Miraquill
My Closet
My closet was not so much a tiny dark damp room for brooms...
My closet wasn't open air area with an invisible fence.
So for years I spent my life seeing life pass yet never getting the grasp of the beauty only the brevity.
I was on a leash called a collar, and a black suit with a cross around my neck.
I was enslaved by the commotion of the ocean of other people's opinions.
Infected with the affliction of the infection of irrational religion pretending to be GOD or at least GOD-LY.
I stood bare well someone stole my soul away.
©agjproverbs
#closet
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In The Closet
It starts as a secret rendezvous
Me an' you doing dirty things
In a hotel room
You don't want no one to know
That passion has consumed
Your senses graphically
Another line of glass
You strip down, nudity
You got cute ass
What I'd like to do to you
I feel I'll lose control of myself
I must restrain myself
From touching you
But you let me feel your
Private sacred place
I feel you throb
My hand makes a hot memory
That simple burns me
With holy obscenity
You say you're not gay
Still you love it, cause I love it
When you love all over yourself
I want to come with you
Your naked body is so beautiful
I must touch myself
Secret pleasures of the night
Are so sinful
We're hidden alone from the world
It's just you and me
In the closet
©Likwidsay104 0
blossomwrites
58w
WARDROBE
There lies at one corner my WARDROBE
The closet filled with my truth
It stores my priced possessions
Each and every time I open,
Takes me back down the memory lane
Reliving the past
As if an alternate dimension awaiting...14 1 1
"In your closet lies a monster,
the one that comes out if
you don't sleep early."
My mom used to say this to
me when I was a kid to make
me sleep early every night.
Now the monster keeps me
awake all night, not the one
from the closet, the one from within.
©slaughtered_heart11 1 3
p r i d e
coming out is not stepping out of the closet. it's about letting people in.
©rhaegari9 0
sethiffied
79w
Read MoreMy curtains probably know how much it feels to visibly dance along with the winds though the latter just normally go with the flow.
And here's the hamper of worn out pullovers, oversized tees and baggy jeans piled up with memories that linger.
The metaphors behind every song on my playlist and me hiding behind all the words left unsaid seem like tragic stories behind the retro and funky tune.
You see, these four corners have witnessed it all. Sometimes, there's a nagging feeling that they will snitch behind my back and tell you the closet tales I've kept.
But at least they see me. They hear me. And all the while I am invisible to you.
#invisible #unsaid #kept #closet #creativetales #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #wodInvisible
Even if you'll see or hear me.
Maybe our metaphors won't have the same meaning.
-sethiffied75 8 18
roel_gonz
80w
Pull yoUrself out of the closet
Let the world know who yoU are
Don't hide yoUr feeling, let it all out
YoU're only human
We are created equal
We had different colors of skins
But we had the
same type of blood running into oUr veins
©roel_gonz11 1 3
victoriaibukun
82w
Behind the faces 'leak'
The dark is one of my many fears.
One I could be calm with.
But never with spiders,
And calling for help is something I can't consider, because I do love to be seen as intelligent.
The question is 'who will help me now?'
©victoriaibukun5 0
bluewaters
86w
Come out
Come out,
It's harder to see.
Come out,
Don't worry you'll be free.
Do not worry,
For what will it be.
Yes there will be pain,
Yet long after, there will be glee.
It hurts when you keep it inside,
It burns when you set it aside.
Those you keep will torture you,
Walking on a path with a burden or two.
Let them go,
Those that haunt you.
Feel the weight of your shoulders flow,
As that heavy thing inside you've forgo.
Hey it's okay to be free,
From those shackles you never see.
Feel the breeze as it touches you,
As you come out as someone true.
It's never a standard for one to be,
To be who you are for what others to see.
What it matters is for you to be happy,
So let them see the colors you've set vividly.
©bluewaters7 0 2
yoitsleohere
87w
Read MoreAn anonymous little girl was five years old when her parents had decided to separate. She had her own room in her mother’s new, ground floor apartment, but she preferred to sleep with her mom when she could. It was a hot summer night, and the girl quickly fell asleep beside her mom, listening to the crickets outside the window that was open behind the headboard.
Hours later, the little girl woke up. The door to her bedroom was directly across from her mother’s and she noticed that her cat was sitting in the doorway. The little girl found this odd, as their cat usually slept in bed with them at night. As she watched, the cat turned into her bedroom and meowed. Feeling odd, the little girl turned and woke her mother up, who promptly asked her what was wrong. Both turned to look at the little girl’s bedroom and saw the silhouette of a man standing there.
The girl’s mother quickly picked her up and tossed her out of the open window, where she landed safely on the ground. Seconds later, her mother crawled out of the window and began to scream for help, insisting that someone call 911.
When the police arrived, they could not find any signs of forced entry. They only saw that the front door had been unlocked, which the girl’s mother insisted she had chained shut before they had gone to sleep. A few weeks later, the girl’s mother was cleaning the house when she entered the small closet where the water heater was. In the closet, she found a pair of gloves, gum wrappers, and a notebook full of names and pictures.
The man had been in the apartment and had waited in the closet until they had fallen asleep
#depressed_bean #yoitsleohere #Halloween #scary #story #stories #horror #shadow #closetThe man in the house - the shadow in the closet
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sameen_
92w
Read MoreShe sat there, in her room
Dejected, in complete bleak
When she heard a voice
Astonished to see her closet speak
"Oh darling princess, come forth
For I got just what you need
A dress so beautiful
With sequence and beads"
Hesitant, she stood up
And walked upto the door
Just to find out there
What the closet has in store
She moved from dress to dress
Walking in delight
Until she halted before one
As the best dress came in sight
She wore that pretty one
And danced gleefully
She thanked the closet and came out
Being as happy as she could be
She walked upto the mirror
Soaking in the happiness
Little did she know
That was just her ordinary dress
The angel of the closet
Looked at her and grinned
It had taught her well
Happiness comes from within
#furniture #pod #magic #closet #princess
#dress #happiness #beauty @mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetworkCloset
And when she opened it
She was pulled inside
In a world of beauty
Where no worries reside
©sameen_18 2 6
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inked_it
92w
I remembered!
For the very first time in my life
I felt like, things were done,
Nothing was leftover
In the worst way it was done
While the devil is still free
Who is roaming here & there
Its an old dusty closet
Covered with cobwebs of memories!!!
©inked_it12 0
rantings_of_a_distressed_soul
114w
Read MoreMy skin is
PLASTIC,
Carrying garbage
Dumped in the form of
Years of judgement and bias.
FLAWED,
Carrying scars
Imposed in the most veiled body parts
Incited by years of insecurity and misconception.
A CLOSET,
Hiding bruises
That are a reminder of the pain
Inflicted in the name of Love.
A BLANK CANVAS,
Painted with touches
Unwanted and unpleasant
Of the man that satiated his desires
In a crowded bus.
But today
I choose to rise
Rise above it all.
For what my skin is
Is not a representation
Of who I am.
I am the brainchild of a beautiful miracle
Camouflaged by a skin
Carved out of stardust and magic.
@writersnetwork @readwriteunite @mirakeeassistant @mirakee @mirakeeworld
#plastic #flawed #closet #blankcanvas #brainchild #abeautifulmiracle #stardust #magicMY SKIN IS
FLAWED,
Carrying scars
Imposed in the most veiled body parts
Incited by years of insecurity and misconception.
©rantings_of_a_distressed_soul17 10 6
- _miso_ this is really wonderfully thought out!! ✨✨✨
- _miso_ @colourfulgreys ♥️♥️♥️:)
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starrdust
Powerful!! Splendid!❤❤❤
Thanx for the tag dear @colourfulgreys - rantings_of_a_distressed_soul Thank you so much everyone! ❤❤❤ I feel truly blessed. Much love and gratitude to each and every one of you ❣️
wifey_suicide
129w
The Closet
It’s a tight space
It’s hoarded with just cloth and shoes
The only thing in it
Is nobody's judgement
A tiny space with such little room
Can hold such a big secret
Nobody even thinks about checking the closet
Instead they check for monsters under the bed
Thinking that’s where they all go
Nobody wants a monster in their household
But what happens if that monster was a human being
And to escape the poisonous spray to kill unwanted pest
They run to a safer environment
Behind closed doors
Sometimes without any light
The closet
©wifey_suicide17 0
She had more skeletons in her closet than the roses she ever received.
- Akshay Vasu26 2 4
I am listening the background
Is just the feeling.
Probably...video rocks.
charts of pops...
Music is sweet.
Countless goodluck...
Strings opinion...
the void...?
Think positive...is a good space.
You are idealistic.
How does it werk?
I am dancing the twist to save my life.
Reminder of... is the phone.
Style...oldschool.
One detail the risk is there.
I like to be seen, see, and everthing is possible with me.
oh...option...options is what make the machines werk.
Me ..?like a predictior...I am listening.
Panther on the ground ...reminds a old ladie who lost the house...she was with a room full of lethers like that...
©breaklandia5 1
unknown
no matter what you do
there's nowhere else to go,
and where there's nowhere else to go
the unknown becomes aware
of everything
that lurks behind the shadows
©xaaronmichaelx8 0 1
panchatatva
138w
Striptease
I can see my breathe,
At every trusts, you pushed inside me.
My every cells are frozen,
On your slight, little bite tease.
I craved your carves,
Curating on me, in your every stretch.
Those forever love,
Of every love marks, you marked that night.
I'll miss it... Always !!
©panchatatva5 0
mooniverse
143w
Read MorePerhaps i like boys,
like the blue sky before the sun sets.
Perhaps i like girls too,
like the red hues of the twilight.
Don't ask me to pick a side.
Would you ask mother earth
whether she likes sunsets more than sunrise?
Would you ask her
whether she likes the sun over the moon?
It's all a part of her,
receiving love and being nurtured equally.
Perhaps i like boys,
like the blue sky before the sun sets.
Perhaps i like girls too,
like the red hues of the twilight.
No matter what hue it bores,
at the end of the day,
it's always love clouding this sky.
No matter the intensity with which it pours,
at the end of the day,
love is love.
—suheena
- × -
#bisexual #bi #rainbow #unicorn #lgbtq #pride #comingout #lgbtqpoetry #writersnetwork #writerspoint #mirakee #poem #poetry #pod #loveislove #love #writerscommunity #poetscommunity #speakyourself #loveyourself #closet #closeted
@writersnetwork @mirakeeLove is love
(read caption)
©mooniverse22 3 2
- sandeep_jonia_ Love is love
- iqjyot Such a beautiful piece this is❣
- mooniverse @silhouxtte thank you again
She dumb, she forgot
did the world know the scars she had on her body? did she knew herself!
The moon is the the only witness of all that she has ever felt.
The turbulence she went through every day,
The words that play subconsciously every second in her mind,
The screen that plays a video of all the messages they exchanged,
The places which were her favourite now are her worst nightmares,
The name which she was most fond of is now the most hated one,
The pictures she used to keep always with her is the one she deleted without fear,
The songs which were her obsession are now placed in the priority of her dislikes,
The smile she used to exchange with all is now replaced with a fake one,
That pretty and docile girl is now lost somewhere between her thoughts and reality,
Hanging by the thread between rationality and insanity.
©thepoeticdisguise
