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  • modernshakespeare 16w

    If there's something worth dying for, it's not you. It's the YOUth.

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    If there's something worth dying for, it's not you. It's the YOUth.



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  • modernshakespeare 16w

    No thing is good or bad, thinking it makes so.


    William Shakespeare

  • modernshakespeare 16w

    2+2=5
    You can't manipulate numbers. The numbers manipulate you.


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  • modernshakespeare 16w

    You are the fever burning under my skin. The senseless sense of rush at midnight. Put your fingers inside and kill the fire, baby. Do not create fireworks inside me.


    #pod #woman #she #women
    @writersnetwork @poet_art @mirakee
    @mirakeeworld @writingsforheart

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    You are the fever burning under my skin. The senseless sense of rush at midnight. Put your fingers inside and kill the fire, baby. Do not create fireworks inside me. 
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  • modernshakespeare 17w

    I tried so hard not to tell anyone

    that you make me want to pick

    the wild flowers that vined my

    open legs and closed my eyes as I

    silently release the prisoners

    fighting for forbidden freedom.


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  • modernshakespeare 17w

    He kisses me and says, 'Where have you been last night? Darling, tell

    me the truth,'

    He looks like twilight stuck between my glorious and dark days, my

    deadlines and dues.

    Stick and stones, skin and bones, the blood is flowing out of my nose

    but honey, who cares?

    With trembling voice, silence and noise I say,' I was out with someone else.'

    He hugs me behind and asks, 'Where are you going tonight? Darling, I

    am missing you,'

    He looks like lonely midnight chasing the mountain's dew.

    Blurry lights, dark foul nights, too tired to fight but honey, who dares?

    With steady tone, busy green phone I say, 'I am going out with someone else'

    He smiles at me, he is faking it but still asks,' Are you still in

    love with me? Darling, what should I do?'

    He looks like an eclipse decorated with rainbows and storms.

    Exploding inside, raging high tide, I am trying to find the words but

    honey, who cares?

    With proud and dreadful sound, I am standing my ground, I say, 'I am

    in love with someone else.'

    He kissed me, hugged me, and smiled.

    'So darling, this is goodbye.'

    Shocked and frozen, I looked at his eyes.

    I said, 'I am sorry, goodbye,'
    @mirakee @mirakee @writersnetwork @mirakee @mirakeeworld @repost #truelove #love #pain

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    With proud and dreadful sound, I am standing my ground, I say, 'I am in love with someone else.'


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  • modernshakespeare 17w

    Cheaper tax for the money machines
    Fake diamonds and secondhand jewelries

    Rebellion at its best form, darling
    We all are eligible for jail
    Gold teeth for dictating
    Treason has no bail

    Stateless witness parading the streets
    Impeached humanity
    Everybody wants a seat
    Voluntary mutiny

    Convict me for treachery and poison
    Who judges the constitution?
    Subversiveness for freedom and prafidy
    Violence on the parking lot

    Since when it became a crime of testimony
    Illegal town law express in vat
    We are nothing but traitors in this country
    Guilty of robbery

    Punish me, hypocrites you who wash your hands,
    My heart is no rock
    Betrayal to the army of your beloved land
    Come and save the attack



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    Rebellion at its best form, darling
    We all are eligible for jail
    Gold teeth for dictating
    Treason has no bail

  • modernshakespeare 17w

    Do you remember the smell of my sin that night you stole my fake innocence and senses?

    Cause I remember the sound of your heart when I took off my dress and I demolished my self-made fences.

    And they remember the look in our eyes when we were drunk under the streetlights near the city mall,

    28th of November when you tasted my masterpiece with legs wide open but now you don't seem to remember anything at all.

    Love look back

    We were the sunlight on worst nights the greenlight of cars

    Driving on full speed, smoking no weeds, went high but never far

    You knew we were royals of betrayals tried so hard to make it right on holidays

    Wouldn't think you'd get away on a rainy Saturday

    Can you imagine the sparks you would get only if you haven't decided to leave?

    Cause I imagine you here next to me, kissing my cheeks and laughing on the backseat

    They imagine us taking the hills instead of the highways back to the town,

    Wondering and still have no idea why and when we lost tracks and fell down

    Love look back

    We were the headlines, the red wines vibrating on the glass we tried to hide

    Drinking on freewill, pulse on the stirring wheel, unconscious and numb inside

    You knew we were lovers but strangers and we drew the thin white line

    Wouldn't think you would stop giving my art the perfect rhymes

    Feet first, don't fall

    We can still save this

    Love look back

    Too far away


    #love #pain #hope
    @mirakee @mirakee @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @themodernshakespeare

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    Do you remember the smell of my sin that night you stole my fake innocence and senses?

    Cause I remember the sound of your heart when I took off my dress and I demolished my self-made fences.

    And they remember the look in our eyes when we were drunk under the streetlights near the city mall,

    28th of November when you tasted my masterpiece with legs wide open but now you don't seem to remember anything at all. 

    Love look back

    We were the sunlight on worst nights the greenlight of cars

    Driving on full speed, smoking no weeds, went high but never far

    You knew we were royals of betrayals tried so hard to make it right on holidays

    Wouldn't think you'd get away on a rainy Saturday

    Can you imagine the sparks you would get only if you haven't decided to leave?

    Cause I imagine you here next to me, kissing my cheeks and laughing on the backseat

    They imagine us taking the hills instead of the highways back to the town,

    Wondering and still have no idea why and when we lost tracks and fell down

    Love look back

    We were the headlines, the red wines vibrating on the glass we tried to hide

    Drinking on freewill, pulse on the stirring wheel, unconscious and numb inside

    You knew we were lovers but strangers and we drew the thin white line

    Wouldn't think you would stop giving my art the perfect rhymes

    Feet first, don't fall

    We can still save this

    Love look back

    Too far away
    ©modernshakespeare

  • modernshakespeare 18w

    Seems he does not take the damn time to read my fucking poems anymore,
    Pretend he does not see the endless ribbons wrapped around my body,
    Sure, there were summers but there were winters; it wasn't that cold before,
    Recognized my vision in the midnight sea: somebody holding me.
    Baby, I tried so hard, surrendered every pieces of me to you,
    Wishing you would appear on my doorstep, back to my violet skies,
    But you chose to parade her streets, cut me out and painted my heart blue
    Is it just me? Darling, my brain keeps chasing for the unanswered whys
    Savoring the sweetness of my heartbreak and the limits of my breath
    You took the car we bought in our dreams and ran away like criminal
    And I watch your face fades into the death or the Saturday's sunset,
    And I let you escape once to consider my rising revival
    Thank you for the sleepless nights and battered tattoos on my grieving heart
    Thank you for the ironed lines and historical phrases from the start



    #selflove #inspiration
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  • modernshakespeare 18w

    I told you I love you but the truth was I did not even know how to love myself.


    #pod #sorry
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    ©modernshakespeare