Mirakee
IDENTITY
Who am I?
A youngster broken by the Miasma of sorrow
Filthy but full of rage for the rail of tomorrow
They say I cuddle pile of dust
They say my pale looking face glints of rust
They say my life tells the tragic stories of Babel
They say I'm a victim in the thorny fist of fate
They see no human in the cloak of humanity I contain
They make me feel dreadful and resentful
They murder my thoughts and make me quiver
They cast my dreams into the furnace like silver.
I've broken through the mountains of my feelings
And crushed the oaths of my weaknesses
I've stepped into the oceans of my fear
And mull over what triggered my curse
I've paced every corners of my dreams
And have found the scrolls of my path
I've sailed through my NEVERLAND
And have arrived with treasures from my voyage
I've read the silence of my true self
And will make sure my mutterings are heard.
Because I look frail and scraggy
They think I dont have a voice
Because my wears looks all torn
They think I don't have a choice
Because my name sound obsolete
They think it can't be an Autograph
But I know who I am
If at all i'm not the wealth that makes the wealthy
I'm atleast the "peace of mind" that makes my clan healthy.
I'm the joy of my mother, and the pride of my father!.
©poet_tife
poet_tife
A visual artist,writer/poet,mobile photographer and mariner in the making
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Either or not you believe in me, I'm gonna win.
It isnt just a word,its BIGGER than it sounds!!!
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poet_tife
3w
FEAR AND PASTS
Like a fierce rage chopping off the cliff
And a free fall bashing through the dust
Like the chirping birds in their nests above
And sweeping ocean waves running towards you
Can you breath at all amidst disgust, oops!
In the igloo of ghosts
In the lair of witches
I hope you find the riches of the cave
Before your weak soul bursts into the grave! ..your fear'
Then you know it's your burden to bear
I know it's tough to think
But it's easier for feelings to shrink
Love is a conundrum that alters the philosophy of peace
You bear the pain and the pain and the pain
You think you're wrong but it is that you're wronged!
Enjoy the pain as you wriggle through the tunnel
For its not death that you think of it
It is death, as you're stuck in your own past
Rain upon rain, moments upon moments
Then you realize the true peace in the channel.
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poet_tife
3w
There was a time in my life that I wanted to fail, but failure rejected me.
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poet_tife
3w
I'm ALIVE, that is a sketch of hope!
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poet_tife
3w
GOODBYE
I wanted to cry, but then I remembered tears means nothing to you.
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poet_tife
3w
HELLO
Hello sweet, what do I say to the sweet sunny sun goddess?
How do we say the pink-ish hibiscus calls the Bee?
How does the moon stay with its focus up there?
How does the lips lurks perfectly in there?
How does the ocean tide never misses its paths?
How does the earth never cease to breath?
Hello sweet, how does the dose of true love never doze off the heart?
How does those beautiful lips keeps refreshing goodies?
How does the windy wind makes the trees claps?
How does the deserts deserts the valiant men into the den of death?
How does time keeps ticking in and away memories?
Hello my sweet, till you find answers to this riddles then you know why I love you.
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poet_tife
4w
ZEUS WITH SCARS
Because he could taste hell and tell its salinity
Multitude concluded about his insanity
His whole life is a stench made out of ferocity
He could speak, yet not speak in the very voice of Those.
His feet were loose like the rag in dust
The sky knew his pain,
He feels like he should crush the crust
For his tears were nothing like the downpour of rain.
He had no white lines for lust
Emotions travels like the running train
What does it feels like to be stuck by a pin?
Not just the little pin, a rocky pin in the chest
Oh! You thought he lost to the will of fate
Eek! He thought he did too
Life stares at him and whispered "come,my sweet boy".
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I still breathe and i love how soft oxygen slips through my nostrils;its peaceful and it's a summary of life. I love the resounding rumble of thunder when it rains,I love the clanging cups when we "cheers",I love the smooth movement of the rushing wind,I love the scorching sun-it makes my scalp think of the night: I love how fresh the morning comes,i love the beautiful ray-filled room I see daily. I love the noise of gushing liquid in the stream. I love the merry cloud, I love the frameless moon,I love the hue -(ness) of the trees. I love the rocky rocks that remains steady even till December. I love the phosphenles smell that smears the cold night!
I love breathing, I love thinking, I love painting, i love the amazing heart that births the art I live in... i love my purple blood that dwells in the heart of another... I love that awesome name that comes with the emoji of "in love".....
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poet_tife
4w
Just maybe if you hear them out, you won't judge them the way you did.
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poetibrah
2w
©poetibrah
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He's gone��
I'm happy, and at the same time, worried
Happy that you're finally in the place right for you; a place where you've always wanted to be; a place that that marks the beginning of your dreams
But I just can't help being worried
Worried that we'd grow apart
That you'd come to forget me, and be able to live without seeing or hearing from me for days
Worried that someone else might actually take my place
Worried that someday, you'd actually say my name in the unusual kinda way; with no feelings or emotions like you used to
Worried that someday, you'd actually sit beside me, without the urge to touch or hold me like you used to
I know you said I shouldn't bother,
That no matter what happened, you'd try not to cross the border
But I'm only human
And also.....a woman
And I can't help but feel this things:
Feel that someday, there'd actually not be a 'you' to talk to anymore
Feel that someday, everything about you would bring smiles no more
Or maybe it's not you I'm worried about, maybe it's 'them'
Maybe I just worry that they'll get too close, that you wouldn't be able to stand firm, and forget everything we promised
And I know you didn't promise forever,
But I still hope it's the both of us till ever
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Before you forget someone, you must also pay attention to the reason why he missed you, Everything is two ways, not one way.
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atticoftheheart
6w
Read MoreShe sleeps in the morning haze of winter
Wakes in the jubilant night of equinox
Dies in the shadows of dusk of summer
Her hair is a veil of golden sunshine,
A diadem that shows royalty and divinity.
Her laugh is a song,
Like a hymn in a cathedral.
When I close my eyes
and try to picture Heaven,
I can only see her bright face,
Her earthy eyes
And her smile that outshines the sun.
I lost myself when I found you,
but I know she'll guided me
Back to my
Summertimes muse.
The haze of summer hung in the air
blurring the lines between our bodies
The meadows fill with sweetness
The scent swirling in her lungs
Each blooming rose red as blood
As spring awakens
Softly in her touch
Cradled in the depths of her arms
But I watch from afar
As everything she touches
Pulsate with life
And grow til they touch the ends of the earth
filling your mind with the smell of daffodils
the worded anticipation of warmer, saturated.
Her smile rivals the sun
And I watch from afar
Counting the days
As the carriage in the sky drags the night in place
As the heavens sleep above her
Soon
She will leave these fields dry
And take back what she has given
When the leaves fade to brown
And are crisp and brittle
I know
She has returned so scarcely,
Aging that wine to perfection each time.
I’ll constantly be in a haze of bliss,
If she's around me,
Filling glasses with sips of pure sweetness.
Cloud form shapes within the skies
And light will glisten from each eyes
It is the winter
that makes the spring sweet.
(Persephone is the Greek goddess of spring)
©atticoftheheart
Thank you so much @writersnetwork ��An ode to the Persephone
She sleeps in the morning haze of winter
Wake in the jubilant night of equinox
Die in the shadows of dusk of summer.
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nimz_mystic
113w
He asked me a thousand times..
Did I hurt you?
And I kept on saying..
No you didn't...
Since I knew, its truth..
He never hurt me..
Never ever..
I hurt myself.
By letting him in..
Even after knowing everything
In a false hope, that binds your dream or wish..
That one day things might change..
I wish he would have asked right question..
Does it hurt??
Ya that's question..
Nd answer is yes..
But i thought there was a friendship too
Winded with ma crazy love
Thought he thought me as friend too
Nd he would know already that it does hurt..
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