Mirakee
I hoped you would
Paint me a rainbow,
But all I got was a blank canvas
With empty inkpots,
And so I painted my greys.
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Still, I'll wish,
Till the day I realize
I was wishing wrong.
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Concealed my greys on a rainbow canvas today.
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Amidst the cacophony of my thoughts
Your voice sang a song,
Gave me respite
In times when I was lost.
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My drawer is a graveyard.
I take out the first letter you wrote me
Reading it, I smile,
Thinking of how naive we were
Not knowing the pathways of life.
I see two movie tickets,
Dating three years back
It was the day,
When you first held my hand.
A silver locket caught my eye
And I couldn't remember,
When was the last time I wore it.
Hurriedly, I gathered everything
Also my swaying emotions,
Into the drawer and shut.
My drawer is a graveyard,
A graveyard of us.
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I close my eyes and float away
Onto the chain of thoughts,
Feeling complete, all by myself
Its in reality, that I'm lost.
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I did notice when we stopped saying 'I love you'
Told myself that with time, we grew,
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Apart.
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With oceans between us,
I never knew,
If I could ever start
And end my days with you.
Still holding strong,
To my surprise
The only difference
My days are your nights.
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You walk away
Just as effortlessly
As a sunset on a new moon night,
Ripping my heart, and leaving me cold
Yet, I sleep hugging myself,
With a hollow hope.
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Our conversations felt
Like embers in a dying fire,
Without vigour and life,
Yet, an undying will to fight.
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"When my heart is broken
Will you catch me
and hold me til I reach
that safe land?
Will you stay with me
when tears never dry
and pray that I may safety land?
Will you hold my soul
when it keeps getting trampled
to the floor?
Will you hold me tight
in your strong arms?"
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nbsanta
94w
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@writersnetwork @mirakee @samikshapattanaik @zenith_ @elly____ @_sparkling_soul @the_secret_soul @the_writer25 @alluring_tulip @jeniaynI am darkness
It's been ages,
since the light in me
has been lost
Lost in this endless
Void of nothingness inside me
The sorrows, the hate
and the loneliness
I feel them all
All i see is darkness
I've engulfed myself in it and
I've become the darkness too
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Drunk & Sad
A surprise visit,
the memories of us
painful, somewhat faded
sneak in the back of my head
uninvited
I can hear them knocking on the door of my heart
I try to hide
but they force their way in
as I sit there
on the edge of my bed
not moving an inch,
almost paralyzed,
strangled by the whispers of promises you made
I can't breathe
I can feel my heart being pushed down
in the dark depths of endless despair
helplessly,
I run to the kitchen cupboard
and open that old bottle of whiskey
and I drink
hoping to drown these feelings
only to find out
the trick doesn't work anymore
the damned things have learned to swim.
And now I'm drunk and I'm sad.
And it probably doesn't get worse than this.
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mirakee
93w
Read More'She knew with painful certainty that the opposite of love was not hate, but indifference.'
- Susan Wiggs
Tag with #indifference and share.
Do you know that the word CLAMOUR means a loud and confused noise, especially that of people shouting.
Use the word CLAMOUR in a sentence and post it in the comments below.Write a poem, quote or story using the word INDIFFERENCE.
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ericwk
93w
Apart
humming of our Hearts
synchronicity of Souls
definitely Deep
words connect a poet's Earth
horizons joined miles Apart
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mirakee
94w
Write a six word story using the word PAST.
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the_trippy_soul
95w
Read MoreWell, as they say, there's a first for everything. :)
#mirakee #unbridled #writersnetworkEven though you are long gone,
You are still there
In my memories,
rushing through me
desperately
and unbridled
In every single word scribbled on pale pages of my diary,
Every drop of rain that splashes on my gloomy hopeless face,
Every sip of whiskey that gulps down my dried up throat
And every breath of despair that inflates my shattered heart.
And I can't help but wonder
Why these memories can not be like you,
And just disappear one morning,
Just like
You did.
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pocketsmile
95w
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One suffocated room, slightly messy
With old fashioned switch board
Those fingerprints on it are the witness
Of my struggle of whole night
Whether to sleep or imagine something
Which is far beyond of my imagination
*** Here my Poetry blooms
With lots of wars inside my mind
Wooden bed, floral bedsheet
Embroidered with some butterflies
On those flowers, as if they will help me to dream
Some bizzare incidents or I'll see some of my lost
Friends, we're again walking in our school campus, running for our turn to prove
Our existence
*** Here my Poetry blooms
With clouds of my tears, burst on that
Pink floral pillow every night
My study table, handicapped since five years
But I made it balance by my old mathematics
Question paper which made me fail once
And helped my parents to judge me well,
That table is screaming out all of my
Interests and queries which my
Abandoned legacy doesn't allow me to think
But I'm faithful to those books
I wipe their dusty tears by my salt water
*** Here my Poetry blooms
With fingers of world, pointing to my
Failure, and they believe I'll fail till
My last exam of my life
Till the submission of my sighs
That dressing table, huh!
Where I've never dressed me up
I am ugly, carrying anesthetic desires
Half woken half slept
Never touched my skin with love
That reminds me about the yesterday's sin
Some ointments that reduce pimple
Some reduce my dark circles
Comb with lots of dull hair
And that glittery nail polish
I've never applied
I scratch my own dreams and
That wouldn't be possible with designed nails
*** Here my Poetry blooms
With my one grey hair in the middle of all
That I always want to hide, but Everytime
It makes me realize that I've my own rights to
Choose my dreams, I've my own age
That modern wardrobe, always cries
When I open the lock
It smells so Orthodox
Smells of society's judgemental thoughts
With whom I never argued
*** Here my Poetry blooms
With contemporary subjects
Depicts my eagerness to have wings
And fly high with my full sleeve clothes
Balcony is always a place of imaginations
I also get drown in some thoughts
But memories of my childhood
How I was used to be
How I was dreamt to be
But still there's a hope in those
Left over foods of sparrow
In my balcony, after seeing horizon
In life, she will come to see me
*** Here my Poetry blooms
With every sip of wine
In my slightly broken glass
//I don't buy the new one
I'm not habituated with new life
Cause new things can't feel my touch//
©pocketsmile
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#mirakee_reposterTo justify my words
I don't need the wings of
Imaginations to fly over my syllables
To rule my subconsciousness
I have my own cage full of Poetry
With proper space and punctuation
I can feel them with conscious
Pores of my skin
Myriad of eyes find it desolate
An impression of emptiness
But I find here the truth of naked life
//And at the end I'll use the metaphors
Of every corner of my cage
To make the truth less harsh...//
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azureabyss
95w
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ni89gale
100w
Read MorePeople always told
me if destruction had
a face, it would be
very similar to mine.
Those feelings currently
residing in my head
are refugees that fled
their home, my
savagely violent heart.
That my eyes saw
nothing but war and
darkness,
my hands stench of
impatience with
catastrophe engraved
on the flesh of them.
That my half felt smile
always looked guilty
for the casualties
laid by my mouth.
That my soul is hiding
behind the veil
of metaphors born
out of tragedies.
People always told
me if destruction had
a face, it would be
very similar to mine.
I always agreed
because I failed to
find a word that could
suffice all these.
©ni89gale
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#pod #fiction
@writersnetwork @mirakeePeople always told
me if destruction had
a face, it would be
very similar to mine.
I always agreed
because I failed to
find a word that could
suffice all these.
©ni89gale
