Hey guys, good to be back ^^ This is a kinda' weird approach I've taken here; it's sort of a mesh of several different styles inspired by a few of my favorite poets. But this one's also particularly near and dear to me, but I'm not going to say why that is just yet. I'm curious to see how you each respond to this. After it sits for a few minutes, I might start dropping some hints... or hell, I'll probably just bluntly spit it out after the first guess, as per usual haha Anywho, I hope you enjoy, guys Thanks ^^
EDIT: So yeah, since some folks are having trouble understanding what's going on here, I'm just gonna dump my proverbial purse out onto the table.
Okay, guys, so I'm an epileptic (Yes, another illness -.- I'm sure this is getting old, but what can I say? I've got a lot of shit wrong with me =P) -- mostly partials, tremors and ticks with the occasional grand mal = fun =P Anyway, this poem is supposed to allow you to peer into my thoughts as I go through each typical stage of a grand mal seizure. That's why it seems like three broken up or incomplete poems, because that's exactly what it feels like. I think it's pretty much linguistically impossible to articulate the -exact- mindset of an epileptic during a seizure, but this is as close as I can come, while still managing some kind of rhyme scheme. I also kinda did each set of the three in a way that -sort of- imitates three of my favorite poets of all time, each of them from totally different backgrounds and era. Thanks again, guys ^.^ Sorry for the confusion lol Lots of love
This, dear friends, is but the first collaboration of @turmoilmoon and @nil_markas -- back from the dead, it would seem ;) So tell me, have you -- much like Turmoilmoon and myself -- ever wondered what a first contact scenario with an extraterrestrial civilization would really be like? Would it be a wondrous and gloriously shining moment for all the world to behold? An instance in which all of our petty differences would simply melt away, elevating us to a higher level of consciousness, understanding and global cooperation? Would it send the world into complete chaos, just by learning how insignificant each of us really are? Well, ours is a prophetic glance into what -may- become of us, on such an occasion; taking into consideration the historical facts regarding our current understanding of human to human first contact scenarios. -However-, the human spirit and our will to survive has long dazzled and amazed, has it not?
From the twisted minds of Turmoilmoon and Nil Markas, we proudly give you, our new poem, "The Fermi Paradox." Thank you ^^
Hey guys, I know it's been... well, quite a while since my last post -- and I do apologize for the excruciatingly long periods between each of my posts. I've become the Tool of Mirakee haha (I wish -.-) But anyway, here's another potentially depressing poem by yours truly, Nıl Markas *polite bow* Uhh What else? Oh, yes, it's probably going to come off as depressing; but no, I'm not depressed xD Quite the contrary! Things are finally looking up for ol' Uncle Nıl. So please, try to refrain from pitying me lmao And well, thanks a bunch for your patience and support! And I'm deeply sorry if I missed anyone. My memory's not what it used to be -.- Much love, folks!
So yeah... I'm so very sorry for the impromptu, and unforgivably long hiatus, guys =( About six months ago, I ran headfirst into the worst case of writer's block I've ever been forced to confront -.- My words were taken from me. And the longer I waited, the guiltier I felt. And well, the rest you've heard, so without further ado, here's Enigmas
Here's my first real word-salad/def entry, and still one of my personal favorites ^^ I hope you all enjoy
P.S.: This is meant to be read rather fast and rhythmically, a bit like a Def poem. It all comes together if you get the timing right Timing is everything here; and the words themselves are basically meaningless. This is an aesthetic flow, something like a rap.
This was, what I consider to be, my very first -real- poem. I wrote it one morning, after awakening from an unusually strange dream, even by my standards. The composition took me about five whole minutes. It was as if I'd already known all of the words -- total déjà vu. Anyway, it's a bit of an odd one, I know o.O But I sincerely hope you enjoy it, my friends ^^
This is a poem I wrote for my nephew, on the occasion of his 19th birthday. He's a tough young man, especially considering the fact that he was born with only one kidney =( It's been a source of endless pain and illness for the poor kid. I decided to post this, not only with his permission, but at his request. His poor health is the only real relevance with fragility, because overall, he's a tough son of a gun lol I hope you enjoy, folks.
I started writing this years ago, while I was in the hospital, after a near-fatal car accident. Thankfully, I was the only one who was hurt A few of you know the full story, which was detailed in some of my earlier poems, namely the aptly, if not bluntly titled, "The Cause" and "The Effect" -.- Anyway, sometime before said accident, I found myself in an even more devastating situation -- an abusive relationship with a real devil of a gal... seriously The car wreck was quite honestly a blessing in disguise. It gave me plenty of time to think, and write ^^ However, my time spent with this seductress brought nothing but heartache, sheer despair, and ultimately, a misguided and lingering sense of misanthropy But I truly believe that I've now fully recovered from this mental conditioning; and that's largely thanks to my super supportive friends and family, as well as all of you kind folks here on Mirakee ^^ I owe you all so much Thank you all so very much for your compassion, your consideration and your endless succor! I hope you enjoy this ⚘
She was my bliss for a time, my enrapturing splendor In her, I discovered all that I could, and should ever be I threw myself at her feet, a most devoted pretender Quite smitten, love-bitten -- clear in every lovenote I'd written, Pliant and happy, when down on one knee I knew nothing if only that She was the one whom I pined for, And She knew that no matter what She'd command, I'd agree Despite what my loved ones would surely surmise, I saw just what I wanted -- desirous love in her eyes But verily, sadly, She only saw an obsequious fool of a servant in me Blind to her every individual failing, Entrenched in her marked cruelty prevailing And duly, they'd surfaced, each faint imperfection But still I stood by her, too disheartened to see To her, I believe I was a work-in-progress, Gullible and hanging on each broken promise, Her poor, dumb and dejected, old "doubting Thomas" So obedient to her every iniquitous plea
When She'd burn, I would soothe her When She would weep, I'd ache She would sing and I would slumber When She'd tremble, I would quake
Woe is me, the ever spurned, by my dearest and disloyal For every inkling that you would, one distant day, my heart despoil My plague and panacea, in soft and shining mortal coil Better now, though bitter was my long and endless toil
But to me, She was something so much more, My endless source of inspiration, who on the surface, was warm and loving, Though rotten to her very core She'd cast to me her admiration, as pearls before swine, unto appetent ears Gently wiping away all my tears, then laughing at me while my back was turned But it was only for her that I had yearned O' the passion as my heart, it burned! A love so often unreturned, as coldly as it would come to be And in the aftermath, I'd finally see That She was both my sweet escape, and my lovely, last embrace The sole and lonely shot in my warm revolver, Concomitant with every lost hope erased The most unforgivable, ultimate sin, To swallow the slug, much to my chagrin, She'd leave me to perish, once withered within, Then rob me of whatever of my dignity's left, Broken, then moribund, and finally effaced Yet still my last thought before dying Would, of course, be only of She
--Nıl Markas-- (April 9th, 2018)
(The background image is something I found by fortuitous coincidence, via Google search o.O I don't own the rights to the painting, and I've not a single clue as to who painted it -- though I searched diligently for its provenance -.- The reason I chose this image is due to the fact that the woman in the painting bears an uncanny resemblance to the woman in my poem ...Weird.)
The world we live in is like a beautiful garden with thousands of different flowers. Flowers which are humans from different races, ethnic groups and religion.
Slowly, our world began to hate each other. The whites created a rift with the blacks, bringing into existence what we now know as racism. And religion started to separate even the whites from themselves and the blacks too.
Humanity turned against itself and we created a battlefield for our children. Parents taught their kids not to mingle with children from a different ethnic background. Oh! what a tangled web we weave.
You remember the day when you fell of the stairs so badly ...you were crying but Daddy said hey my little brave princess... don't cry your single drop of tear can drown this whole world..your one little innocent smile can save the world from sinking...the beautiful misconceptions of your about hell and heaven may later when you grow up would seem to be just a mere concept...may be your cup of hot chocolaty milk would change into a chilled drink of alcohol... at times it would seem for the future that you are prepared But the thought of commitment would make you to be scared You'll experience your new first love As the world would seem to end there without him These feelings you'll feel to be different and new Being loved and adored would be the reason that your confidence to grew.. You'll feel like his love will help you to cope But then at the same time you'll think of what if he leaves you.....you can't stand by..on your own.. Young by age... matured by the mind ...the little girl then would be harder to find again... remember the day when you first rode your bicycle and you couldn't maintain the balance and fell off.....you were crying but mom said hey sweetie Don't cry ...you won't even ever imagine how stronger you are....each time you fall and the deeper cut you get the more ways you learn to heal yourself better with time..... you'll be getting older now ......not a child anymore.,....not yet an adult........your soft fair hands would soon with time change into wrinkled and weak hands....your bones would get thinner with passage of time.... you'll be having so many apportunities..... Sometimes you would be alone even being in a crowd.... As you'll struggle to take the world before you Overwhelmed by the bigger picture The adulthood that lies ahead And it must be hard for you to accept That you would be building a life for yourself Making mistakes that you can not cure Choices that you never dreamed to make... I'm not going to feel guilty for the things that I did And I'll say that I'm no longer a kid This is a fight I'm willing to win....
~ Pending after pretty long. This wonderful syllabus form by chachu @iammusaafiir and dear ma'am @geraldine_mary persuaded my writer's block to concretize something. Hope I did justice to the form chachu and ma'am ☺️❤️