Mirakee
Sleep escapes me from reality.
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He was the horizon, I wanted to reside by.
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Expectations are just too high hopes, I guess.
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shatakshi10
16w
So what do I do if I can't figure it out?
You need to try, try, try again..
So what do I do if I can't figure it all?
I'm gonna leave, leave, leave again... -
Remind me to take care of myself, I fall often.
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I do care for you, is what I preserve.
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shatakshi10
16w
It's better to be loved once and broken, than not being in love ever.
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Pain is the most powerful stab.
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shatakshi10
16w
This some shit that I,
usually don't do
But for you I kinda
Kinda want to... -
shatakshi10
16w
Peaceful promises, yes!
Uncanny hopes, yes!
Solemn care, yes!
Immortal feelings, yes!
Honest approach, yes!
Then what's the problem?
..... he suddenly felt numb to love
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thewordplayer
26w
I am terrified. I am terrified of literally everything that seems bright. It scares me when someone wishes me good morning for two consecutive days. It freaks me out when somebody tries to confront, when somebody says they care. And I didn't want to be this way, I wanted to love too, I wanted to feel the butterflies strolling through my stomach, I wanted to blush on somebody's name being called. I didn't choose to be this way I am, I was forced into it. I was shown love comes with expectations, and unmet expectations comes with guilt. Everyone's the hero of their own little tale, but I was made to see myself as the felon. I too wanted to be in love, and may be I could.
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neuralnomad
63w
Read MoreHis skin unwrinkled, youth's tightening grasp
but that mind of his has aged too far
for boatman he is, yet no boat he has
with life for hire on river boats,
fishing his way to day's stomach full
until it sinks, new search begins
his pages of life, just sinking boats
where he stands on one, till submersion
then jumps to next, yes, some holes it has,
thus too will sink, someday's setting sun,
such story's told, while he jumps on
from boat to boat, only clothes on back
nothing more he carries, well he knows?
with one such boat, that he'll sink too?
below a river where no bodies float?
Yes, since birth on a sinking boat
he knows, neither boats nor he,
the river's the master, so it shall have
one day,
his weary corpse, in sinking rest.
#writersnetwork#writerstolli#life#mirakeepoetry#mirakee#mirakeetales#mirakeeworld @twt_official
Image credits - Pendulam by Soukarya Ghoshal©neuralnomad
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neuralnomad
63w
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Holographic distortions
of buzzing no - signal TV screens
the windows and balconies
of far and near hauntings seem,
his burning cigarette slowly lets out smoke,
weird mix of smog and neon lights
diffused the air and his images
as he sees —
in the few stars that still shine
before they distort in limbo blurrs
of holograms,
his conscious superficiality
in that moment, that midnight smoke
around drizzles of chilling gray snowflakes,
does it rain? a light 2 AM rain?
on the hazy gray — bluish sparks
of old signboards, now flickering still
while an empty swing in an empty park
still oscillates, until that image too
distorts,
in quantifiable reality,
but all of this,
surrounded by strife - torn neon souls
while momentary constants blink,
blinks that bad - season flower
is it hologram too? his nose does not
know the feeling anymore
no binary fragrance it is,
exotic or amniotic perhaps?
perhaps a beginning,
that bad - season flower,
newish - black
in that rainy, snowy, grayey fall
of 2AM drizzle on burning cigarettes.
Image credits - Markus Spiesko
#writerstolli #mirakeepoetry #cyberpunk #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #poetry©neuralnomad
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ayush_07
65w
Read MoreWhat have you become,
Every morning is filled
with bloodied headlines
Each day the opposite
gender is harassed
Anguished population
rejecting spectral
genders
Killing those who fall
out of their bipolar
world
Innocence is raped so
casually now
Like it was meant to
happen.
Serial killers are bred
Surviving on the
narcissistic ideologies.
Voices are silenced or
even muted
Patheticness is what
prevailing.
This ain't a fictional
rhyme
Its the bitter reality,
Try to observe it and you
might hear the
Oppressed lamenting in
loneliness
Asking you,
What was this world
supposed to be
And what had it became ?#justice_for_priyanka
©ayush_07 -
_shivaya_
65w
Read MoreThe human skeleton,
is made up of 206 bones
By jove, they are hard,
as if made of stones!
The brain you think with
is in the Skull or Cranium,
the Maxilla and the Mandible
are for chewing bubble gum.
It's atop the spine
which has 33 Vertebrae in all
You're sure gonna break it
if there's a nasty fall.
The 12 pairs of ribs
act just like a big ring,
while 10 fix to the Sternum
the bottom 2 are Floating.
The shoulder blade or the Scapula
is joined with the Clavicle
How they organize the movement
Is another spectacle.
The arms have the Humerus,
the Radius and the Ulna,
The hands' have wrist bones
called Carpals (not made in China).
With Metacarpals and Phalanges
we complete our hand,
don't you forget the lower limbs,
upon which we stand.
The hip bones make the Pelvis
from which the Femur originate
If you gyrate it like elvis
the Patella is sure to break.
Tibia and Fibula
are there in the Shin
The Tarsals and Metatarsals
shape your feet as it's seen.Our journey ends here,
Let me take your leave.
Take good care of your bones
for as long as you live.
©shivaya -
ayush_07
66w
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In the infinite Sea of thoughts
My mind gets lost
Tormented by bad memories
It cries ,and it begs you,
for some clarity.
The lighthouse of hope seems to be burnt
By the fires of those
Who forsake themselves long ago.
And my mind wanders,
in the mist of ignorance
Craving for even a flicker of identity.
It tries to embrace the darkness within
But ends up getting consumed by the same.
Save it before its too late
Before its turns wicked
And start contorting the strings of reality
And fulfilling the oath of vengeance
It took the day it drowned in anonymity.
My minds is a lost sailor
Be its lighthouse.
-ayush_07Lost
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senden_k
68w
No ones life is easy.
Everyone is living their lives with secrets to keep, whether it's their own or others but it's a secret. We appear happy on the outside as if nothing is troubling us but on the inside, we're slowly fading away and dying. We're all broken, one or the other way. Broken pieces and we're finding that someone to help us put the broken pieces together---- there may be scars, they may not be perfect but having someone to mend the pain while we help them heal as well, it's what we're searching for. A soulmate. -
Billions of people in this world and you meet a person among those huge number of people and you think it's a coincidence? It's not darling!
You were meant to know each other for a reason.
©sakshi -
veloc1ty_
68w
Read MoreShe's got no wings
She's got no halo
But she's got my undivided attention
She's got pointy nails
Her teeth, just as sharp
But she's not an assassin
Her fur is so smooth
Like how silk fabric feels
When it is woven
I'm looking at an Angel
And believe me when I say this
She's got this whole place glowin'Sylvanas-
©veloc1ty
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She
She might not be the conventional beauty,
That everyone adores,
She might not have that delicate
And asthetic look that the world craves,
She might not be the epitome of idealities
that this damn society created.
But what she really is,
Is far greater than that.
What lies within her is
Too precious for your
Dilute minds to understand.
What she really is,
Is the epitome of idealities,that i crave.
And i feel sorry for you
to not even be able to decipher
what true beauty she is.
She is indeed a Beutiful Paradox.
