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Monetary Obligations
From staying up till 3 am watching Netflix & Prime,
To staying up till 3 am matching International timelines.
I grew up.
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Man on a Cliff
An old soul once told me,
"You must bare to what you witness and be the only witness to what you bare."
©prisonerof_pleasure -
One of a Kind
Tongue of a cowboy boy,
She hates small talks, long walks, romantic dates and live music.
Some days it's hard to love her, on other days she's a hard lover. On some days she's a total stranger, the other days a lethal ranger with long nails for claws.
5"4 ft. In size, She claws and bites, lands a few blows, all she can smite and you dare raise a single decibel in your voice.
She'll end up crying in the middle of the night..
Big fan of Salman Khan.It is different, she smiles differently while watching him.. Which is why I too end up watching his stupid reality shows and movies, not a critic but I'm just critical on my flavours in life. We are total opposites! Me and her.
I like hills, She's a beach person
I'm leo by zodiac she's a lioness in person!
I prefer peace and she likes it loud
She'll put up some fatal fights and then makeout..
I'm an old school romantic and she is almost an elf warrior!
It's funny how we fight, I use sarcasm which she later kills with profanity.
She lands a few punches to the abdomen followed by a an elbow at the back ending with a domination round.
But she's a keeper, As I dig deeper into the benchmarks of our time together I see clearly.
I'm a visionary, and she's a dreamer.
I'm meaner when synchronize my footsteps with her so that we could tackle anything that life throws in our way.
She has her own defence mechanisms.
A notorious child in a grown women's body makes you more than furious, it is phenomenal, unique in every form of it's nature.
And that's what makes her special.
©prisonerof_pleasure -
prisonerof_pleasure
140w
Read MoreHappiness, it is textbook, there's a process, it takes precision, commitment, attitude and faith. #AHappyLife #StayProud #pod #prisnonerofpleasure #eldiablo #wordsmith #writtersnetwork #readwriteunite #thewritersdesk #mirakee #shortstories #mirakee #poems #poetry #writersnetwork #quotes #quote #stories #ttt #quoteoftheday #writersofig #writersofmirakee #wordporn #writing #writer
'Happiness' it is textbook
Everything that I wanted in a life partner, when we met at the crossroads the one who precisely matched with my wishlist became my best friends.
And the one totally opposite of what I've always imagined, we became lovers.
I saw the relevance your soul mate and your right person are not the same person.
Life has taught me several things, one of which is life has always got plans for you, it's the choices you make that alters the flow.
Life is crazy as it is and one does crazier things for love so let yourself possess the flexibility that when you travel down that road the heart is willing to experience new thrills, the new show!
Momentarily satisfactions are fun and all but when you encounter the real plan,
Take a stand, be man enough to make commitments!
It is a process, 'Happiness' it is textbook!
Stay crazy, unapologetic and proud,
Let your heart bleed poetry, let your soul choke on laughter!
Put a filter, let only positivity enter your psyche.
Live at your fullest you're on a mission of rebuilding yourself so when you take a moment to look back on all the kilometres that you've covered,
You hold no regrets!
Let your demons out in the open,
Let them judge you for it, let them call you insane,
Let the sane ones live like a robot,
You live the way you want!
©prisonerof_pleasure -
prisonerof_pleasure
145w
How do you know she's the one
Make a plan,
When you both wake up late and cancel it with zero shame, then you know you two are made for each other. Never let go of her. -
prisonerof_pleasure
166w
The Final Piece
So let this be the trivial peroration,
A mere denouncement,
Barely an epistle that will betray and test of how you cognize credence.
Still existing as a trammel of criminal faith,
Not just once, not that dumb!
The purgatory was set on loop at play.
Pleasures of touch and with that of lust,
The kinda love that preys on impulse.
Scourged and seasoned by blames and disgust, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Liberated through the blood at last.
And so I remained adamant, ignored the constant pleading.
This time I was not gonna let this fucking trouble maker loose,
It had done enough damage already.
Leaving two dusted souls to suffer.
Lie if you beg to differ!
I've witnessed wilderness parley for pasture,
Solitude bargaining over a disaster.
Dreams as broken as their master.
Yet here we are, tryna fix a broken heart with a band-aid and thirty-seven coats of plaster.
©prisonerof_pleasure -
prisonerof_pleasure
166w
A Facade
An acquainted soul bared the similar fate.
She told me she'd kick me in the eye if I ever try to contemplate.
She said she'd lie mercilessly if it ever comes to a debate.
She wanted to be left alone in her torment,
An adverse, hostile aura that cognate to all that passed for a hoax with a clean slate.
I had established that exact same state to cogitate my inducement.
A home, the residence to all that I preach!
Please teach me of all your deceptive ways,
I'll masquerade a fake smile,
Frame a phony disguise and walk along with you.
It is not that I'm a fickle of your imagination,
It was real, I was there,
Your temperaments took it's toll on you,
Punched a few nails in my chest and vanished.
That's the only way I knew around love,
All eyes and blemish.
©prisonerof_pleasure -
prisonerof_pleasure
166w
Her Frown
She wanted me to remember her by everything that I did to her.
She made sure of it that I'll do.
She said she'll ruin love for me,
She'd ruin me for any other women that that would ever come too close.
She'd ruin me as Thanos ruined the mankind evanescing fifty percent of them away.
She took the virtuous half of me
And made sure that it does wreck me too.
Maybe it did,
For all I care the last time I checked
I was still breathing,
Still breeding a perpetual agony
Stressed over fabricated emotions.
My poetry, still bleeding abhorred blasphemy,
Taunting off confessions in the potter's graveyard.
The nights, still screeching, leaching off drunk calls and liberated tolls..
©prisonerof_pleasure -
prisonerof_pleasure
172w
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It's a state of cherishing what's lost and what's yet to be delivered... #Lonliness #TraitNotAState #pod #prisnonerofpleasure #eldiablo #wordsmith #writtersnetwork #readwriteunite #thewritersdesk #mirakee #shortstories #mirakee #poems #poetry #writersnetwork #quotes #quote #stories #ttt #quoteoftheday #writersofig #writersofmirakee #wordporn #writing #writer
Loneliness
It wasn't an illusion,
Wasn't anything contemporary,
It ran deep into my veins,
Been soaking up under my eyes.
Long enough that I barely remember a time
When love stood by my side!
Although I'm decrying the unbiased scrupulous locution as your perspective on it stands flawed and fallacious.
See, it was never about a place or a person.
Neither about grief or solitude.
Nor deserted or botched.
It was a trait never a state,
That was feigned with a fiend intent.
You give a piece of yourself to every soul you touch,
It's the fragment of your psyche that is left concealed,
And some of those that were lost in the faith gamble, that feels forlorn.
And that! Is the face of your loneliness..
©prisonerof_pleasure -
prisonerof_pleasure
174w
Read More
When the words were brought to justice a million desires burnt that night... #TheBirthOfAMisery #LitNotions #AtTheBreakOfDawn #pod #prisnonerofpleasure #eldiablo #wordsmith #writtersnetwork #readwriteunite #thewritersdesk #mirakee #shortstories #mirakee #poems #poetry #writersnetwork #quotes #quote #stories #ttt #quoteoftheday #writersofig #writersofmirakee #wordporn #writing #writer
The Birth of a Misery
At the break of dawn when the sky is lit,
But not the wake of the Sun,
It's when the Moon went to sleep.
This thought that's been bothering me,
Kept me up all night..
Hands forced down, the birth of a misery.
I had been hiding it under my sleeves,
A note that read all your secrets, as a reminiscence.
It elucidated of a time when faith had a face
And the evocation was content and perfect!
I had to calm that warm symphony of voice,
Destroyed in a second that had left for judgment.
I had it under control,
The moment was beneath me,
And while I was reckoning the consequences,
My leg was caught and pulled down from the toe, and I immersed, set to let drown.
The number of nights we spent together could never compensate for the number of knifes you put in my heart..
The amount of loyalty you show me now,
Could never indemnify for the times that you lied to me when I trusted you..
A decapitated desire left at the wink of an eyelash..
It was more than what you could break in an instance,
More than that the means of your loneliness,
More than merely love,
It was hope that was up for bargain.
And star gaze a memory with no place or a person, but with that of fabricated emotions.
Notions dipped in blood, that blood lit on fire,
A billion desires scorched that night,
And some more that were caught up in the wildfire.
Unveil the veil this time,
Before you come back to me.
You'll be judged for your debauchery
And for that of your fiend intent.
Tonight is the night for retribution,
Whatever's left of the fiction
And that of the phony disguise,
We are orating justice here,
Whatever's left of your sins..
Whatever's left of your wicked psyche..
Whatever's left of your skin..
©prisonerof_pleasure
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branthan
151w
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allbymyself
151w
Read MoreTwenty three times
I have ended
Up saving you
But what nobody
Talks about are
The fifty four
Times I watched
You save yourself
Your eyes are
A universe and
Your voice speaks
From another room
As you tell
Me that sometimes
It is a
Tragedy to be
A writer, but
Mostly it is
Just a way
Of bringing yourself
Back from the
Grave, to be
A writer is
To jump from
A cliff and
Yet escape unhurt.
Gloriously is one
Of your favorite
Words, you love
How it simply
Rolls from the
Tongue and makes
The softest of
Sounds as it
Hits the grass
Psychopath is another
And sometimes you
Wonder if you
Are one, often
Your mind ends
Up taking a
Detour into the
Realm of insanity
And the thing
That terrifies you
Most is how
Normal it seems
How thin the
Line between both
Ends up being.
The touch of
Your fingers is
Like electricity flooding
Through my skin
I gather small
Flecks of stardust
The rare ones
That fall to
The floor, and
Put them in
A glass jar
The light that
Reflects back from
Them is like
White hot heat
Framing my face
That is how
You live, that
Is how you
Love, it will
Be short, it
Will be sweet
And it will
Burn with the
Fury of one
Hundred and one
Unloved crimson stars.
- Avitaj
@accismus @dopamine @stalkerGloriously Psychopathic
The only people for me are the mad ones, who never yawn or say a commonplace things but burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
- Jack Kerouac -
theboywiththespecs
151w
Sadness is rarely told.
That’s why, I’ve an oeuvre
of poems that’re sad. -
shylorobin
169w
Read MoreI'm like thorns edged at the sole of your feet,
Waiting to be recognized,
Causing you a myriad of pain,
Digging at your innermost soul so deep,
But still you won't learn.
I'm like the Hawks that pick at your eyes
Blinding you,
Keeping you handicapped,
Attached, no! dependent on me!
Yet still you don't learn.
I'm breaking you apart piece by piece,
With no intention of making amends,
Taking your most utilized possessions,
And here you are,
As submissive as ever.
"Why do you stay?" I once asked.
You replied with, " the love that lies deep is all I see, that laugh is all I hear."
"My pain is shadowed by your attention."
"My love is triggered by your devotion."
I'm left appalled by your words,
Too Confused.
Why would you prefer to remain trapped in your own nightmare?
Stuck to your own despair!
©shylorobin
#readwriteunite @mirakee #depression #pod @writersnetwork #life #cagedByFearDeath trap
I'm like thorns edged at the sole of your feet,
Waiting to be recognized,
Causing you a myriad of pain,
Digging at your innermost soul so deep,
But still you won't learn.
I'm like the Hawks that pick at your eyes
Blinding you,
Keeping you handicapped,
Attached, no! dependent on me!
Yet still you don't learn.
I'm breaking you apart piece by piece,
With no intention of making amends,
Taking your most utilized possessions,
And here you are,
As submissive as ever.
"Why do you stay?" I once asked.
©shylorobin -
bashful_wordsmith
169w
Read MoreYes, it's cringy, but I am past the point of caring. (probably)
Edit: Any writer recommendations on Mirakee whom I can follow or read their works? Would love to actually do my part as a reader here for once.
P. S. Especially those whom you think are underappreciated.
#writersnetwork #mirakee #readwriteunite #pod #writersofmirakeeThe only problem is that we have created tragedies out of ourselves,
Mistaking hearts to be ice that need carvings.
Because you were so much more than the first glance hate that pukes out of you,
Or the vague blurriness of your vision that you try to evaporate.
Our distaste at ourselves pricked copper our of our beings,
Trust me, your steel and blades once knew what is tranquility.
©bashful_wordsmith -
branthan
169w
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autumn had plans for her
to love her with all
the colors of the
fallen leaves.
but she ran away with the winter
a cold white kiss was all
she ever wanted.
No matter how hard you try, somethings aren't meant for you..
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A forgotten art.
Even the chaos
in me knows a
certain order. But my
conduct has been
lost to hands that have
refused to stay. I was held
last night in dungeon
alleys and street lights shine
like they mirror the
treacherous moon. What's
real is a mere illusion, hearts
pricking other hearts
with rose thorns, only to
find rock solid apathy.
They've forgotten how
to love
or worse
learnt
how to not.
©champagnesupernova -
Her heart was mauled once, without an ounce of pity.
And now it knows to love mercilessly.
©girl_in_white | Vaishnavi -
whitewings
245w
I heard a song in the cab today.
And in the middle of a busy street
of a regular weekday,
it teleported me,
in your embrace.
The melancholy, the ache,
the romance and wait,
every emotion resonated
with my heart's waves.
And for a moment
I was smiling again...
Because the words gave me hope
and music hugged my pain.
©whitewings -
Dramatically grammatic.
Once, Synonym and Antonym fell in love.
Simile declared one was not like the other, and hence shall never stay together.
Hyperbole said this was the end of the world.
Onomatopoeia gasped in disbelief.
Metaphor lamented that the ship is sinking.
Litotes shyly intervened, "You know what? This is not uncommon".
Oxymoron courageously agreed, and there was a deafening silence.
Affectionately, Alliteration allured all and announced an arrangement among antagonists.
And that's how a Paradox was born.
©the_adultoscent
