Miraquill
My lovely clay doll, I will remind you of your scum roots. Will you smile for me whenever i twist your wings ?
Shatter your spine for me, whenever your hymns of worship utter my name.
Honour every connotation leaving my monarchy.
My wretched believer... Beware of the mind you chose to bathe in, before i hang thy ropes of mortality above my seven hells.
©invanidy
invanidy
we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry. -18-
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invanidy
208w
Permission to steal my innocence
" May I ?"
Yes, you may.
©orphicthief -
invanidy
208w
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The universe shall avenge you, I promise.
if not through me, then, at least with me.
#poetryisart #poems #poetryporn
#poetrycommunity #love #remorse
#enigma #healing #hurting #mirakee #readwriteunite #healingjourney #reader #writersnetwork #poetryisnotdead #death #feelings #poet #wordgasm #poetsofmirakee #spilledink #darkness #dark #books #pain #healing #inkThe universe shall sew,
That of which,
Proud flouting mortals have burnt,
through loathe as their fuel.
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invanidy
209w
I drink the rusty elixir held in my cup of past recollections, far too often, I found myself addicted to its rotten taste. I'm rarely ever sober, my present is just matter haunted by resilient ghosts, gods of the antimatter.
©orphicthief -
invanidy
209w
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@mirakee @writersnetwork
#poetryisart #poems #poetryporn
#poetrycommunity #love #remorse
#enigma #healing #hurting #mirakee #readwriteunite #healingjourney #reader #writersnetwork #poetryisnotdead #death #feelings #poet #wordgasm #poetsofmirakee #spilledink #darkness #dark #books #pain #healing #inkLay your head on my chest, listen to the beating heart beneath these quavering breaths. Behold the prisoner inside these ribcage bars, accused of soul murdering and leaving scars. With an Antarctican harp, spitting its words heavenly and sharp. Will you censure this love quenching fool to death, or will you break these wicked chains of forged titles and set it to rest.
©orphicthief -
invanidy
209w
Letters
I won't delude, I won't deceive. I fancied the letters you wrote with your arteries. I could finally steal you, keep you wandering inside these paper walls. Forever shielded from time's scythe, from death's call. I memorized your handwriting, I even drank your ink. Some days it tasted like catharsis, others like grinding arrows against my heart, weary and weak. Who knew that one day in the darkness they would lie, for a thief's hands were too quivering for them to be pried.
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invanidy
209w
Time Capsule
Items with more soul than soul bearers, I slither with me through the fathomless portals of time. Symbols of mortal weakness, hoaxed gold stolen from ill-bred ribs. Objects ever so still under the time's rime. Proof that a thief's lament can offer him redemption, transfiguring thick blood and filthy water into wine.
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invanidy
209w
" Do you smoke ? "
Yes, I wrap up constellations and midnight fantasies, then smoke their stellar essence until it fills my lungs with galaxies.Trust me, the aftertaste is sheer bliss, the aroma, an infinite sea of possibilities.
©orphicthief -
invanidy
209w
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#Transparent
@mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork
#poetryisart #poems #poetryporn
#poetrycommunity #love #remorse
#enigma #healing #hurting #mirakee #readwriteunite #healingjourney #reader #writersnetwork #poetryisnotdead #death #feelings #poet #wordgasm #poetsofmirakee #spilledink #darkness #dark #books #pain #healing #inkTransparent is an illusion of the highest order
You are a selfish poet.
You love what nurtures your work, what makes you bleed the most. Does it pleases you when you submerge yourself into unclear waters ? Hoping you would quaff immortality off of death's fingertips, after all, tragedy is the mother of art. Your love, is it as transparent as glass, dear poet ? Or is this frame of altruism and chivalry starting to crack and shiver under the impact of your rock-shaped fantasies and self-victimization.
©orphicthief -
invanidy
209w
A familiar aroma
An aroma of nostalgic stories and abandoned feelings haunt the air. A lust for wicked movies and childhood obsessions fill my lungs. Leaves decaying and from ashes they shall rebirth, like a Phoenix lit up almighty.
Indeed it is the season of soul hunting, drinking aged wine and caressing the fire. As you whisper eccentric stories to the wind, of all your adventures, heartaches and desires.
©orphicthief
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srividya_giri
209w
Read MoreSo this is part of split challenge put forth by @writerstolli yesterday's prompt was Sunshine and today's was Soul. Loved it. So, this poem became the silver lining in #darkqueen 's saga, because Normally the topics and mood of the poem is never so light and bright and cheerful and sunny...✨�� ⛅
#sunshine_wt #writerstolli #tod_wt #reposttriptichadha #alfia #dds #du #tanu01 #darkqueen #challengepoem_gs @_suruchi_ @ar_sh_ @tomorrow_is_amazing @122raging_medico @witnesser @orphicthief @smiley_forevaDarkqueen's Mirth
Fill my soul with elation..
Clutching at my heartstrings,
Throw the hands up in jubilation
For the joy that the sunshine brings..
Baby, fill my life with your smiles
So Innocent and visible for miles..
For beyond darkness, we shall find light,
As the night sky stops putting up a fight..
Heavens seek the stars, glowing in golden hues,
Like a poet's soul for her ardent muse..
Baby, be the sunshine to my parched soul,
So that my ink never dries and I shall be whole..
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srividya_giri
209w
Darkqueen's Mirth
Fill my soul with elation
Clutching at my heartstrings
Throw the hands up in jubilation
For the joy that the sunshine brings
Baby, fill my life with your smiles
Innocent and visible for miles..
(..To be continued tomorrow)
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srividya_giri
209w
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I never write about this techie side of me. Just always feelings, Psychology and philosophy.. Just wanted a change today and try something new.
Though I know the left half-right half theory of the brain is primitive, there's no better way to explain this right now. I want to use the "left side" of my brain. Hope everyone likes it as much as my "right side" poetry.. ��������
@_suruchi_ @ar_sh_ @tamanjit @kirksalvator @orphicthief @repsycle @rahulkojha @ladyrinth #dds #du #tanu01 #alfia @tomorrow_is_amazing #writerstolli #darkqueenDarkqueen's techie face
It was just another mission,
Another project to be managed,
Another iteration of the SDLC,
Another sandbox, UAT, production and pilot.
Everything changed when I saw your TechSpecs.
Yes baby, At first, you were just another piece of code to me,
Another template class in my standard library.
I thought our meeting would be a Switch-case
Instead it became a while. And I entered run( ).
I thought I could hit Break whenever I wanted..
Oh but baby, I really hoped I wouldn't be just another grep, just another foo and bar to you.
I didn't know your process would be multi-threaded,
But now that I know, we just have to abend.
I thought you were my Boot Sector,
Yet you now left me with the blue screen of death.
Now I must get drunk till I hit interrupt ( ).
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srividya_giri
209w
Darkqueen Realisations #8
When I made the deal with you
Little did I know that
It'd hurt my hands as I string these beads
It'd hurt my heart as love repels me like a leper
It'd darken my soul piece by piece...
I didn't know that
I'd see the true faces beyond the masks
I'd see the ugly truth hiding behind everyone's lies
I'd see humanity for what it is...
Give me back my soul,
Let me have my peace
In the white lies and masked comforts..
Let me have equilibrium
In the disturbing depths of my dreams..
"I'm sorry, sweet child,
A deal once done cannot be withdrawn"
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tomorrow_is_amazing
209w
Unison
"So many strings
then one
sonata"
©tomorrow_is_amazing -
My Lady
I lay my cheek against her breast,
As sadness clogs up my chest.
In her embrace she enfolds me,
When tears make me unable to see.
I shiver as a draft blows past so cold,
As her eyes shine with the knowledge of Old,
Like in an abandoned library, silence sounds,
When she let's those age-old secrets out of bounds.
My Lady fabricates a path out of thin air,
That leads right into death's lair,
In the cemetery beyond the threshold of hell's flames,
Carved in marble are hundreds of names.
A white tombstone standing in a sea of black,
Breaks down the middle with a resounding crack,
Burnished on it a name in forgotten script,
Opens the way into a deep, dark crypt.
Richly bathed in warm sunlight,
Slowly vanish the mists of midnight,
When a girl steps languidly out of there,
A girl who is me in every flair.
A part of me had crumbled and died,
But she still had a bit of life inside,
So she merged into me, not a second to spare,
Because my lady hath blessed me so fair.
I don't know from whence she came,
But she had been here for me, all the same.
Her ancient knowledge had held me true,
And I found the me who had left my crew.
The burden of my tears with her she took,
As she left me and went without another look.
I know not why she came, why she was there,
But I do know that, somewhere, my lady does care.
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amberglow
209w
Read MoreIt is a devastating liaison,
To love a volcano as much as I do,
But it is a catastrophic tragedy,
To reign in her fiery fury.
Soumya| ©amberglow
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I'm two days late for the prompt #fury but I liked it so much, I couldn't not do it.��
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srividya_giri
209w
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I've felt this many times, that when I'm really happy, my pen just goes mute. And it's negativity and darkness that propels my poetry forward. So I'd taken a conscious decision to write everyday, whatever be my emotional status.
#writersnetwork #writerstolli @_suruchi_ @ar_sh_ @orphicthief @repsycle @rahulkojha #dds #alfia #du @tomorrow_is_amazing @122raging_medico #excerptfromournights #darkqueen #darkkingExcerpt from our nights #9
He said,"I'm in a crisis"
As I asked him in vain, if he's in pain,
He smiled and said:
"I feel everything you feel."
He then said with a bowed head,
"I'm stuck in a dilemma-
You write best when your emotions are strong;
When you're sad, angry, mad and feel wrong,
When you're happy, You do not write as good,
So I'm always stuck in a loop
Wondering whether I should make you happy
Or I should fight with you to make you write better."
As he said this, I realised
I've a philosopher's life ahead of me,
Caught between the emotions
Of happiness that renders me mute,
And a cornucopia of negativity that makes my ink flow.
But baby, I wish you didn't have to worry,
Let me decide what I want to be.
©srividya_giri -
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rupal_teotia
209w
Read MoreI am working in the city named Gurgaon, I respect my job because it provides me bread and many a trendy luxury, along with the big buildings, metro plazas & cinemas, which often fail to infatuate me
I'm a lover of real preserved beauty
A piece from my everyday routine
Hope you like it
*Pease don't give a like, if you won't be able to make a complete readWIRED STREETS
Travel wouldn't have been monotonous
If chariots took her to places
The rain wouldn't have looked gloomy
If windows never opened up in wired streets
Can we say what's pictersque ?
Maybe the old old ancient rides
Where agriculture farms on terraces, were beautifully inclined
She loves to love
But where? Not between the vehicle sirens or crowded restaurants
She has glanced unicorns in her before life
& Maybe that's how she expects to see besides
Alas! metropolitan dump & ashes
It's been years since, she glanced up the sky
& Saw a rainbow flashing
Maybe it's covered behind the circles of pollutants
She's mourning the death of flowers and insects
who required purity in the water & land
Romance! Is indeed
blocked inside a box on the t.v screens
which reflects the rituals unrealistically
Telling us that only riches in the modern age are meant to love
But my dear friends, let's make this planet lovely with our love
I'm also a sinner within some corner
Who just adjusts to adjust!
©rupal_teotia
