Miraquill
For the sake of humanity
By:Alecmb
Crying voices of the oppressed.
Dying breathes of the depressed.
Humanity has begun to fall
As empathy flees away
Evil begins to surround us all.
All the while day after day
As we awake to the new morning
To a beautiful glimmering sun .
The sky remains in painful mourning,
And we pray it be not for our sons
Crying voices of the oppressed.
Dying breathes of the depressed.
Who shall answer to the worthy call,
When Humanity begins to fall?
Shouldn't it be us all?
©alecmb
alecmb
Writing is my passion and my therapy. I have a dark demented side which tends to come out every now and then in my writing, i blame my past for that.
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A mystical rarity
By: Alecmb
Beauty a mystical rarity
In which I still do not fully comprehend
How can one alter their external appearance
Yet the ugliness that consumes them internally
Remains unaltered starving for modification
Why do we do this?
Is it to cover up the ugliness that resides within?
How am I to know?
When I too don't alter the evil that resides internally?
Beauty what a mystical rarity?
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Life Cycle
By: Alecmb
I get high off of death
And drunk off of sorrow
And pray at night to breathe my last breath
To only awake to tomorrow
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Crusades
By:Alecmb
Inner peace was what I often sought
But demons consumed my inner thoughts
For my one and only holy God I fought
Not knowing I was part of an evil plot
It is a holy war they say
But my life is what I would pay
Yet dead I am not for on this dark day
Lie the enemies bodies in decay
Why not me?
Why not me?
Why did death eledude me so,
And elect to leave me in such woe?
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Anubis
By: Alecmb
Anubis my dear old friend
I fear my heart weighs heavy
I know my time is near its end
And that my soul is the levy
Gone are the days of carefree youth
As I enter the hall of two truths
When you judge my withered heart
Will you see my life as art
Or will you see the stain of death
The murderous black mark of Seth.
Death and life entwine
I shall see you soon
My heart and soul align
Tis under the cold moon
In which I lie
Here I will die.
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December Blues
By: Alecmb
Bustling people passes by in swarms
All going to a place that's warm
As the noises of the once lively night scattered
Not a single soul even noticed
The despair in the air
As hope soon disappeared
As if the world had not a single care
For outside the doors of the Grand Ol' Mall
Was a child O' so small
Curled up like an icy ball
Only longing for a home
And to have never been left alone.
The child's skin a frosty blue
ThudThud........ThudThud.......ThudTh---------
The ticking clock froze still
As the wintry frost get another kill
The Father above sheds a tear to the tune of the December Blues
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Falling in love
By:Alecmb
Into the abyss I fall
Paralyzed and suffocating
As if running into a brick wall
The waves of feelings
Crash into me
Like that of waves of the seas
The things that I would do for you
Just to hear you utter I do
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Thunder Longing
By: Alecmb
The night Skies filled with
Curious Thunder longing
To feel sacred Earth
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First Love's Glance
By: Alecmb
Her rose colored lips
Remind me of the ambrosia that I used to sip
While her scent like that of a cool spring night
Awaiting to greet the early morning light
While transfixed in a state of ecstasy
I was charted away into a world of fantasy
Where I came face to face with the splendid
God of Love- Cupid
And to him I succumb and kneel
For he gave me the power to feel
When he took our two dead beating hearts
That at one time were separate and apart
And bounded them together
With our love binding them forever.
And as I awake from my dreamy slumber
Into the dreary cold December
Fear and Doubt enters into me
Begins to consume me, untill I see
Those warm brown eyes, that vanquish all despair
I can finally take in a breath of fresh air
For that was not a dream, nor a fantasy
But our love was in fact Reality
And all it took was first love's glance
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The Graveyard Keeper
By: Alecmb
All of these people dead
Lying in there darkened dirt bed
Driving past them day and night
While minds wander, thoughts take flight
All of these people dead
Lying in their darkened dirt bead
Remembered and forgotten by some
Most won't visit, they won't come
They won't be here for when the stories are told
Nor when the dirt bed turns cold
But our time too will arrive
Where we no longer shall be alive
All of these people dead
Lying in there darkened dirt bed
Driving past them day and night
While minds wander, thoughts take flight
All of these people dead
Lying in there darkened dirt bed
I am the graveyard keeper
Who wards off the Grim Reaper
For I am here to listen to the stories of the dead
And I am here to tend to their cold beds
All of these people dead
Lying in their darkened dirt bed
Will not be and are not
ALONE
©alecmb
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Beauty of colours
All colours indicate there own emotions as beauty in art.
Without colours artists can't express there feelings as creativity.
Our life, dream, art, nature everything has its own uniqueness in colours.
Poets, artists all of them express colours in there own style.
Viewpoints of different persons and there way of expressing decides the beauty of colours.
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195w
"He had such fascination with flowers so
I started to buy them for him,
everyday until I realised
he just love watching things die." -
anu_linen
84w
"Depressed soul
free to explore the
monochrome world
of imaginations"
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there are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than too late
– Charles Bukowski -
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23w
Read MoreWrite something about this cold month and title it with “December Blues.”
Tag and share with #decemberc
Happy writing! 🌼December blues!
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24w
Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.
– Haruki Murakami -
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32w
It must be October, the trees are falling away and showing their true colors.
– Charmaine J Forde -
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34w
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Use “this is a love poem” in your write-up. Or you can choose what type of poem you want it to be. For ex- War poem, Death poem, Afternoon poem, Blue poem? Anything of your choice.
Tag and share with #thispoemc
Have a fun weekend! 🌼This is an apology
for the things I have to say about us
to get over us.
I feel most like myself
when I am washing blood off my hands
in the shower; and I hope
whatever is eating you alive does it as slowly
as possible. I know it doesn’t sound like it,
but this is a love poem, this is a love poem,
this is a love poem
until it isn’t anymore.
– Trista Mateer -
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Good Morning! 🌼
Start your write-up with “Love is not magic” and then let your imagination take the roll on.
Tag and share with #lovemagiccLove is not magic
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I often think that the night
is more alive and more
richly colored than
the day.
— Vincent van Gogh
