Mirakee
Words about me dampen the pages of her diary
She'll never know she drenches in my mind too
I look into her eyes when I need new direction,
She's my journey,
My destination too.
Words about me cover the strings of her guitar,
She'll never know how she hums in my brain
Her hand fit in mine like a glove
On the 3rd of December in the rain.
Words about me like memory on her tongue
When she told me only I could feel her hurt
She'll never know she kept me up that night
She'll never know she was the only one who ever felt right.
©millstwt
millstwt
" I'm no bird, no net ensnares me" - C. Bronte
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millstwt
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millstwt
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That day,
He prayed upon a shooting star,
To arrange words in way he felt about them,
To have them strung just how it rubbed against the lump in his throat,
like the noose tightening.
A plethora of phrases looped every little ridge of the many knots in his chest.
He was a tangled mass.
Not knowing how to set straight the workings of his own being.
And with the strings of words about his body
He wished to read himself out
To figure out
the alliterations of his own misery,
The lexicon of his trouble,
The tongue in which his pain muttered against his gullet.
" Figure me out, figure me out "
He pleaded his own sorry self,
" Figure me out so we can comb me true,
Figure me out, through and through
Future me out, every part u must
Figure me out before I rot from rust"
Figure him out.
Figure him out.TANGLED
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millstwt
11w
My hearts a fragile thing
My hearts a fragile thing,
it twists and it churns.
My hearts a fragile thing,
It bends and it twists.
My hearts a fragile thing,
It's made of ceramic,
My hearts a fragile thing,
When it breaks into sonorous pieces.
But sometimes,
My heart has a mould of rubber,
As it stretches like elastic,
My veins tangle up,
I lose my sanity,
A rubber heart,
it's a painful thing,
So strong,
so harsh, it hurts
My hearts a fragile thing
In a way, that it hurts itself
My hearts still learning
My hearts still learning
Learning the rhythem it takes,
To caress enough blood and to let it go when the time is right.
it's still learning, you see
My hearts a fragile thing.
I'll fix the pace I breathe.
©milstwt -
millstwt
11w
I miss you
Sometimes I miss you terribly
Sometimes I miss you lots
I wonder if it's something I did
Or we just weren't meant to last very long.
When my mother is calling me a mistake
And when I'm fondling with my past
I think about how u were with me that one day ,
Somehow that's enough to make me calm
©milstwt -
No fine lines
U were a good thing that ended too quickly
A high, I didn't wanna get off of
But whatever happens, happens for the best
Or so we like to believe
The words about you wrapped along my pen
This newfound love blossoming from within
I hate you and I love u all the very same
It's not a fine line.
It's never a fine line.
U were good to me
U were a good time.
©milstwt -
Will I?
Will my name ever enter your mind again?
Will you sing my tunes in your head?
Will I ever be an afterthought ?
Will I ?
Will I ?
Will you think about me on a lazy Sunday ?
Will you count me in as a stupid mistake?
Will I even make the list of lovers?
Will I?
Will I?
Was I just a waste of time?
Will I ever be on your mind ?
On a lazy Sunday night
Will you ever think about me ?
I was ur stupid blondie.
©milstwt -
millstwt
11w
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" If you leave, just let me know, so I won't look dumb when you move on. Losing interest"
Bittersweet
I'll keep you in my memory
I'll savour your taste
You felt like so many flavours
Blend in a haste
Mostly I tasted sweet, so overly addicting
Then you became sour
Left me wanting
You're so bittersweet,
So you feel like a tragedy
Inbuilt with the nevermore
But a hope nevertheless
Ur ingredients so complex
I wish I knew
Ur essence leaving me for more
The best thing about u
Is how u make me feel
Like warm golden light
Like I can finally breathe
You're a relish
Through and through
From every bite to every kiss
You're a treat to my taste buds
A kaleidoscope of flavor I miss
©milstwt -
Sonnets and young love
Though your spectacles are immense,
They complement your bold brown eyes quite well
Our conversations intense
Sometimes question if we'll go to hell
Even all the way across the world
I connect so good with you
One day you see my hair curled
With a live action view
Many movies we will watch
And many memories to be shared
Perhaps over a bottle of scotch
And terrible jokes to be bared
I doubt that you slept great
Because we talk so very late
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millstwt
11w
Young love
I know this boy who lives far away
Without him my days are grey
He's so sweet
And he's so nice
He wrote me poetry
And I'll forever be obliged
He's such a sweetheart
And he's a tender guy
I'll bring him flowers
And he better not deny
Someday we'll meet
And I'll buy him ice cream
Until then I'll stay up all night
And he'll dream.
©milstwt -
Escape
As i stood on the rock,
About to give up,
A plight of gulls,
Barged in,
Soaring,
Living.
And i knew then
What was better
©finchesfly
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dusky_dawn
11w
I am no maniac,
I kissed a girl, I kissed a boy
Her on the cheeks and him on the lips,
She slapped me, He kissed me harder
I cried after she left, I puked after he left
I loved her, He loved me.
I am no maniac,
I slept with an old man, I slept with a young boy,
He used to trace patterns on my stomach and speak for hours, He used to laugh at my ramblings,
He termed me whore, He slept with a lover.
I am no maniac,
I used to lie to my mother, My mother lies to my father,
I got slapped once, twice, many times.Her ribs were broken when her husband was drunk,
I used to smoke the burn marks on my body,
She drinks all alone, all night with her boyfriend,
We are same, We are different.
I am no maniac, She made me one.
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I become a poet
With a pen in my hand
Sometimes it's Shaky
Sometimes it's Bold
To smile with tremendous pain
To smile with absence of joy
Is the same strength it is
To write about love and pain
To know, consumption of water
Becomes enough but love
To know, empathy is toxic
But inevitable
Is something worth
Being known for
I write because it's easier to
Become someone else's whisper
Than be the lover they left behind
I write because it's easier
To become a bird without wings
Than a human desire
And soar around the words
I become a poet
Only With a pen in my hand
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veloc1ty_
66w
Read MoreI'm too complacent with myself
yet I'm struggling to find solace
my bed doesn't leave me
or is it me
that doesn't leave it ?
another day gone
another day wasted
another night arrived
another night spent sleepless
body at constant rest
yet mind remained restless
myriad useless thoughts
heart became senseless
brain became devil's workshop
existence became pointless
running around in circles
living the same day
over and over again
I'm bored out of my mind
yet stuck between its fray
trying really hard
to get out of this loop
will this ever end ? //
©veloc1ty.
©veloc1ty
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thesagarikawrites
122w
Read MoreGrowling of Brown leaves
Falling for the rootless peace
Paddling to get the lease
And branches asked
Does forever exist?
Heart beats until end
Ring stays in left hand
Eyes speak to wet sand
And love notes asked
Does forever exist?
Withered shine of moon
Sunflower now loves to bloom
Insomniac tear is my groom
And sleep asked
Does forever exist?
Words loving each blank page
Ink wants to be in line's cage
Pen having ache since love's age
And a drowned poet asked
Does forever exist?
A flicker I behold, A flicker enough,
A flicker much more, A flicker of you,
Little by little, everyday, a little more.
I look at you, for a moment,
For a moment again,
I see I am gonna have moments many more,
Yes, in that moment, with seconds passing like bees,
I see centuries, in the moment we be,
Forever, that stranger I used to know,
has a name to persist,
for you are the forever that exists.
The gaze you carry, a stare enough to freeze,
You look at me, for a moment,
For a moment again and the patting breeze,
You said you are not done, you will never be done with moments,
You looked like millenniums a more,
You saw me through, just for a moment,
You melted all my opacity,
Forever, the stranger isn't a facade I have known
Because you, are that forever that exists.
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©Sagarika��
©the.nicest.bitch��
@writersnetwork @mirakee.
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ayushibajpai_
122w
Read MoreEverything is black out,
nothing I can see,
nothing I can feel now.
Except me and my enemy.
I don't know the casus belli,
Why am I standing here?
It seems my world is crumbled
in two pieces,
On one side my enemy is standing,
and on other I am alone.
And his troops have beleaguered me,
I don't want to capitulate.
I don't want to be overwhelmed.
Even I don't want to hurt him.
I am just trying to exfiltrate myself.
But just see the timing,
It's all an irony.
Now I am digging pits for him
to get him down on his knees.
I am fighting in a battle,
and my enemy is no one,
other than me.
And the scars which are inflicted on me
will be a memento for tomorrow
as my trophy.
©ayushibajpai_
#pod @mirakee @writersnetwork @iammusaafiir @geraldine_mary @ericwk @john_solomon @prashantlm @tomorrow_is_amazing @kosachayaI am fighting in a battle,
and my enemy is no one,
other than me.
©ayushibajpai_ -
hmg101p
122w
But the empty is so loud...so I just rolled over, and pretended to stare at the clouds...
Better than the thoughts of love we have. Those miserable little notes of misery wrought dread. In my dreams I fade to sorrow. As I relish in the thought of no tomorrow. Feeling the vacancies of the poor. Tasting the lies fed over again, just like before. I am meek in my physicality. But bold due to my sense of morality. Yes, dead. It’s better than the thoughts of love we spread. I’m tired of wiping break from my blank eyes. Because of the tears that were drawn up, to be a blatant demise...
-HMG -
dkurup_03
123w
Music
Like a playful breeze
Making heart freeze
Music is a feeling
Consoling and healing
Like a realistic fantasy
It can be traditional or classy
Music relaxes the brain
Just as beautiful as sound of rain
Music is sometimes for fun
Enjoyed by everyone
And sometimes it's for reminding
To live with love and binding
©dkurup_03 -
oncour
123w
The Moon
is a poem
the Sun
wrote
Oncour
