Mirakee
VIVID
You came into my life
Fanned me like an instant film
Brought me out of darkness
Creating the picture-perfect
Polaroid.
©sarcasticbong
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OBNUBILATE
This City feels so loud
With delirious crowd
Phone stuck to hands
Living inside brands.
This city feels so loud
With fuscous cloud
Stuck into delusion
Without a conclusion;
'Bot book
Pot cook'
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sarcasticbong
1w
Read More#recipe #pod @writersnetwork @mirakee @writersbay
Edited �� Could you read again. 14.04.21GOD OF UNKNOWN
Recipe for making the bong
"The God of Unknown"
Ingredients:
× Half a dozen of personalities
× A spoonful of Unknown questions
× 2/3 of darkness from Svalbard
× A Jar full of pain from the rain
× A whole book of poetries called Unlove
× Freshly hand-picked Metaphors
× A pinch of verses dipped in curses
Even before starting the recipe, it could intoxicate you, to be safe until the end be patience and forget you have a heart to love.
Procedure:
Heat the cast iron pan on high flames,
Pour the pain boil it until you see bubbles,
then drop one by one all the personalities stir it well on low flames,
an ebullient aroma will start to fill the room
Now add a spoonful of Unknown questions, Questions that have souls attached to them be careful they might jump over you.
Now take the book cut through the pages,
book of poetries in a zig-zag pattern,
like the wrist of a lover who wrote poetries to hate her but couldn't Unlove her,
Now turn the flames to high and add 2/3 of the darkness from Svalbard an Ingredient that keeps the balance of the entity, stir until everything has been mixed well
Take a pinch of verses dipped in curses toss the pan and sprinkle the magic portion, an Ingredient that makes ripple in the timeline of every multiverse to relive the moments,
Finally, Garnish with freshly hand-picked Metaphors only for the ones persistence for the worthiness.
Eureka
Your, Bong has been created.
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DENY
Fate, another
human made bait
For a time
When they could deny
Being responsible
Of what they have
create.
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PACIFICATE
I have made peace
With
My demons
Under my bed
Now they lay
in
between the sheets.
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SURREAL
I claimed to be someone else
Under the surreal sky
With clouds holding
my tears
Birds flying away
with memories
I claimed to be someone else
Someone
who thought
The closure was a scam.
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SANE
I hope my lunatic words
leave a print, on broken
hearts bit by you
and they could
stay sane even in darkness.
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IRIDESCENT
(Celestial vibe #13)
Mind fight shadow kite
Blue night clever mite
Redo foresight, standby.
I feel blue, light coming through glittering diamonds speck shining around, my skin felt like a shield strengthened My heart pound as a crow dipped painted lugubriousness.
The sky turned purple, other colours jump around clouds to the mountains, mountains to the river where a red salmon swimming around. The sun turned all black and white.
“What ?”
Or perhaps it’s a negative image
lifeless yet to sleep in red,
“Maybe”
We all live in that darkness that throttles us till the last blood in this human flesh turned dark purple
“How do you learn such a thing ?”
Don’t you see it all around, those made-up names saw frames with pictures of imagination hanging.
“Can’t you smile ?”
Yes, haven't you seen me inside those mirrors, reality bleeding blue shimmering smile over my face called true?
“Can’t you be a little positive ?”
Who decides what’s positive and what’s negative?
“It has always been so”
You ask questions at the wrong
places and never find the answers.
The protagonist have been in an induced sleep, Kindly wait for the next ride of
'The Celestial Vibe Next Generation'.
Thank you.
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STYX
I'm the morning star
drinking whiskey on the bar
shooting star, smoking cigar.
Writing red in a pool of blood
Puny demons keep blaming
Fiery thorn will burn, stop claiming
Hell is mine as the stygian verses,
I rhyme
Shine that's a holy crime
Eyes red burning mime
White feathers wouldn't get a clue
Want to find me?
Come and drown in the Styx.
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CHAOS
Obsessed with the desire
to be consumed by chaos,
I wrote letters hanging on a bridge
to love that never existed.
©sarcasticbong
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inborn_scribbler
16h
Silence
I like silence,
but not the one before the storm.
I like silence,
but not the one oppressing opinions.
I like silence,
but not the one tolerating violence behind closed doors.
I like silence,
but not the one giving a parachute to the ego.
I like silence,
but not the one dividing nations.
I like silence,
but not the one used as a passive-aggressive tool to punish someone,
I like silence,
but not the one widening the rift between hearts.
I like silence,
but not the one forcing a person to stay in the closet.
I like silence,
but not the one dragging a life to death by suicide.
©songbriti -
jeelpatel
17h
Hyperboles
Van, at traffic signal, eatin' hydrogen of gasoline
Kidnappers, unmasked; drawin' maps, murders
Half penny in their caps, stories in dark goggles
Hyperboles-hinged-hostages, bornt out of rage
For, once, smile of innocence; now of cocaine
Security numbers, password patterns; mug up
Let finger-fishes move keenly, clever stares too
Walls are guards, and, burglars hide into lockers
Loyalty, a punctured sheath, laughing on trust
But, what if, sun sets in eyes to never rise again
Red barn, of giant-tyre-jeeps, at hillside, lonely
One lady, cross legged; coffee stained rosenkranz
Wild explosion in the offing, of lived-seclusion
For, her eyes, honed by fire crystals, bitter curses
Dare to knock, at her tamed violence; it's fatal
Cicada lands on thou; when catastrophe hits
Same skin, but wiser person floats underneath
Very fall, pulls leg down; unfair gravity it seems
Law of self expansion; chances to take, often
Bridges you construct, will lend you to an end
On high judgemental castle, short prose hovers
Careless in others' perspectives, but self-soaked
Biased metaphors, blunt synopsis; brutal tone
Mouths, full of opinions; should sing love, care
Every era of humans, will knit unity out of nihility
©jeelpatel -
aamukkhi
2d
A piece of me left with you
But peace holds within me ...
©aamukkhi -
bouncy
2d
Read More#cityc @writersbay 01:30pm 19.04.2021 #bb_er #slowly @writersnetwork
Tried something which is unusual for me.A city of blindfolded games
"But you are not supposed to look at me. You will be blindfolded", she blurted. This game of ours have been the tradition for many years.
She is usually egoistic and self centered. But when it comes to me, she never failed to remind me that I'm being loved.
By the evening she will arrive in the city.
I scrolled through my phone finding her newly updated display picture. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She always kept them black and white.
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I shut the door and she walked across the hall to find candles and a matchbox. And came back with a glass of wine. A girl, barely 19, is a classy woman with standards.
She still wears the same cologne I once chose for her. She will never be the women with perfect hair but she is a woman with perfect choices. She could never unlove me although I never returned it.
I smiled, she didn't return it.
"Don't you wanna talk?", I insisted while she is about to unbutton me.
"Does it matter when all you want is sex but not love?", She shot back.
I guess, she has decided to move on finally. I'm happy for her.
Slowly, she has set me free from the shackles that are welding me down. Taking the charge, she whispered perverted things in my ear. I felt home.
Every single inch of her body pressed against mine, she uttered, "Put your ego aside and let me lead you, I'll poison your sinless body with seduction."
I stayed calm as she instructed me. Even though all I wanted is sex, she is here to make love treating me like a child.
"Can I have you?
I shall spill the ink of blood through my veins into your mouth forming letters of love", she whispered running her fingers all over my skin.
I moaned, she slapped.
Her soft lips to my lips, she blew hot breaths. She tasted, entwined her tongue with mine. Her voice, a broken whisper got my nerves high. The adrenaline rush I felt was like electricity pulsating through each nerve in my body.
When she is done, she handed over the wine to me.
"Why do you want this, when you don't want me?" She spoke.
"Why despite the fact that I always pushed you beyond the limits both physically and mentally, you always come back?"
"I come back because I'm addicted to the animalistic craving of dark within you and wanting to attain something that is unattainable."
"But I think I may not be the marrying kind."
She dossed.
By the time I woke up she left the city. She also left the cologne. As I guessed, she finally decided to move on.
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bouncy
4d
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On a winter evening
When I walked past the dark streets
Having no idea of where and why
You guided me as the moonlight
And I discovered a part of me which
I never knew existed in me
Every night, the firefly producing
bioluminescence that passes by,
asks about you and I tell her
"He is a collection of paradoxes
Controversial wreck and a classical mess
Around dozen personalities in one
Who is predictable in his unpredictability
A poet in relationship with rhymes
Who lives in a cozy world called metaphors,
Walls decorated with cursing verses,
Furniture that bleeds pain"
"Wait! Is he a satan?" Firefly interrupts me.
"No! He is no sarcasam sarcasticbong who is as hard as the moon to own but the silvery luminance he produces is for the universe to own."
@sarcasticbong I can write and write yet not get short of words to describe you. All I wanted to say is THANK YOU AND SORRY.
@writersbay You know, you gave the right person. Thank you soo much bay �� #paradoxbong #weekendcSarcasticbong
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syaahiii
5w
Read MoreYour voice soothed my heartbeats
Heartbreak stabbed my poetry
O' traitor you ask , what you did
Gifted me a haunted lie !
Your love kissed my symphony
Goodbye dampened my blazed soul
O' traitor you ask, what you did
Shoved me towards the darkness !
Your hugs promised firmness
Last note sucked my euphoria
O' traitor you ask , what you did
Made my reminiscences dreadful!
Your deeds reflected madness
Last kiss worshiped Holocaust
O' trailor you ask , what you did
taught what eternity actually is!
©syaahiiiO' traitor
Your love kissed my symphony
Goodbye dampened my blazed soul
O' traitor you ask, what you did
Shoved me towards the darkness!
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1w
Read MoreStarlights = woman's significance
Hyperbolic = monopolized or harsh statements .
Furnaces = ill ideology of society
Severe sights = the eyes of devilish person finding way to harrassment .
#timesup #remainsc
Don't let the negligible values pollute the heaven
Being a woman is achievement in any succession .
@writersnetwork thank you so much for the lines of reposts ������..Time's up
Bury the devils
In their own grave
Wake as the rising sun
Remember a starlights too is brave
Trace the facades
And make them expose
Never let the stains reach you
Glow with the voices making sin dispose
Bury the sorrowful doses
Colouring the empowerment
Erase the hyperbolic sentences
Break those furnaces coding the measurement
Reform the injurious lines
Resign old , design new castle
Rupture the harassment in remains
Polish the courage even bearing hassle
Reflect the forgotten rights
Invade over the severe sights
Prohibit the enemy standing at heights
Keep burning the evilness playing at nights.
~alphabet -
bouncy
1w
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Making a cup of love
Ingredients:
A cup of Love
A cup of Libido
Tongue decorated with metaphors
Ten fingers holding poetries
Mouthful of verses
A pinch of submission
Few artistic skills to paint the canvas
Before going onto the procedure, add these for extra spiciness:
Set the mood right.
Set some candle lights all around your room, playing your favourite music in the background. You can choose a perfume to evoke the pheromones. Have a shot or four to get intoxicated.
Procedure:
Pour a cup of love and put the flame on low. Now, read her body with metaphors decorated across your tongue moving from chin to below side of her neck. Run the poetical fingers from her shoulders to curves of her chest and place mouthful of erogenous verses around the curves of her mamilla. Pass a pinch of submission until your souls connect and unfurl a tender electricity increasing the flame so the pride in both of you evaporates. Now pouring a cup of libido, dance over her naked body as she spreads her legs like a canvas hankering for the artist to paint her colours. Wanna be the best artist? Paint her blue, divide into her water, drown deep into her until she sway her hips like the waves of an ocean. Keep drowning until you sense a grape juice produced within the petals between her thighs.
Perfect artist. You nailed it.
©bouncy
#recipe @writersnetwork 10:30pm 13.04.2021
#bb_erMaking A Cup of Love
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I wonder what it's like-
To fall in love with your scars.
To hear their daring tales,
Of each earned through the wars.
Will I bleed when I hug your pieces?
Will the sharp edges pierce my skin?
Or will the frost in you turn me numb-
And greet me like the deadliest sin?
Tell me; what it's like-
To press my words against your lips.
Will I taste thunders and poetries;
Or all the people you've ever kissed?
When I trail my fingers on your body-
And over the cracks the world left;
Will I grow blades of green and flowers pink?
Or will the darkness pull me to the cleft?
And when you're drunk on your storms;
Will you shatter into my lap for calm?
My hands caressing the word 'karma',
Tattooed like a belt on your right arm.
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