Mirakee
I rant
I stop
I scream
I...stutter
I love the feel of your body on mine
The way our bosoms meet each other
Like a train crushing a vehicle.
Passion eats at us,
Me below, you above
Me above, you below.
Scream
Silence
Awkward silence
I run my fingers through your hair.
Slowly I trail my fingers on your neck bone
As your eyes sigh in surrender.
You meet me half way like one chased by the winds.
Buttons flying, fingers fumbling,
We just never have enough time.
Heart
Soul
Searching
Yearning...
We are like children feeding on stolen meat,
We do not savor the taste.
Hurriedly we swallow in chunks.
You almost choked when a knock came at the door
Light
Love
Chills
Your smile is bright.
It sits well on your face
The way you sit on mine.
Damn! You shame the angels.
Oops! our love won't sit well on them
Like your smile does.
Smile
Cold
Fear
"Let's be a real couple", you say
As your fingers search for mine.
I snatch my hand back in love.
These streets frown at garments like ours.
They say to be comfortable in your skin,
A rhetoric advice one can't take.
Sad
Pain
Indifferent
Our skin is soaked in "sin"
But the preacher said I'm saved.
Tomorrow we go again I in front, you behind
Our knees kiss the floor
"Forgive me father for I have sinned..."
Breath!
Deep breath!
We wear badges of maturity
And hang a stop sign on our hearts.
We sip our tea, a mixture of salty pain.
I cannot love you,
You cannot love me.
This queer love was dead on arrival.
© MerCuriAl
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mercurial
33w
One cold night.
I hate the cold. I hate how it hardens my nipples against my wish. Like a man caught pants down by his wife, I cover them with my palm and will my thoughts away. I hate how the cold forces me to miss you, talk about holding someone against her will. The cold, it cuts through my belly, leaves my pants drenched. I could fill a bucket with all the water. The cold, a reminder of how the smell of passion fills the room when your body finds mine.
Maybe I don't hate the cold. Okay, I do. Just a little. Definitely not more than I hate you. I hate how you gave me a taste of you and shut the door to my face when I desired more. I hate how even after all these months you can't get out of my head. I hate how you are trapped in my heart, a whole room to the memories of you. I still hate the cold and how it makes me shiver for your touch. Maybe my punishment for falling heads over flats(I don't wear heels) is this ache, this feeling like razor cutting my heart into tiny little pieces.
© MerCuriAl -
mercurial
33w
Self-abuse
...is pouring all your love on others and denying yourself the one thing you give so freely, love.
...is staying when they keep stabbing your fragile heart with hurt and betrayal.
...is shrinking yourself for others to feel great.
...is hiding behind the scene for another to shine.
Feed yourself love, stand tall, stand in the light!
You deserve love. You are enough.
© MerCuriAl -
mercurial
35w
BE NEAR
I am but a man scared of his reflection.
So I hit the mirror and create a rain of shattered glasses.
My eyes drawn to the painful cuts on my knuckle.
I feel no pain, no shame.
Afraid to stand before you I fled
Right into the arms where solace lies not
I am a scary cat afraid of his own shadow
I seek the dark where shadows cannot form.
The relief it brings is so short lived.
Even leavened bread brings better satisfaction.
I am a prey afraid of the hunter
When I fall I run in search of your face...again
Your promises filling my mind, I seek you
Just like the thirsty Deer searches for water.
So when the days grow dark and the light scares me,
When my mistakes mess with my head,
And lost opportunities come mocking me,
When doubts creep in and creates a vacuum in my heart
When fear crawls in and makes my soul weary
When the shadows appear long and scary
When my life becomes a horror movie
When living becomes a task, death enticing...
Teach me to trust your saving grace
Tell me the fog will clear
Draw me close to your bosom and console me like a child
Be my shield, let me cling to you.
Hold my hand and let strength slip through me.
Do not let the world match me to the grave
Let your light pierce my heart.
Lord, stand close.
Lord, hold my hands.
Lord, give me life.
Lord, please be near.
© MerCuriAl -
mercurial
37w
On nights like this, I doubt myself. Sleep seems far away so I drown in my thoughts. It's like being high on cheap drugs, except I need no drugs to get high. I get high on my feelings and all the emotions threatening to spill out from every pore in my skin.
On nights like this, I just want to crawl into a hole and fold myself into a box. I long for darkness, a safe place to pour down the salty stream lurking behind my eyes. It's like being drunk on "Kai Kai". Except there is no cage to crawl into, No darkness: the light is too bright, and no alcohol.
On nights like this, I just... think of the many things that should be wrong with my life and be grateful for how far I have come. Gratitude never becomes irrelevant, never gets old.
© MerCuriAl -
mercurial
38w
On nights like this, I love to sit on the Swing and cuddle my mood. So when you ask me "what's wrong ?" It wouldn't be a lie to say "I'm having mood swings".
© MerCuriAl -
mercurial
40w
Death is a Psycho
I think of you when I'm hungry,
Feeding on the memories of how we sat on the couch
Licking our fingers
Swaying to the music of our heartbeats.
I think of you when I'm happy
Remembering the times butterflies flew from our stomach
A channel through our mouths
A sign of this burning love.
I think of you when I breathe.
Recalling your breath on my body
As you explored
And drew lines on my skin with you lips.
I think of you when I hear your favourite song.
Lost in thought as I watch a couple pass by
Hands linked, heads together,
Singing your song, our song. It's us.
It's my head drawing images of us.
I think of you when I let the tears wash my heart,
Wondering why promises are dirty.
Maybe because they are unkept.
They need a wash.
I think of you when I bath.
I let the water wash over my pain and drown my silence.
It's a solace to cry under the shower,
Water knows it's sibling.
I think of the way breath left your body.
They say life is a story of how we die.
I guess even death has a story
Of how he snatch loved ones, roll in laughter
While watching his victims mourn in pains.
I think of you every day.
Death is crazy.
Death is a psycho.
© MerCuriAl -
Many emotions hidden behind the emojis
Pains stacked behind the smiles
Tears buried under keypads
Hearts say the opposite
Fingers type "I'm fine"
Stretch your arms
Bridge the gap
Sometimes "I'm fine" is
Unexplainable feelings
Words too wordy to shorten
Spilled emotions one can't gather
I'm fine is not fine after all...
©MerCuriAl -
mercurial
43w
Don't sit me on your laps
And run your hands all over my little body
I'm not an island you should explore
I'm 5 and I'm fragile
Let me be a child
Don't slide your fingers into my panties
And cover my mouth with your hand
Don't hide my screams under your cloak
What sick pleasure do you derive?
I'm 5 and I break
Let me be a child
Don't draw me into the darkness
Nor lock the doors of your room
Don't draw out your tool
And push it down my throat
I'm not hungry, Uncle
I'm 5 and I shatter.
Please let me be a child
Aunty, don't call me "a big boy"
And draw me closer to you bosom
My lunch is in the kitchen
Not on you chest
I'm only 5 and I crack
Let me be a child
But wait Uncle
The hole on my butt has a function
It is not your "testing ground"
Why do you hurt me?
And cut my screams with threat
I'm just a neighbor's little boy
I'm only 5 and I fracture
Please let me be a child
Don't steal my innocence
Don't haunt my dreams
Don't break me
Don't curse me
I'm fragile
Fragile things break
Fragile things shatter
Fragile things crack
Fragile things fracture
Let me be a child.
©MerCuriAl -
mercurial
62w
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Day 35
Antiseptic smell
A scream there
A wail here
A moan there
A wince here
A stop here
A pause there
"How are you?"
Fill the air
White coats
Jogging through the rooms
Sometimes replies come in the negative
Other times the positive ones drop
Some lost, some survive
Next time your neighbor screams
"Do you know who I am"
Lead him to the place filled with painful moans
Guide him to the tombs of those who have mastered the arts of not feeling anything
Remind him that he is just
A time bomb waiting to explode
#365DaysOfPoetry
#MerCuriAl2020TIME BOMB
Antiseptic smell
A scream there
A wail here
A moan there
A wince here
A stop here
A pause there
"How are you?"
Fill the air
White coats
Jogging through the rooms
Sometimes replies come in the negative
Other times the positive ones drop
Some lost, some survive
Next time your neighbor screams
"Do you know who I am"
Lead him to the place filled with painful moans
Guide him to the tombs of those who have mastered the arts of not feeling anything
Remind him that he is just
A time bomb waiting to explode
©MerCuriAl
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Story told by the Faded Shirt
I am worn out, with two tiny holes
Wrinkled and faded, a shade of coal
Every other day I'm soaked, I'm scrubbed
Squeezed, and dried in the heat of the sun
I am one of the only two shirts,
that boy in the first year B. A. owns
Handed down by the masters son
for whom three hours a day he works.
He lives with pa ma, both hardworking
and three little siblings busy schooling
Hand to mouth their everyday living
Rainy days too many in the counting
His eyes shine bright with determination,
worry of the future, his only distraction
Deaf to the ridicule that I bring to him,
Mighty ocean ahead he dares to swim.
...
I'm that faded shirt, your storyteller
I hang ironed crisp, on a hanger
I stay with the branded shirts, trousers
Tiniest among all, I'm a proud souvenir
The story goes on, of the hardships he faced
Of freeing the family from misery and woes
His walls adorn a thousand accolades
Telling his winning tales, songs of praise.
He sits on high pedestal, yet down to earth
Honesty his crown, justice prevails in his court.
I, the witness of his years of hard work,
Am proudest of his brave heart made of gold!
©laveenapintoserrao -
thoughts at night
******
I stay up all night,
Running through the maze
I call my mind
When I'm idle
During the day
My goals and wants
Roam freely in this maze
When I'm sad
My flaws and shortcomings
Hit like a hurricane.
When I'm down, worried or frustrated
The memories pierce through my skull
Turning the daggers on my heart.
When you aren't there
Beneath the world's eye.
I am not as strong
As I wished i'd be.
So please be careful what you say to me.
“if only you knew...
The thoughts
that goes through my mind.”
©oyindasola -
thegreymetaphor
5w
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#averypettyrant
#animpracticalrant
All the refrences are from the book 'To kill a mockingbird' by Harper Lee.Dear Atticus Finch,
Ever since I read you telling Scout that "most people are nice people when you finally see them", I've found myself living by it. Even when things got unbearably hard, I didn't let my belief stagger. Not by a lot, anyway.
As someone who grew up with a very simplistic view of the world and precisely, of people, I get very unpleasantly surprised everytime I discover a kind of person I never thought could exist.
In those times, your words prevent my faith from falling off the edge.
And I think I've tried fairly enough too. I've tried walking in other people's skin when I found myself despising them. I didn't let my friends turn into enemies when we disagreed. I've tried staying true to my conscience despite failing often. And I've tried keeping my head high and my fists down.
But somehow, it isn't enough, Atticus.
Maybe, the problem is in the lens I view the world from. Perhaps, it's my eyes that are ugly for choosing the to see the worst and victimizing myself. How can I not see beauty in the world despite everyone constantly asking me to?
But what do I possibly have to do to walk in the shoes of people who think being inhuman is just a human flaw?
People play with lives, trample on hearts, ruin one's trust and seldom stop to care about it's price. They destroy out of sheer entitlement. They kill in the name of all sorts of things. Power. Patriotism. Righteousness. Even God. And the worst of all, they justify it looking straight into your eyes.
Their eyes don't flinch, Atticus.
And they kill the mockingbirds without a second thought.
I envy you, you know? For staying true to your beliefs even after witnessing the injustice that happened with Tom and Arthur. Even after seeing the extent to which human ugliness can stoop.
This world is not very different from the one you lived in. It's not black and white and maybe, like Scout says, there are only one kind of folks. Folks. And they can't be bundled into categories of less right and more wrong.
But, with the way the light keeps burning out, what if it leaves completely before the world can even stop to breathe?
©Srishti -
Kamikaze
He says, "If you never trusted me before, trust me now." He is dressed in urgency and desperation but
I am still lifting the weight of our last unexpected hurricane from the shelves of my fragile shoulders. He wants to talk, wants to connect with me, wants the reassurance that I am still alive and actively listening-
but there is a bomb squad hanging from the roof of my hungry mouth. Too focused on disarming me to stop. I lift one stiff finger, signaling him to please, be quiet. With only one digit, commanding and not asking that we, "Honor this moment of absolute silence." He doesn't know he is in danger. He doesn't know, we are over here trying to save a entire community of innocent people from the Shockwave and the sting of a most bold and famous, kamikaze tongue.
©ajthewriter_ -
finnisam
7w
They crucified a broken king,
beat him down and flogged him.
Forced him to carry a throne of wood
soaked in sweat and soaked in blood.
Condemned by his own people,
denied by his trusted disciples.
The crowd turned their eyes to Rome,
and no crime could they find him guilty of.
And so he came to be deemed guilty
by a court of hatred that lacked authority.
Golgotha awaited his bloodied body
as the soldiers mocked the son of Mary.
Arms outstretched for humanity,
nails driven into his hands and feet.
We saw the Saviour and still did not see
that the cross he died on was a king’s seat.
“Forgive them Father, they know not what they do.”
Forgive us Jesus, for we killed you.
©finnisam -
reneewolfcrowdenunez
16w
Read More#windsc #wod #ceesreposts @writersnetwork @mirakee #writersbay
(Just a little parody on "winds" not meant to offend ANYONE!! fully endorsed by my husband!!)
The most explosive winds
I've experienced
Are the gale-force
Windy farts
Coming out
My husbands butt..
Sometimes
The winds will blow
From his posterior hole..
When too much beer
Had hit his gut
Or maybe it's the sandwich
I fed him for lunch?
Butttt
No matter how
You look at it..
The winds WILL blow
When he does sit!
He'll look at me
With a goofy grin
And then he says
"It wasn't me, honey
It must have been the wind.."
©reneewolfcrowdenunezTORNADO ALLEY
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reneewolfcrowdenunez
15w
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@writersnetwork @mirakee
#ceesreposts #writersbay #writersnetwork
(In dedication to my son,Darion may30th1996-jan.10th,1997. rest in peace my beloved Angel,I'll see you when God calls me home..��❤����)
He bought out the store
To make her smile
To remind her
That she's watched over
By angels..
All of the time
Sparkling reminders
With feathered wings
Golden and Small
Perfectly sized
To represent
Love
And
Innocent Blessings
Small Silver angels
Also
He chose for her..
To lift her
Sad head
And lift it high..
Enough
To look
Upon..
The love
Within
His deeply
Gazing eyes..
The love that told her
At this time..
You're not so far..
They're in your heart
Your Mother(s)
Brother
And Beloved
Angel Son..
Standing on rays
With wings unfurled
Peeking through
Clouds across the sun
And
In the alluring night
Within the stars..
They're not that far..
And while my
Heavenly hosts
Are aware of my needs..
I'm always watched
Over and upon..
Especially by my baby
In my mother
And
Mommy's arms..
By Gods blessed gift
Of my husband
Who reminds me
With HIS sparkling gifts..
And of the love he shares
With his full loving lips..
He speaks of my angels
All around me
"Call on them
Whenever you need them"
My Earthly Angelic hosts..
Or
Through the most difficult times
Standing strong
At
Their Heavenly posts..
They're willing to do
What I need most
When I'm in need..
Lifting their horns
They blow..
Then I heed
To hear their protection
And blessings
Through their songs of joy..
They play
With fury for me
When I've
Become
Broken..
They blow away
My salty sea
So I don't drown
And my walls
Are
Blown right down..
They'll play for everyone..
Even though
My husband's
MY angel on earth
Their are many to share
Angels
That are everywhere..
On your knees when
Fragmented and lost..
You'll have enough faith
To hear them..
I know..
And
When you feel their love..
It will begin
To hurt less..
And
Feeling protected
They'll blow down
YOUR walls
As well..
©reneewolfcrowdenunez*ANGELS TO SHARE
With wings unfurled
Peeking through
Clouds across the sun
And
In the alluring night
Within the stars..
They're not that far..
©reneewolfcrowdenunez -
reneewolfcrowdenunez
15w
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Word Prompt:
Write a 10 word short tale on Envy
@mirakee @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersbay #ceesrepostsENVY
Earth
Water
Growth
Food
Don't
ENVY
HELP
YOUR
Fellow
HUMAN!
©reneewolfcrowdenunez -
minal99
87w
Voices
A voice inside my mind
Always said you looked beautiful.
But the moment I stepped into reality
The voices of my mind faded,
And now,
The only voices I could hear were of
People and their criticism.
©minal99 -
zohiii
23w
Read MoreI'm not a person;
I'm a piece of music
that you found while
shuffling through tracks
after your first heartbreak.
with a heart drunk on
betrayal, you hit the
next button countless
times before you came
across me and I told
you that he was cruel
and you deserve better;
assured you that girls
like you, tend to cry
for guys like him, for
once and then never—
you never fall for
them again.
for days to come, on
lonesome twilights,
I sat next to you when
you plugged in your
entangled earphones,
and thought about him;
you were always on
the verge of breaking
down when I whispered
across your insides,
and held you together;
you felt free and strong,
you felt like a lady of
dignity that you
should be, and I
reinstated the same
over and over.
all you ever had to do,
was play me on repeat.
then came the day,
when you were finally
over him; you became
a wayward, bohemian
yet again ready to take
the wind in your hair,
on highways stretching
and disappearing into
the skyline; and as you
should've, you forsook
me; I lost my track in
the happy tracks of your
myriad playlists, and
you never listened to me
again on haunting nights,
nor on delusional day
breaks.
I went back to the unseen
abyss whence I came,
waiting for the day you'd
have your second
heartbreak and you'd,
maybe, come across me,
and I'd be there to remind
you of the woman that
you should be behind
your blurry tears.
I'm not a person;
I'm a piece of music,
not meant for festivities,
not for carefree drives,
or happy slumbers,
but melancholic music,
for times when you're
heartbroken; I soak in
your pain, until I can,
and when you feel full
life again, you can
forget me,
but I never,
forget you.
©zohiiiᴍᴇ-ʏᴏᴜ-sɪᴄ
