Mirakee
Help me, Help you
Speak, so I may listen,
Crumble, so I may build you up,
Fall, so I may catch you,
Cry, so I may join you.
©sullen_sage
sullen_sage
I write to give my heart a voice, and through my words, it sings.
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sullen_sage
10w
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Repose
Through flowery fields I roam this mind,
Ever the vacant child, fingers play at hope stained petals and the looming drudgery of it all.
Sickly sweet,
The bloom of broken dreams forgotten purpose,
Lay thee to rest, once withered by my touch,
Vanish thee forever, once fallen with my tears.
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sullen_sage
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("Peace" In Our Time)✌️☠️✌️
Why is the world the way it is?
Why do we need to keep pushing, keep growing, keep building, keep hurting? When is enough really going to be, enough? This must be the reason why people reminisce about their past, or even wish to live in a century far before their own. It was a simpler time. It was easier...but was it really?
We have this tendency to ruin our own futures, no matter where we are in time. We have it in our heads that we always need to be the best, we need to dominate, need to concur. What is it exactly that needs to be concurred now?
We have roads, we have cars, we have sturdy houses, we have long distance communication and trade, we have excellent medicine..the only thing left to concur is each other. And we're clearly doing a fine job of that.
There's always something to struggle for, because there always needs to be a struggle. We cannot live without it, as conflict is what gives our fleeting lives some semblance of meaning. The word "peace" was born to describe that very sensation. It is not a goal, but instead the death of all goals, the death of motivation, the death of purpose.
When motivating the masses, people often use the word peace. Like a sword in the guise of a white rose, it speaks to our shared utopian ideologies, but subliminally, we've been activated. With that single end, all future means have been justified.
Instead of abiding by its principle and intention, we use peace as a springboard, a code word, an insensitive, a war cry. After all, that is what we humans truly want, isn't it? I mean, history would show that the bitter-sweet taste of conflict with a side of manufactured purpose, would always prevail.
We often like to say that peace will keep us united, but when has that ever been true? The Revolutionary War, The Civil War, World War 1, World War 2, 9/11; We were united, but not under peace. It was purpose, it was duty, and it was hatred, that moved us towards action.
It was the "promise" of peace that kept us going, and it was that same promise, that allowed us to kill thousands of our own species. A promise that has, not once in all of history, been kept.
Peace will always be broken, because peace was never our goal, not really. The goal was always power, domination (even over our own countrymen), and control, but never peace.
Peace can not be conjured or won in some war, nor can it be achieved on a global scale, not all at once anyway. Peace is an individual discovery, and once attained, it spreads outward to touch one person at a time.
Day by day the process is slow, patient, has twists and turns, heartbreaks and losses, victories and realizations. It will break you down completely, so that it may build you up beautifully.
And when you've finally achieved it, this ever illusive vision of peace, it let's you know by giving you the opportunity to share it with another. The opportunity to pass it on, so that one person's journey may begin, where yours has come to an end. That is peace, that is us, that is you.
********************************************** #couchthoughts #peace #war #love #hate #humannature #struggle #selfdiscovery #world #freeyourmind @mirakee @writersnetworkWhen motivating the masses,
People often use the word "Peace".
Like a sword in the guise of a white rose,
It speaks to our shared utopian ideologies,
but subliminally, we've been activated.
With that single end, all future means
Have been justified.
©silvertonguemaeve -
sullen_sage
13w
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(Those Who Know)
Do you know what tends to go, buh-bumping, in the night? The heavy mass what creaks the slats, the eyes which conjure fright?
Do you know what seems to speak through fingers on a glass? The psychic spy what reads the mind and drains your essence fast?
It may be so that you would know, the thing beneath your bed, with taloned claws and razors jawed for ripping flesh to shreds..
Well if you don't still rightly know
The creatures absent light,
The ones you can't imagine yet, the one's evading sight, these gentle words of wisdom might assist to set you right,
Those who know of beasts below,
Those who know, those who know,
Those who know would never go,
Disturbing silent nights.
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#halloween #monsters #demons #ouijaboards
��������☠️ @mirakee @writersnetworkThose who know of beasts below,
Those who know, those who know,
Those who know would never go,
Disturbing silent nights.
©silvertonguemaeve -
Love Wish
In the crucible of life, no greater hope exists
Than that of the prospect of love.
Those who deny love have lost hope,
But those who hope,
Are inevitably destined, for love.
©silvertonguemaeve -
sullen_sage
17w
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#bestfriends #firstmeeting #impossible #girl #beautiful #talented @mirakee @writersnetwork
This poem depicts my first impressions and feelings I had towards a girl who went on to become my best and oldest friend. I met her in the 3rd grade and have been friends with her ever since, so that's 19yrs now! We've both changed a lot, but through it all we remained in touch. I absolutely love her, and am very proud of the woman she's become. Happy birthday Britt!!! ��❤️❤️❤️Impossible Girl
This girl is impossible,
Like the mornings recollection of a dream the night before, she haunts my mind in graceful strides and fades before I blink,
An ally of the sun for sure, and how they do conspire, illuminating curvatures what compliment her face,
Those golden threads of gosomer, obedient cascade, the locks upon her head agree to bend to artful hands,
Indecisive magic are the color of her eyes, from ocean blue to meadow green, their dance remains eternal,
And finally, from God himself, a voice that moves my heart, her songs would lyric stories while her soul would rise to speak.
This girl is just, impossible...
And yet I can't resist, friend or foe I'm still unsure, but my heart demands the risk.
©silvertonguemaeve -
Typical Me
It's funny how so many claim
to know the girl I am,
Saying things like: that's so her, that's so you,
That's so....typical,
Oh typical me,
If only they knew how untypical I really was..
Especially, of myself.
©silvertonguemaeve -
Tears
We cannot hear those tears that fall,
No words are spoken,
And yet enough, has already been said.
©silvertonguemaeve -
sullen_sage
19w
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����Miracles��
How, dear reader, how am I speak to you of miracles?...
Even now you sit with visions of their meaning on your tongue. Pilfering scenarios, the mind would search for mountains.
It's not uncommon to attribute the impossible with such a thing as miracles, but I can assure you, it is unnecessary.
We like to place all things upon a scale. How big how small, how little how much, we quantify our perceptions, so that we may qualify existence...
But what if I were to tell you that this too, was an illusion? An ethereal prison of our own making, one where we play both the jailer, and the captive.
There are no scales, and when you recognize the magic in everything, are grateful for everything, nothing is impossible.
The fact that our universe exists, is a miracle. The fact that life on this planet exists, is a miracle. The fact that YOU exist, opened your eyes again this morning, and are at this very moment reading these words with your beautiful mind, dear reader, is a miracle,
And if any should try and sway you differently, just take a deep breath of the miracle of your life, and remind them, of the miracle within their own.
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#miracles @mirakee @writersnetworkMiracles
We like to place all things upon a scale.
How big how small, how little how much,
We quantify our perceptions,
So that we may qualify existence...
©silvertonguemaeve -
sullen_sage
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����[[<> Disintegrate <>]]����
Collecting fragments of a heart that shattered long ago, my fingers bleed in patience as they hold a glue to set.
Just before the final piece a heavy boot arrives, beginnings of the end repeat,
I feel him break me over.. and over.. and over again.
Like a child with a stick, he prods my corpse as if to certify my death..Well child? Have you decided? Am I dead now? Or would you deny me that as well?
...I feel, so alone. It hurts, so alone. Still from pain I whisper to an ear within the clouds, breaking even further, when only silence whispers back.
With nothing left to hold me,
I relinquish feeling form,
From him I must disintegrate,
For myself, to be reborn.
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#disintegrate #reborn #brokenhearted #endings #beginnings @mirakee @writersnetworkDisintegrate
Like a child with a stick, he prods my corpse as if to certify my death..Well child? Have you decided? Am I dead now? Or would you deny me that as well?
©silvertonguemaeve
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DEATH
I met death the other day
clothed in yellow; glowing skin
promptly she said to go away
but her warm presence drew me in
yes, I met death the other day
pale and sickly; clothed in black
her eyes were hollow - frame too small
the space she took was none at all
there’s nothing sadder than her smile,
we walked together for a while
my hand in hers, our steps in sync
she told me it was time to think
for sometime soon we’d meet again
my life was for her to attain
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Everyone loves a good tragedy
They love the way it stings
Everyone loves the hopelessness
It's for the birds, their necks wringed
Like black coffee, bitterness craved
And we beg for more.
It makes us feel alive
In a world full of the dead
And maybe if we keep hurting
The blood letting will save
Maybe if we cry out
Ignorant bliss will not enslave
We are missing limbs,
But what use were they anyway
©erinhawkepoetry -
thebardowitch
14w
My weary heart plays a haunting tune.
It no longer yearns the love of another.
My aching bones begin to disintegrate.
With blinding tears my eyes are smothered.
Loving embraces are only imaginary.
A numbing sensation takes its place.
Unnecessary lies infest my ears.
Expressions refuse to occupy my face.
When will I awaken from this hell?
Escaping with no where to go.
Love is suppose to be the answer.
Yet I’m still waiting for it to show. -
freedomwriteswm
25w
Read MoreWe tend to forget often, the one who needs us the most is ourselves, we fall, hurt ,break ,curse ,change ourselves for the love of others for the mere attention. When the one who deserves affection ,the one who suffers with us all along is the selves we're born with
#pod #suffer #pain #curse #hurt #break #love #forget #affection #attention @writersnetwork @queen_of_words_ashu @quotes_queen_ @queen_f_loyaltyShe drowned herself to save what she loved
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freedomwriteswm
72w
I've felt it
Strings that held us together rapture
One by one I heard them snap
The aching pain that made my voice surrender
Numbing my soul , I've became addicted to the ache you left.
Without it I feel as if I would loose you ,loose us
As my mind kept playing our tapes, our favorite songs.
I drank from empty tears to fill my broken self.
Did you not love me enough to fullfil your promise ?
The promise I despise the most
" I will love you till my last breath"
You vowed ,but you lied.
Because if you did you would have still kept breathing.
©midnightt
