I love you respect you and lookup to you more than you could ever imagine.
Thank you for every lesson every fight and every disagreement, I know I will see your wisdom when the time is right.
If I could list your codependency’s I would list seven billion people under you,
because no matter how many superhero’s exist in fantasy novels and marvel movies.
there can only be one,
And that one is you.
©kigero -
I no longer remember
I love you with every fiber of my being, but I am so tired of bleeding screaming crying trying and brooding.
Your voice is soothing my smile is fleeing, I fell for you like a star from the sky, I am willing to give you everything say anything to make you happy and have you feel worthy, but I no longer remember why
You used me but I loved every moment of it you pulled me out of the pits I was in them you smiled and pushed me down again, Is this loop truly never ending?
I love you with every fiber of my being but I no longer remember why
I wonder would you even care if I said goodbye?
©kigero
-
maybe the moon
seems so distant,
but yet you still
can feel its tender light,
just like your wishes ,
they might look
unreachable
at the moment,
but as long as you
keep them in your heart,
there always will be hope
to fulfill them soon or later,
there will be chances
for their realization,
just never lose your smile.
©thelunareclipse -
love_whispererr
1w
Read MoreNear a faded facade, I sat and looked at the end of the day while the dusk was there to gulp the last beam of sun and they disappeared suddenly. And I became alone again with lots of recollections and heartbreaks inside my tiny heart. My heart didn't want to hold those dwindled cum exhausting agonies. So I started to assemble them and to pour them on a paper. I started writing.
“The fragrance of those middle pages of a new book, always attract me and to smell them, I read them while deriving my satisfaction to detach from the real world and to create my own visionary world inside my eyes. But that world is true ; they never lie to me, I cry with them and I laugh with those characters, I enjoy the holidays with Alice and eat the vanilla cake with a hungry cat.
But when the pages of that book try to romanticize me with its amorous scenes, I feel a little shy and a pretty curve abuts my cheek deliberately. But it ends when the dracula eats all those characters and I become alone. Everything becomes dark and I sleep with an inkpot with dark inks. I write about Charlie with the colors of chocolate. I scribble about a book thief with my bloodstains. I put down about a giving tree with my pallid face and a relishing smile. I'll write about me tomorrow. all characters will twirl around me, always.”
But I forgot what I was about to write, I was about to write something related to you and me but I became the “Paper-bag princess” of my world and inside my unlighted casket.
©Bidya
#diaryentry #wodWhat an odd thing a diary is: the things you omit are more important than those you put in.
Simone de Beauvoir -
still_fragile
1w
Read MoreDear me,
I hope this reaches you at your lowest, I hope this letter reminds you, you are not weak.
Stay alive,
Stay alive for me.
No one knows you the way you know you
This doesn't make you weak, it makes you strong.
Do you remember the days when you found yourself often homesick? Well, aren't you happy to be finally at home now.
Remember when both your hands used to bleed? They don't anymore, doesn't that make you proud.
Cleaning others scratches, while your wounds are infected uncleaned and hidden. Tell me, Jacinta why are you not proud of yourself ? Helping others when the one needed it, was you. Comforting them with words your ears longed to hear. Ignoring your pain, to be at their side and wanting nothing in return, who taught you to be this way?
Don't give up, don't give up on yourself
You only have you.
You don't have to be alone
You'll hold yourself with your own arms
You'll wipe your own tears
You'll never have someone to call your own,
Kyuki koi kaha kisi ka hota hai
There's a bully in your head,
Knock him down
Don't let him get the best of you.
Why do you not love yourself the way you love others, I hope when you are lost you search for you and not anyone else.
You do not have to force a smile
You do not have to always help someone
You do not have to read a book or listen to a song just because they recommend it to you even when it's not your genre
You do not have to talk to people when that hurts you.
You can
distance yourself
You can heal
You can cry, you can feel
You can smile only when you feel like
You can do as you wish, You are free now.
Love yourself, love yourself.
Look in the mirror and for today don't wish to be someone else.
Yours one & only
You
20 February | 11:20 am
This is a letter from the other side of me,
To the other side of me.
It's going to get heavy, and it will never really be better. But you can still hope.
And stop harming yourself. You are so precious okay.
I'll sing a song to you my friend,
Let's go.
Thank you for the like, repost and comment #writersbay ��
@writersnetwork @writersbay @sangfroid_soul
#writersnetwork #writersbay #LtselfcHere's a letter to you, from you.
©still_fragile -
To those dreams I had to let go-
"You don't live here anymore
Any corner I go,feels like a void;
Where your voice still echoes.
getting you back becomes
my vain desire.
And forgetting you is like,
Living in a foreign city,
Not knowing the language" -
Galactic Dreamer
The dim dreams of the future passed
I glimpsed with both eyes clasped
These are the fragments of my memory
Basking upon the sight of the glorious Mars,
Circular and as red as blood
This fever dream engulfs me like a flood
Upon the sight of Mars,
I see the crowns of fallen stars
While chasing tales of sights unseen
I allow nothing to intervene
For these starry great heights
Will always be welcoming to my dreams at night
©drew650 -
natasha_a
2w
Read MoreThe crown of daisy fell last night and
Whitman's lilacs cracked through the wall.
The room started smelling of love, of war,
of blood, of wine and god knows what not.
Our hands were intertwined and his bangs
were falling on my bare neck.
We let our demons rise and dance like,
like the curtain swaying with the wind.
And there was something in the way his lips
travelled and kissed my pain away.
We were fighting each others fears and
blood kept flowing on black porcelain pieces.
The tulips stuck in our veins started bloomin'
and I moved my head to hear his rhythm.
He just sounded like a song I'd hear in a
palace where I was not supposed to be and
the look he held in his eyes, the marmoris
of ocean, was driving me crazy everytime.
We both collapsed on the bed, injured and
covered with both blood and wine.
I felt him mumbling sweet words as the
needle passed through me, stitching my wounds.
He caressed my cheeks and tied my messy
hair saying,'We are safe, I ain't lettin' you go.'
I woke up to his eyes closed and sunlight fallin'
at his face which made him look more human.
Yes, we made love last night but unlike
others, with bare souls not bare bodies.
©natasha_a
#writersnetwork.
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natasha_a
2w
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I glanced at the calendar with hazy eyes,
14th February, a smile crept on my face.
I wore my favourite black dress with the
red cashemere sweater my grandma left
me.
Climbed down the stairs, saw my mother
coming with a big smile and s a i d -
'You look beautiful dear.' I kissed her cheek,
took your favourite book and went out.
I was walking by looking at other couples,
walking hand in hand and our memories
flashed in my mind. The time we used to
walk in library and you tied my hair every-
time so I can focus on the book.
The aroma of warm coffee mixed with the
fragrance of red heather that made you
drowsy every time. I remember tucking
your hair behind your ear when you slept
with your head on the book.
I walked by and looked at our favourite
bakery where an old couple once complim-
ented us by saying that we looked like them
when they were kids and in love with each other.
I stood in front of the theatre where we
first watched 'Harry Potter' together and
you slept with our hands intertwined and
your head on my s h o u l d e r.
I reached the flower shop and bought 17
roses with three lilies like you told me,
blushing at the thought of meeting you later
and reading your favourite book with my
head on your lap.
I walked the 7 meter aisle form the door to
your stone, knelt down and placed the flowers.
I touched the snowflake hanging at my neck
that you gifted me on my 13th birthday.
I smiled at all of our memories and now love,
'I walked with roses, lilies and your favourite
book, so tell me, Will you be my valentine?'
The tree above you ruffled and and I sat
down with my back on the trunk.
©natasha_a
#writersnetwork #valentine.
-
the__gypsysoul__
3w
Read MoreThis is our third date,
the third time you've brought me lilies
right after you've held the car door open,
after you've been the perfect gentleman
with your pre-booked table and fancy restaurant.
Third time I've bit my lip and smiled
even when I know this isn't for me,
this is for her, who left you stinging,
right in the chest where it hurts the most,
because now you've buried your heart deep in the forest
and I'm the bad priestess, cursing her under my breath
holding on to these godforsaken flowers
at the end of every night.
It was my mother who taught me
not everyone comes to you wholely,
some come broken, and much like the vase
that you purchase, the one with the obvious cracks
but couldn't leave behind
because it was much too precious,
it only took one glance to know that you were that vase.
This girl who broke you, she knew nothing of those cracks,
she didn't see how hard you tried,
to be gentle, to pay attention,
how you heard her say she liked lillies one time
and now that's all you see at the flower market.
She left you broken, and left me a vase to mend,
so now I have both my hands out, holding you gently,
trying as much as you tried, to seal these gapes
only to dump dead flowers the next day.
You see, my ego never lets me water them
even when I know we can never truly be together
unless I water your flaws as well as your kindness.
My mother never did tell me,
how to love a man with a mask on
and I never did care to ask, I was arrogant enough
to believe something so utterly pathetic
will never happen to me but now you ask me
everytime before you kiss me and I just want to scream.
I want to yank these flowers in your face
and yell I hate them,
my constant reminder that
you're perfect and not mine,
I loathe the fact that
I'm not enough to soothe your ache,
but instead I nod with kinder eyes
and let our lips take solace
in the fact that we're both frauds,
we're both faking comfort in the arms of the other.
This could very well be my pride talking,
but one day you'll greet me with roses at my front door
and kiss me without a care in the world,
so until then, I'll smile through my teeth.
Till then I'll hold on to these lillies, her favourite."Lilies? How beautiful".
©the__gypsysoul__ -
To the one I love,
I will not promise you eternity,
For that was never certain.
I will neither promise you a forever
For that is too gullible.
But I will promise you this.
When on my deathbed,
Drawing in my last breath,
It will be your name that
Shall escape my mouth,
Your face that I shall conjure
Before I close my eyes, forever.
©hoop_scoop -
natasha_a
3w
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/I still have marks of your hand on my neck. It must have been nice right?
Killing me little everyday/
#writersnetwork #bleedin_n'Your hands are so small.'
He laughed.
'You are so small. It makes
me want to protect you.'
There he was. Choking my
neck and killing me a little
with every passing second.
'Any last wishes, huh?'
'Let me see again' I sobbed
still in his hold, 'If your hands
are still bigger than mine.'
©natasha_a
