Mirakee
After We Decay
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branchjones
one is too many, a thousand is never enough
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branchjones
1d
Read MoreSweet girl
It has been a while
Almost 4 years now
And a thousand miles
They separate
Our past life
Our golden age
Our credence days
So come on and tell me,
aren't the days getting faster?
Did it ever come,
Your happy ever after?
Our conclusion was collision
Our finale a disaster
You know I still... feel your heart beat
How could goodbye become, so true?
How could this life be mine, without you?
This time I'll write
The things I could never say
These feelings will last my love
When everything else breaks
These feelings will last my love
After we have both decayed
Sweet friend
Can you come on back
From the void
That turned your heart to black
There ain't much time now
And there never was
We're just a story now
I still tell because...
I can't explain it,
But the years are going faster
I never got to catch,
What I was chasing after
I still seem to burn,
Everything that matters
But you know I still... crave your heart beat
How could the end become, so true?
How can I write the next page, without you?
This time I'll write
The things I never did say
These words will last my love
When all else falls to waste
These feelings will last my love
After we have both decayed -
branchjones
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#memories turned to #stories
Every blackout takes a toll
When my subconscious
And my common sense
They get buried down below
There's a feeling I release
Through a person I don't know
He's a bull without the reins
And his reign has no control
He's a shadow of my shadow
A figment of the madness
In a war that's called excess
Between tolerance and habits
My family and my friends
Every blackout holds them captive
Everytime I blackout
Our love it falls to fragments
Exactly like my memories
It's ironic, more like tragic
Hello my name's Ross
I'm an alcoholic, addict
Everytime I blackout
I must pay the toll
All my memories are stories
That other people toldCaptive Memories
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Thoughts of you come back
But they only
Fill the space left between
All these road signs
Thoughts of you play tricks
When I'm lonely
Make it seem like I can't see
Past the road side
Yellow lights flash
It was an accident
We passed what that meant
Miles ago
Yellow lines blurry
Wheels in a hurry
Thoughts of you flurry
Black ice on the road now
Car rides and journeys
Through miles no worries
Thoughts of you are worthy
Of one last road trip now
Thoughts of you in my rear view
I don't see clearly
Gotta do what I have to
Follow the road signs
Thoughts of you come through
Vivid and dearly
Memories don't adhere to
Signs on the road sideSPEED LIMIT
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branchjones
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I got your email
What a formal way to talk to you
It don't seem right
I'll play it nice this time my friend
I'll try that side of my heart
But these formal talks are foreign to me
Parts of me aren't quite that grown yet
An if you take away what grew with you
I wonder if I could ever be?
With the subtraction of three
Was the clinic that cold
Stole the soul from our third to be
Try and forget the names
Chalk up mistakes on a board of black
I emailed you back
Formal words from the former me
The guy that once lived
With dreams of the three we ought to be
Well I took quite a great few steps back
Had to retreat from what grew with you
Will those steps I ever see?
After the subtraction of threeSubtraction of Three
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My faults are insidious
My actions are indicative
Of the hurt that's become my word
My apologies are like candles
Re-kindled until they're diminished
Once again to be burned
I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
This burden is that my word is
A candle that's singed to the end
The wax is gone for the last time
Cannot re-write my past life
My word is likely to just be pretend
But I am sorry, I'm sorry my friend
I know that our trust is now bent
Extinguished with all my amends
Let me show you I mean it
This promise I promise I'll keep it
Even though my promise never breaks evenAmends like a Candle
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Go ahead and call me crazy
Last time we spoke I was faded
Left my head in the gutter
And my heart in the basement
Go ahead and please talk now
Talk to me about about it all
I've said enough for two life times
I made amends for my raging nights
But sorry ain't what I wanna talk bout
No, I need you to please talk now
Your words will be much more clear
Now that I've seen it from both sides
Please go ahead and bend my ear
Send all the words thoughts can bare
Go ahead and please talk now
Go ahead and call me crazy
But you've bore a weight on my mind
I've lost the words that could describe
What I would say if given a try
So won't you please talk now?Talks
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branchjones
1w
The Turn
You won't ever know me
Until you feel how it felt
To gamble on your life with
The cards I was dealt
No, you cannot bluff me
If your cries aren't for help
I've seen your tears dear
They always melt in the morning
If you want to know me
Just wait for the turn
Put all your chips in
Then feel how the river burns
Show me what you've got now
So I can see how it hurts
After you put it all on the table
See what you learn in the morning
If you want to go
You can start running
There's no one coming for you
If you want to stay
I can find a way
To start over in the morning
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Well the liquid noose
Hangs low and tight
Its a fairweathered rope
On a weatherd mind
I havent found it in my heart
To forgive me yet
So I practice my knots
Nearly every night
The lyncher told me
To get prepared
He told me make a meeting
'Cause the noose dont spare
You see men bath in sin
And I'm of that kind
So I know where I will be
When the moon dont shine
Well the liquid noose
Hangs low and tight
In my genes lays a curse
Where my heart resides
The weights been paid
For an eighth of the shine
So I drank a fifth
Now I owe me mines
We is 'gonna hang us
A Jones boy now
Friends and Kin
Please gather round
I've been drinking again
And the lynchers back
So I sold my soul
For 30 in a sack
Well in my blood
Is a liquid noose
Killed my uncle
Broke a solom truce
Through my viens
There's 80 proof
There 'aint no moon
And the rope 'aint looseLiquid Noose
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branchjones
1w
Flesh and Blood
When your road meets rubble
When your heart falls on trouble
When it seems to mean nothing
Through the pain and your struggle
When there's only one love
And you think you'll never have another
Our family's grown apart
Still I'll always love you my brother
In every sense I mean that!
From death to birth, and then back
You are my flesh, you are my blood
It's a love that war could not crack
My heart loves you at its bottom
That part of me will not wander
When everything's pain, love remains
And when pain remains, love conquers
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branchjones
1w
Irene's Elegy
Extinguished your vigil
Lingered 'til kindle
Burnt you in effigy
Great consecration
By the lake we laid naked
Bared your entity
Bet you're amused
Past death still my muse
Abuse all empathy
Spare me condolence
Oak casket full focus
This is your elegy
©branchjones
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Oh Darling,
Do I wish to lay upon the
meadows of golden yellow daffodils,
making a bed so soft and beautiful,
and look at the vast sky, whilst
thinking the goodness of life
Or perhaps,
I just wish to lay beneath the
serene turquoise ocean,
with a smile of contentment
on my face, as I
close my eyes for the one last time
©passionbookworm -
O scars ! goodbye
sorry, I couldn't apologizeI visited those scars
on the third night of December at three am
in a terrible winter night
holding my unwrinkled derma
and wrinkled hopes
I wrote down a letter for them
and put that inside a colourful envelope
and was going to visit them
with the presence of chandeliers
I was nervous, a little.
Because I had to apologise to them
for those stains, for some sins
some cold breezes were blowing
and I had to meet their pathetic gazes
I sighed ;
and knocked their door with my trembling hands
someone switched on the light of the chandelier
and greeted me with a poetic look
made up of some heartbreaks, bloodstains
and shattered skins.
Ah !
I couldn't meet them
I couldn't see them
I couldn't apologize
for my bad days
I couldn't cry
I couldn't scream too
they were silent
with their pitiful gazes and teary eyes
behind those eyes, a limpid purdah was cursing me loudly.
I threw away that envelope
and ran towards an unknown destination
~o scars ! goodbye
ミbidyaミ -
galvanizedthoughts
1d
Read MoreTW: Death, rape
Dead girls carry keys in fists and aphrodisiac in their sleeves
The first woman who was a feminist
died single and failed to carry on her
genes forward
according to the theory of evolution
by Yuval Noah Harari
conclusion, women who were submissive
lived on to carry the blind inheritance
Ma says women who are as headstrong as me
Will have a hard time finding a suitor
Aunty K, who lives next door
would casually say
Beta, your skin is as dark as
the pre-monsoon storms
That cause the ripen mangoes to fall of the trees
And I'm reminded of Shah Jahan
And his words
"Why must a gardener not enjoy the fruits of the plant he has planted"
after he raped his own daughter
as she continues
History textbooks upheld him as a man
A man of love
She remarks your features are sharp
as the divinely dark Lord Krishna
however you would find so many suitors
if you were as light as Radha
ignoring that Radhakrishn are one
I wonder of men who carry
their patriotism in briefcases
migrate across nations
also them who expand their
chests wide
filled with nationalism
Would choose someone
the colour of the soil
they kissed as their own
And abruptly on the news channel
that was a silent spectator till now
Comes a headline
Dead girls carry keys in the fists
and aphrodisiac in their sleeves
A girl was walking outside
at night wearing ripped jeans
now found dead under the bridge
carrying keys in her fists
As the pre-roll add ends
Another awareness add on
how to buy local fruits from xyz bazaar
to credit farmers for the fruits they planted
A court calls a rape victim
promiscuous for sleeping
after surviving the assault
Another add on a safety app
by government that alerts the police
after a girl takes permission
to walk out late at night
Then an add on how a sofa
similar to which aunty K sat on
would cause no backaches
bonus, the guests won't complain
about the quality of the chai
which is directly proportional
to the hospitality received
As we switch off the TV
Aunty K advices me to carry
pepper spray and keys on my fist
And my aphro- no no of course not that
She suggests me to wear sleeveless
and top it with a jacket and shawl
to cover every inch cause
dead girls are dead for so long
As long as the history and the gods
have been ogling at the misplaced skirts
and stalking little girls
Until they no longer remain just girls
Until they are dead
So I carry my keys on my fist
Pepper spray and a pocket knife
I come back early as a self imposed curfew
And one day when I finally gather enough courage
To type evolution of a woman
I come across a video of a
milkmaid going to a god-like man
As the man stares at her voluptuous volumes
History becomes that man
That man becomes history
And I, a dead girl
© Ayushi Saha 10th April 2021 1.29 am
@/galvanizedthoughts
P.S- this poem took me a lot to write. It forced me out of my comfort zone. I would be glad to get some honest reviews on it. It's napowrimo and I really wanted to experiment and get out of my comfort zone. So here it is #gtnapowrimo21
@my_cup_of_poetry
@writersnetwork @mirakee #pod
Artwork by @/artwithmanasi on ig
I thank every single brave and courageous soul who apologized for the debacle. You are brave, bold and beautiful. I admire you for the strength you have shown
Please, Mirakee for once in such a long time started feeling homely again and I don't wanna lose this..
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Diary Of Failure
Self bestowed anguish,
Sitting on the steps, and thinking why,
When you've exhausted every avenue,
Those around you say, give it one more try,
I've made every kind of effort,
Keeping tabs on all I do,
But it's a diary of failure,
That I'm left to show to you,
Imperfections become palaces,
That tower high, like cliffs,
As I gaze up upon the ramparts,
I know I'm lost to this,
I've counted every reason,
To hang on grimly to this life,
But I know I'd rather end it,
Without ever thinking twice.
©foreverseptember -
a_gentilischi
1d
Read MoreFINAL SKY DRIVE
Come on, baby, buckle up fast
Yes, I love the new paint job
This blood red matte
That makes you so very hungry
Each morning, when we roll the windows up
It's okay, honey, you take the wheel
After all, it's both our lives
And this is ̶o̶u̶r̶ your home
You, the driver
I, the pretty lady
Not a hair out of place
Except that one strand that curls to hide
A bruise that bloomed under the pearl necklace
Hit the gas, darlin'
Let's go cruisin' up life
See those chemtrails in the sky
Yes, they're right behind us
'Cus we're above the clouds
So high that there's no blue
Just darkness, stained by a few stars
Ah, we're at the drive-thru.
I'll order for you. I know what you like.
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Okay. Now what?
Skip the speech.
"̶Y̶o̶u̶'̶r̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶w̶o̶n̶d̶e̶r̶f̶u̶l̶ ̶g̶i̶r̶l̶ ̶
I̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶,̶ ̶i̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶m̶e̶,̶ ̶b̶a̶b̶y̶ ̶g̶i̶r̶l̶ ̶
I̶'̶m̶ ̶s̶u̶r̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶'̶l̶l̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶a̶n̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶m̶a̶n̶ ̶v̶e̶r̶y̶ ̶h̶a̶p̶p̶y̶"̶
Spare me the bullshit. I know how it goes.
Hit the brakes
Here, keep the ring for the next corpse
I've had enough of drives in your skies
I'm off to earth
To make myself happy
Goodbye.
2021.04.10
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#end #life #thoughts #reality #love
#broken #free #skydrive #sky #drive.
©a_gentilischi
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Farewell.
A flight.
Moment soaring elevation.
Determined soul's bow.
Chained memory stains.
Coward's easy escape.
The end.
Final last omega.
Disjointed, scripted, emotionless.
Legacy feeling left behind.
Gift-giving parables.
I fare thee well.
Goodbye.
A door closes.
But the lock untouched.
Hello is just another window away.
A backward step to newfound days.
©mindreams -
Two souls
They were fallen, carried a heavy load, fought back alone for themselves since the ages,
Their heart were broken everytime but still all they have to give is love,
Their mind was craving for acceptance but they still survived in the world of fake feelings,
After a long time they met,
That night every missing piece was complete,
All their heart was feeling love and peace,
They holded each other like there was no betray,
They opened up every dark corner that heavy load they carried faded away
They made world of their lighten up as their eyes met butterflies flys,
All they have was honesty and wants to stay,
No matter how long big war was they fought together for each other and forever.
©a_world_of_her_words -
If I in love with the moon and you called it moonstruck.
Will you call me lunatic for being in dark but keep dreaming to be bright as the moon?
©miss_silentlyweird -
Parallel Universe
The crossing in Piscean waters
Sting in the stillness
Of what squabbles
this intergalactic cadence of heartbeat,
I heard you from Boulevards
To Beethoven and it sprang
the Nervosa of my Gotham
Tiptoeing from tectonics
Leaving the countdowns on the bay
I fall
In the simple existence as air.
Two epoch
Two shots
Pliant yet in trepidation
Of what freedom
Is not to percept
Against the commercial mirrors,
The infinity is yet infant
Within the cities
As they rise
And forests
As they slither
In heated azures.
What a kink to assure you!
The dark is still young
Raging
In the knotted fist of pain
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Dressing the oceans into lustre of lakes
Will you refill the water with rosewater ?
Where the load of stones demonstrate
Will you paint a canvas as finger holding daughter ?
Blind are the poetries over knife on kneels
Will you engrave gypsum over choking verse ?
March is busy in countdowns of farewell of spring
Will you blaze the heat and overlap the lap of rough reference ?
In my paradise will you hail the thorne ?
will reforest the barren of reign of mine ?
Will you a make a heap of profound poetry ?
Will you steal the aura of stars and make the galaxy shine ?
