vvannabe

I've seen disappointments, you are one of them.

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  • vvannabe 3d

    #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #serpentine #snake #lust #fantasies @writersnetwork @mirakee

    Sometimes, you may find an enticing being that shatters all attempts at resistance. They lure, they trap and in the end, you are left with that void, that hollowness, the intense loss of all delusions you hold for yourselves. I think every human deserves this, lest they fall in love with the world.


    Ribby snake
    Show me your skin
    That shade so blue
    With a little darker hue
    Under those shining lights
    Of a warm morning, or a twilight

    Ribby snake
    Show me your eyes
    A piercing stare
    With that evading slant
    Languid eyelids
    And the pupil, yet bland

    Ribby snake
    Drink deep
    On this altar of mine
    With a flickering tongue
    Commit this crime
    While we are still young

    Ribby snake
    Lemme ride
    This spiny wave
    This twisting night
    I'll bend
    Break me, o lover mine

    Ribby snake
    With your silent disregard
    With your closed eyes
    And that fading blue light
    A bobbing head
    Another denied delight

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    Temptations

    I sense in those dull eyes
    A lust, primal yet divine
    Another foolish mortal
    With a plot of crime
    Witness my indifference
    Lest broken lay this heart of mine.
    ©vvannabe

  • vvannabe 2w

    #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod @writersnetwork @mirakee @mirakeeworld #death #orgasm



    It's like something heavy, resting atop. You can
    calmly let it lie, let it seep in. With heavy laden arms, shallow breaths, you can feel it, calmly brushing your airways. Breath in, and hold still. It's surreal. An iron grip on your throat, as your face embraces that blue hue. With a few fading murmurs escaping. Are you ready to give in? So close, almost within that sickly grasp. Alas! the grip breaks and a sick reflex forces you to breath in lungful of air. One can see then, in those eyes, that plea. Pleading that you show no mercy, pleading for you to dig deep in the neck, pleading for that orgasmic trance, pleading; So that you let go, with your godly grasp.

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    Let go

    Can you see, such a beautiful dying breed?
    ©vvannabe

  • vvannabe 2w

    I don't know why I did it, but I did it anyways.

    Orange lights

    A mood that rests
    Like that settled dust
    On a worn out motte
    Waiting for that puff from your lips
    To lift it afloat,

    With the darkness
    Of thick strands
    Flowing from your head
    Enshrouding me
    And my dread

    And that gleam
    From eyes, neither blue nor green,
    Like those orange lights
    On a winter's night
    Feeding a depressed street,

    This fault of mine, my crime
    Inviting a loneliness
    In a merry time
    As I paid for my thought, generously,
    A thought of you, as mine.

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    Orange lights

    I'll thread the jade necklace
    With words as the twine
    On that neck covered with love bites
    Will you remember it as mine?
    ©vvannabe

  • vvannabe 4w

    #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod @writersnetwork @mirakee @mirakeeworld #blue

    Addressed to the right person(s).
    Love is stupid but the world's full of idiots anyways.

    The blue bird on my web

    I find it hard
    To chain
    The beast of emotion
    With the paltry hay
    Of words and whereabouts

    That morning breeze
    That dripping dew
    Those pearlescent leaves
    Slanted sun rays
    And the sparkling green

    Another full moon
    I seek, yet it hides
    A cloak of clouds
    The hem glistening white
    As the eyes strip it, splayed bright.

    With an indifferent blind past,
    I feel the cold caress of mornings
    Lemme touch, commit this crime
    My eyes devour warm dripping moonlight
    Lemme see, your curves beckon this child

    In the blue waters
    Of sad times
    I felt a presence
    Your helping hand
    Or was it mine?

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    The blue bird on my web

    Love is stupid but the world's full of idiots anyways.

    ©vvannabe

  • vvannabe 4w

    #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #blue #past @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @mirakee

    We often find ourselves thinking more about the wrong in our lives. Gratitude chokes the beast of self pity and misery. Hope you can find your gratitude, your loadstones. ��


    Innocent amnesia

    There's this guise
    That I've donned
    For too long,
    Enveloping a tender heart.
    It's tendrils
    Struggling with a blue past.

    There's this bubble
    Of anxious clouds,
    Sometimes blue
    Sometimes brown,
    Seldom burst,
    With the calm rushing down.

    I can stand again
    Midst the long queues,
    Forged from an enforced discipline
    On sunshiny schoolboys.
    Waiting for the morning prayer,
    Enthusiastically our throats brewed.

    I can sit giggling
    On the cold floor
    Smirking at the false excuse
    That spared me a school day
    And quenched the thirst
    For a sweet recluse.

    I can tiptoe
    On a summer afternoon
    Carving a way
    To run off with
    A hoard of cousins
    ‌Waiting on the other end.

    I can lurch my head back
    With gentle breeze
    Slithering over skin
    And an armada of clouds
    Frayed at edges
    Layered over kin.

    I can smell
    The colour blue
    With smoke thick in air
    And lungs
    That were no longer new.

    These memories
    Of a pleasant past,
    Plastered blue,
    With the symphony
    Drowning in
    A cacophony
    That never lasts.

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    Innocent amnesia

    Another full moon
    I seek, yet it hides
    A cloak of clouds
    The hem glistening white
    As the eyes strip it, splayed bright.

    ©vvannabe

  • vvannabe 5w

    #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @mirakee
    #depression #blues

    A session with depression

    There's this road
    Twisting, turning
    Yet stern
    That I walked
    As bare feet thumped

    There's this smell
    Whirling, coiling
    Yet dull
    That I sensed
    As seasons churned

    There's this taste
    Swirling, sluicing
    Yet blunt
    That I tasted
    As brightly flavours burned

    There's this heart
    Thumping, lurching
    Yet spent
    That I held
    As lovers beckoned

    I held these illusions
    I never learnt
    I was sick
    I was searching
    But the back of help was ever turned

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    A session with depression

    I held these illusions
    I never learnt
    I was sick
    I was searching
    But the back of help was ever turned

    ©vvannabe

  • vvannabe 11w

    #writersnetwork #mirakee #readwriteunite #desert #forests #desire #human @writersnetwork @mirakee


    Victims of afforestation

    I leaned on the wooden frame of the door, carved blocks bearing the weight. I like the stillness that summer afternoons impose. Even the few beings that straddle by, appreciate and caress the quite.

    I miss that bead of sweat rolling down the temple of my head, the cold that ensued with the gust of searing wind licking at that bead and the smile that was donned, the visage lying bare, for I was back at home.

    I miss staring at the fleet of clouds, the young rushing quickly, eager for some distant encounter while the wise and old drifting, constantly reshaped by torrents of air.

    I miss the touch of cold water, on a parched throat. Into the gullet, the fluid but flowed. And the delicacies, fuming an aroma to enshroud, dripping a mirage to drown.

    A tear wells up, somewhere in my eye. When I recall, that quite night in daylight. For I was born, in a desert with an abundance of will and a thirsty appetite. My heart clenches a bit, from a hopeless dream, where I could relive a past, where I'm lonely, yet free.

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    Victims of afforestation

    Where desire fabricates a parochial tower,
    Where the multitude takes over the few,
    Where empathy makes the taste sour,
    You'll find a human, naked and standing true.

    ©vvannabe

  • vvannabe 11w

    #writersnetwork #mirakee #readwriteunite #lust #darkpoetry #thoughts #dark



    Often, a human's folly
    Bubbles in the cauldron
    Of a wishful thought,
    Attempting the dire
    Act of fulfilling few foolish desires.

    I wish I had the tongue
    To taste the velvety gloss
    To grapple with enticing tongues
    To lick the parted lids
    To unfurl, a pity lie.

    I wish I had the arms
    To hold a lover's head
    To help a dying friend
    To pull those brunette strings
    To choke, a perfect kill.

    I wish I had the heart
    To paint her with a red hue
    To brush past a passerby, still new
    To fix a leaking hole
    To deliver cruelty, a blissful goal.

    I wish I hadn't brewed
    A thought for the fleeting mistress
    A thought for the false friends
    A thought for a mellow future
    Yet another, with some rolling heads.

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    Thinking dark, yet grey

    I wish I had the heart
    To paint her with a red hue
    To brush past a passerby, still new
    To fix a leaking hole
    To deliver cruelty, a blissful goal.
    ©vvannabe

  • vvannabe 12w

    #writersnetwork #mirakee #readwriteunite #ferry #death #greed #pod #mirakeeworld

    For the ferryman

    For the ferryman I gather,
    Coins
    Shimmering red and regal
    From some coffers that brimmed
    For the coffers that can't be filled.

    For the ferryman I gather,
    Infantile anxiousness
    With fear's concoction green,
    Brewed in carnal chalice
    Bubbling lustful dreams.

    For the ferryman I gather,
    Scrolls from when I was a teen
    And a few entries
    From the time
    When my eyes lost that gleam.

    For the ferryman I gathered,
    To ferry an inherited greed
    To ferry the emotions that bleed
    To ferry a dark past
    To ferry this palpable death mask.

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    For the ferryman

    For the ferryman I gathered,
    To ferry an inherited greed
    To ferry the emotions that bleed
    To ferry a dark past
    To ferry this palpable death mask.
    ©vvannabe

  • vvannabe 12w

    This cloud is blue

    Where the blue tries to peep
    The white but seeps
    Where the dark shadow flutters through
    And another jet but darts anew
    Leaving a trail of white
    Aah! Another foolish wish
    This time to ride a kite.
    Standing in the dark, eyes glaring
    Just another human, staring.
    ©vvannabe