Miraquill
Nightmares, Sleep Apnea, Sleep Paralysis
Heeding to
The whispers
I cozy up
In the embrace
Of Hypnos
As he tip-toes
Across the
Labyrinth,
Leaving flecks
Of Grey-matter
Begrimed
Evoking
An ethereal
Trance: A curse,
Manifesting the
Cthulhu Mythos
Sublimed
Conjuring up
An ephemeral
Quietus
Haunted by
A poised
Ephialtes
I clamber up
To a colossal
Cliff’s atop-
Beyond the skies
To comprehend
The cesspool’s guise
Unbeknownst to
My own sense
Ascending to
A Reality:
So distorted
Yet so Immense
Holding onto
My breath
As if
It were my last
I plunge
Into the whites
Of Clouds
With terror
Oozing out of
My existence aghast
Staring down
Into the face
Of Oblivion with
Eyes deep-set
Beads of
Saline
Roll up across
My visage,
Witnessing
A silhouette
Ensuing
The onset-
An unforgiving
Continuum,
Vacillating between
Dilation and dispersion
Of
The fourth-
Dimension,
A valiant
Descension being
The residuum
Slivers of Clouds
Scattering
Into spectrums
of Prismatic hues
As I free-fall
Into the Void,
Bustling my
Memory Lanes
With sweet and sour
Souvenir stains
From
The past,
Rummaging into
A chaos
Mutating me
Apneic
Thus,
Coercing my
Eyes open out
Of an impasse
Only to realise
The condemnation
Of being stuck
In a
Perpetual vortex
Melding into
The void
Being
The only
Way out of
The cortex.
©skrishr
#abstract
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skrishr 4d
Read MoreRecurring Nightmares, Sleep Paralysis, Apnea may sound inane and silly. But such experiences could be downright demonic.
And thus, they sit at the center of my next abstract.
Do lmk your feedback! Thanks for reading.
@miraquill @writersnetwork
#poetry #abstract #writersnetwork #nightmares #selfhelp #musings #sleep #heartbreak #poem #love
#night11 0
Job of love
If loving is a job,
I can't do it; Can't stay professional
Too emotional
Vulnerable to eyes, Open mind
Measurements at fault
Sugarless, bland spice
Just my presence
Idea of intimacy
No touch, no pain
Overwhelming gaze
Basic wage, Clocking in
Clocking out as I want
Promoting, demoting
Experience not worth
A dime
Superiority in endurance
Heart beating slower every
time
I see, what I'm supposed to be...
©north_star12 0
The Soul of A Dying Man
Pain is a very difficult terrain
It drives some people insane
It goes by several names
Wreaks havoc and derails a person
Like a renegade train
We've yet to have a better way to understand an experience that constraints our ability to think to find another way
Experience is the only way to meet ideas
Into our hands
Habit becomes an unintended stain
If you choose to refuse it it insists to not refrain reminding us of our skeleton it forms us
Thoughts seemingly misplaced
I trace and I trace but I cannot find a safe place
I guess I must meditate and push forth with some form of human grace
If such thing were to exist
I'd take it in place of confusion
Intrusions of thoughts that never show their face
Feeling without emotion
Is void of love
There's no water
Then there's no ocean
It offers nothing to exchange for it's limitation deathless repudiation
Life imitates art
Art knows no resignation
You'll have mysticism and subjectivity to feel like you can understand
But objectionable truth
Is the only root to make our own salvation
©anthonymustoo9 0
Adrift
I walked across the entire field,
To meet a keeper at the other end.
Asked for my pass to proceed,
Only to receive a firm nod of denial.
Pointing towards the other end,
the keeper motioned to move.
Hanging my head in defeat,
I walked across the entire field.
©theintrepidwriterPhoto By Samuel Theo Manat Silitonga on Unsplash4 0
Identifying Traces
The soul of a dying man
Chokes my body's engine
Trying to find work
My body struggles to juggle life's demand
I analyze what it is that shortens my lifespan
Has death ensnared me in it's dance
The shadowy snakes shifting sands
Promising nothing I can trust
I wave mysticism away
And I reshuffle my hand
What makes a man?
A question that begs an answer
Clashing with my need to understand
Can I separate the truth from subjective things
Can I investigate my life without nostalgia
Fogging up my lens
Euphoria is shortlived and happiness is the means to my end
I lost my heart
In my resurrection I swore to be liberated from the constraints that obliterated my sense of self
That initiated a self programmed death
I changed it all in the span of the only breath I had left in time to find my purpose
I aim to be honest, balanced, and independent
I am meeting my own expectations where it meets obstacles and I will be more than just traces
Sad faces of people I lost
I'll live their lives with a sharp indignation
My truth is my only liberation
I stick to it with an unparalleled degree of dedication
©anthonymustoo7 0
Endless, was what I thought time would be with us.
Love boxed in perfection, love kept in loop 'til life's made me sense an old timer victim in a whore house.
Took the truth, I was meeting life's fare instead otherwise, I fell out of love.
I didn't indeed live life as much as it left me when I learned over excitement was less beautiful than love's feel.
Couple of months I lived in discomfort, lived in nirvana without network.
Déjà vu; it's happening again.
©Kachii's_LoudHeart_8 0
Art - Devoid Boundaries
If there is anything
like a limit to art,
It would defy
Art's own essence,
for art is liquid,
an ether of ever transcending permeability,
though I am unaware
where shall its purpose art,
should it provide a solid ground to stand,
Or is it best to let it loose
abscent the tethers
©curiouskavi6 0
Although
Although we accept that to err is human, we don't give ourselves that liberty. It is becoming extremely hard to accept that we are not and can never be ideal. The horror. We do claim our fair share to the rebellion with science but are our principles the only pillars in our growth? They became malleable long ago within us. Is art also a subtle form of being not perfect? If so, resonating with it makes us feel alive and yet we don't grant ourselves freedom from being the best version. We can be abstract. At least some of us if not most.
©omkar_ranveerkar6 0
Abstract of happiness
Abstract,What's abstract?
Abstract is a piece of art.
Art, what's art?
Art is a living piece of mind.
Mind, what's got into you?
Distraction !
Can't ask distraction what's u!
Why?
Everything you see is me
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writeweird
18w
Read Morethe truth is often simple, perhaps too simple, that we reject it for being so simple.
@writersnetwork @mirakee @mirakeeapp #writersnetwork #mirakee #readwriteunite #mirakeeapp #dark #mental #mirakeesilence
#abstract #different #miscellaneous #brokenheartbreak at 27
wait, in your sleep,
don't let them take you away
before we meet
for one last time then
you can leave
while you rest let me dress
in a funeral morning
stay with me until i
forget how to breathe
how to sing, how to speak
for i'm nothing without you
for all i ever did was to
bleed dry for you
in the cold afternoons
to seethe jealously
standing by your doors i
keep watch helplessly
to burn for all yours wants
for all your needs
that feed my desire
to be warm
filled with thoughts
and dead seeds
frolicking in your arms
forever on repeat
day after day
into a dying forest
that knows not what
is grief
sheltered by the moon
many a lover seek,
dying too soon.
©writeweird6 0
darthgaaru
20w
Read MoreThe human race, even if for a fleeting moment, has its immortal place in the vastness in this cosmos. Where you ask? In the eternal light Of the Moon and the Sun
@miraquill
@writersnetwork
#life #humanity #abstract #thoughtsOf the Moon and the Sun
Beyond any of our vision,
Stronger than any physical sensation,
Sweeter than every single scent,
And all the tastes we can’t comprehend,
Past all the things we love and hate,
And all the ideas that we debate,
Through all the white lies,
And the half-baked truths,
Through every testing time,
That we’ve all been through,
Beyond every cigarette smoked,
After nights spent in the throes of love,
And every lonely soul,
Who sat up and gazed at the stars above,
Past all the seas that were ever sailed,
Or every time we ever took flight,
Past every queen and king that was ever hailed,
And all the armies that fought their fights,
For every mother, every father,
For every brother, every sister,
For every single stranger,
For every friend and foe,
And everyone that we will ever know,
Our race shall always exist in the eternal light,
Of the Moon and the Sun,
And even if for just a blink of an eye,
Dance to our incomprehensible cosmic tune, as one.
©darthgaaru8 0 1
writeweird
22w
Read Morethe truth is often simple, perhaps too simple, that we reject it for being so simple.
@writersnetwork @mirakee @mirakeeapp #writersnetwork #mirakee #readwriteunite #mirakeeapp #dark #mental #mirakeesilence
#abstract #different #miscellaneous #brokenA starry night in the uncanny valley
lights in the sky fighting,
somewhere somebody's trying
to put out the fire
with bare hands and dying
breaths, in ways no one could
ever understand before
there's more to a painting
when you know how it ends
every stroke made in haste
and for no one else
where the world is made and
broken down for someone else
there must be more than life
if we could see into the distance
more than just colours trying
to seduce the mountains
the rivers that run and hide
from the preying atlas
deep into the forests helm
where the naked hide
rains that fill the oceans
before it's time
swallowing the sunsets deep
into its hallowed grave
where gouls fall in love with
wandering mermaids
how beautiful you must be
to reject the gods?
the very essence of what
it takes to beat a heart
is captured now in still water
and cascading waves
perhaps one day we could
swim carefree
into the same approaching
melancholy that has made a home
inside the swirling storms
the very winds that travel back
and forth across this planet
dwelling into nothingness and
so far away from everything else
maybe home isn't what keeps
us from the outside --
it is us playing make belief
on the porch
guarded by salt walls and lashing
tongues
the horrid stain on every artist's
desk
made in spirit of the restless and
the tormented
scattered words and memories
wrestling with dreams and thoughts
he who cannot speak might scream
the loudest
never judge a book by it's cover
even if it's on fire.
©writeweird15 0 4
writeweird
26w
Read MoreI love Charlie Kaufman, my twitter name is dedicated to him, and so is this poem. i hope you enjoy it.
@mirakee @writersnetwork @readwriteunite
#writersnetwork #movie #film #poetry #poem
#dark #fantasy #abstract #other #dark #loveCharlie Kaufman
somedays I'm more scared
than the others
more susceptible to the
diseases of the mind
that lay their bare hands
on my chest and
weave it down
hammer on the uncertainty
of the coming morning
meld the steel that dangles
from the ceiling
waiting to pounce at any
unsuspecting moment of
failure and dread
in the dead of the night
when the sun awakens
and ever so suddenly
the moon bursts into flames
all the stars falling in a
fiery ball of madness
circling the streets sniffing
at the despair that haunts the
dreams of crying children
lost to the dark alleys and
smoke, and powder
perching on the threads of
looming crisis of faith and
all things miserable
the melancholy of which is
lost on the swaying trees and
the singing birds
the lonely man living up
in the mountains has no inkling
of the cascading apocalypse
that is all over the news in
small fine words while an angry
man screams at people for
not paying attention to what he's
saying
over and over again until
it's time to show the magic
of make belief
only if magic was a real thing
so many things would have been
possible
the world would be a different
place albeit a similar one
the kind that lives in your
head and prospers in your mind
the kind Charlie Kaufman
knows about.
©writeweird10 0
writeweird
26w
Read MoreI hope you see through the facade
and talk to me.
#mirakee @mirakeeworld @mirakee @readwriteunite #readwriteunite @writersnetwork
#writersnetwork #poem #poetry #abstract #love #head #life #broken #heart #muse #deathSkin deep (Morning Prayer)
underneath the skin
fish swim in circles
& all the words I've kept
have turned to Ash and
I've been keeping to myself
behind these four walls
there's no ceiling to climb
& my head won't stop bleeding
there are no feelings
in my piggy-bank
I've used all the change
and I'm still the same
every morning I wake up
thinking about you
& the life we could've
had, the life I could've had
but I couldn't do it to you
couldn't do it for you
maybe I deserve nothing
& that's why I keep myself
from jumping over the fence
& running away forever
into the sunset
©writeweird5 0
ciara1
27w
Read MoreThe Flower I like
You are a seedling sunshine,
The first time that I saw you, I took root from that place of heaven.
I chose you because you are perfect in size and in delicancy.
He's always busy as you are.
I can't take my eyes off of you, just like I can't even take my eyes off a woman when she passes by me. I love women as much as I love you my beautiful flower.
A woman of bisexual tendencies to have.
I made plans. You will be mine.
The day when my boyfriend accepted me as a bisexual
woman of many sexual desire.
That's when I knew that he was the one, and still is the one.
He is okay with bringing a woman inside the relationship.
"Come with me", I said.
Think no more of that miser,
I promise to treat you right. Let's have a threesome," I said.
You were reluctant,
No need to be hesitant.
You deserve much more,
Used my hand as a shovel.
From now on I'll nurture you. I will fuck you good.
Take a good long rest.
I'll give whatever you want.
Soon you'll be in bloom my delicate flower.
I won't let you be thirsty,
I'll give you warmth and shelter.
Shower you with comfort.
Love is subjective.
I believe in unconditional love.
I'll never let you wither.
You are my flower if life.
With your eyes see your true self.
How beautiful you have become my precious dove.
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#abstractThe Flower I like
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kushagra_2345
35w
जिनके दिलों में आंग है वोह घर से ना निकले,
सुना है बोहोत ज़ोर की बारिश होने वाली है .
©kushagra_23454 0
Hate
I hated another woman,
I broke my moral code
But isn't hate a result
Of betrayal and hurt?
So hate or no hate?
©P.
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lucy08
37w
Read More**This piece is close to my heart.
It's dedicated to my Granny, whom I lost during my college days. Her gold ring she gifted me on my board-results day, my most prized possession it will always stay!!**
Grandma's Ring
I watch as it reflects
gleams of golden pride,
from across your wrinkled eyes
as you stare from paradise
& notice me doing more than just fine.
@writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakeeworld @readwriteunite #abstract #pride #gold_ring #jewellery #ceesreposts #gogyohka #wodGrandma's Ring
I watch as it reflects
gleams of golden pride,
from across your wrinkled eyes
as you stare from paradise
& notice me doing more than just fine.
©lucy0829 12 8
- search_sree Hahha♥️
- lucy08 @lovenotes_from_carolyn thank you
- lucy08 @fromwitchpen thankxx a lot
- lucy08 @search_sree
- lovenotes_from_carolyn Always very welcome.
nemesis_here 37w
Clairvoyance
I've seen this before
Saw this coming ab ovo
Though enigmatic
It heightens my intuitive power
This eerie feeling of déjà-vu.
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A Juncture
What is it like to
be in a place
where your Alchemy has concluded
And
Your Chemistry will soon commence?
©nemesis_herePhoto By Simon Berger on Unsplash
