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  • writeweird 18h

    desolate kingdom

    what a sad night
    with no stars

    no whisper to breathe
    and of broken hearts

    heavy air
    weighing us down

    memories speak
    for the scars

    unbecoming and
    for something less

    something small
    something else

    the world has died
    the world has died

    and it cannot be
    the same again

    we'll just disappear
    when this ends


    ©writeweird

  • writeweird 1w

    no better tomorrow

    sorry eyes
    won't let me die

    my heart flies
    and drowns again

    the world has died
    the world has died

    and it cannot be
    the same again

    days come and
    go,

    restless, we never
    change

    falling in love
    falling in love

    we don't even stop
    for the pain

    we don't even feel
    the rain anymore

    there's nothing outside
    the windows

    there's nothing for
    us here

    and we'll just disappear
    when this ends

    without a friend
    it's never been so easy

    i've watched myself
    suffocate and so freely

    nobody noticed
    and nobody cared

    nobody saw me
    rushing through my years

    now there's no
    place to go

    i don't have anything
    to be

    all i see, is how the
    emptiness grows

    on that old childhood
    tree,

    that don't stand there
    no more

    and i still do,

    waiting to fall sleep.

    ©writeweird

  • writeweird 2w

    I've been finally able to write something down after such a long time, and what better than the absolute sadness that haunts every corner of my fragile existence.

    I hope you enjoy it, as I did, as I was awakening.
    #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork #sad #hurt #night #alone
    #dying #here #pain #sadness #love
    #depression #dark #feelings #jammu

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    a certain paralysis

    I've been standing here
    staring at the walls

    it's been an hour and I'm
    still thinking, the world's
    sinking further away;

    there's someone outside
    and he's singing

    it's making me cry,
    it's making me cry;

    i think i finally remember
    it's the day i die.


    i feel so small and
    the room is shrinking

    somewhere in the distance
    i can hear the phone ringing

    maybe someone someplace
    knows of what i'm thinking,

    for how long can one
    live with a lie ?

    there's someone outside
    and he's singing

    it's making me cry,
    it's making me cry;

    i think i finally remember
    it's the day i die.


    the man in the mirror
    knows i've been drinking

    i hold myself together but
    the world won't stop spinning

    i've been spiralling where
    i stand, and i am sinking further
    away;

    falling deeper into the abyss
    and i've stopped blinking,

    there's someone outside
    and he's singing

    it's making me cry,
    it's making me cry;

    i think i finally remember
    it's the day i die.

    ©writeweird

  • writeweird 6w

    it's a desolate kingdom

    people fighting people
    it's a desolate kingdom, friend

    scars travel deeper
    and taste bitter at the ends

    'tis kingdom of dust
    will return once all is spent

    filled with hateful disgust
    and days of discontent

    it's a desolate kingdom
    for it's the desolate kingdom

    and that's all it is at the end


    people fighting people
    biting at the clay

    molding debts and demons
    out of statutes to pray

    barren and without free men
    whales come out to play

    the sun won't shine
    for days

    and the sun won't shine
    for days,

    ghosts, you cannot see them
    and they're here to stay --

    it's a desolate kingdom
    for it's the desolate kingdom

    till the end of days.

    ©writeweird

  • writeweird 7w

    nothing matters. not even matter or mass or electrons. nothing will ever escape this universe and no one is waiting on the other side even if it does. maybe it's just god and us, maybe that's all we need. who knows, certainly I do not.
    #dark #pain #hurt #down #depression
    #thoughts #writersnetwork #mirakee

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    i stare at walls all day 2

    if these walls could
    speak

    they'd tell you how many
    times i've stood still staring
    at them

    as if any moment something's
    going to give away

    and this will
    end

    but it never does

    not here in this
    room

    where the cold sits
    with me

    and the dark hangs over
    my head hiding the many
    nefarious designs

    that wait to take their turn
    and haunt me

    and one by one
    they will

    folding me into
    pieces and scars

    capturing me in my
    thoughts that never grow
    old or die

    bouncing off the very walls
    that can hear me scream

    when no one else is
    looking

    when i am all alone
    and still,

    waiting for something
    to happen.

    ©writeweird

  • writeweird 7w

    rest in peace, dear.

    i hope i
    don't make it all about
    me

    but know that in a
    weird way i am only thinking
    about you

    today now more than
    ever before

    it's still confusing,
    death always is --

    it's never sweet no
    matter how hard you try
    to have a better life,

    and the truth is the
    better you are, the more
    you'll be missed

    the sweeter you are
    the more bitter it will taste

    and for how long you lived,
    longer it shall last

    and of all that and those
    you have ever loved

    will love you even
    more

    love you for always,
    such is life --

    it will always find a
    way, always.

    ©writeweird

  • writeweird 8w

    I'm not sure of the many things I write, it's not my job to interpret for you how you see me. I hope and I really do, my words find you at your best for I'm sure I do not wish a bad day on you, but by whatever chance if you do feel as if nothing means nothing, I hope you find hope. I hope you find it near and soon. I hope.


    #poetry #poem #mirakee #sad
    #hurt #pain #dark #down #depressed
    #hope #india #day #feb #original #other

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    maybe it was hope

    hope is uncertain

    it's not a real thing that
    can be quantified

    it's not like love
    nor like hate

    it's far too easy to
    give up

    and far too brittle
    to put all your faith in

    but dare i say
    hope is beautiful

    it transcends what
    we know about the world

    that it exists in
    the same universe
    as this --

    with all its suffering
    and mayhem

    violence and morbidity

    it speaks of how
    far we've come

    from the brink
    of nothingness

    that pushed existence
    out and far

    maybe it was hope
    that made god

    possible.

  • writeweird 8w

    that's all I could write... not that it matters.


    #poetry #poem #mirakee #sad
    #hurt #pain #dark #down #depressed

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    I stare at walls all day

    how sad is the
    saddest

    how long before
    i die

    do you know a safe place
    where i can go to scream ?

    where i can be alone
    to crash and burn and cry

    for i stare at walls all day
    and i don't know why

    for i stare at walls all day
    and i don't know why

    ©writeweird

  • writeweird 10w

    I hope I don't offend you because honestly I don't give a

    #Love #People #Men #Women #World
    #Freedom #Free #Lust

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    Slave me

    fuck your loser friends
    give them a day off

    fuck with a stranger
    let them see who you're not

    it's only right to let
    them treat you like a slut

    you're so claustrophobic
    behind the doors they keep shut

    let them do anything to you
    for the special price

    it's a new century you don't
    have to dress up and play nice

    you know they'll do anything for
    you if you blink twice

    you know they'll do anything for
    you to taste fire and ice

    give them the apocalypse --
    from your lips, the kiss of denial,
    they don't own you anymore.

    ©writeweird

  • writeweird 11w

    forest's lighthouse

    beacon of hope
    emarald heart of mine

    frolicking in
    ruins

    in a transparent
    hue

    pretending to be
    smoke

    running amok
    in the golden fields,

    forcing the winds;

    and you can see
    heaven when

    the sun falls
    seared

    every dark hour

    and the beacon
    of hope,

    becomes me.

    ©writeweird