Miraquill
My Mind
My pain addiction. The affliction with the fucking ambition to bring the end of my days, to fruition. The Seedy Underbelly of Burned Bridges has roots in every good deed done without Karma's Permission. Like, a human transmission... Rode too hard and, put away, having never gotten wet.
In Scarlett Letters to myself, my hand vomits violent clots as I field dress my mind, from it's sharply revolting thoughts. Every which way but grounded. Every which way but intended.
The smoke is free; the ride, that's what costs us and, there's no escape hatch in a Black Hole but she's Sugar, in the raw; She enjoyed the finer things in life like, Brass knuckle engagement rings and, don't forget something; never feed the animals.
We are all born terminal and, I can't tell if I'll find my way through the dense emptiness, so... Please, Don't waste precious time waiting under the street lights, for me to crawl back out from my own Darkness.
I'll never break character because I don't play games. The only role, is reel to reel. Her Jaw skids to a grinding hault like, two plates of raw, fighting steel. Her Fists and Teeth clench down. The electricity telling her heart to keep pumping but not slow down, glitches... Because her broken mind is gaunt and, in stitches.
To the one who desires, all he admires, as he creeps through the Darkness, to me. Her tears are emotionally charged volcanic ash on her cheeks that, stop poetic fury from unleashing through her fists, instead of making you bleed but how can she bury a hatchet that, she never brought to the fight.
Life is punishment for an abject failure. Our demons, we see. Their goodness, lurking in the light of shadows is what frightens me. They're the ones who hurt me.
Carbon Templates and, Mindless Think tanks. You couldn't handle it anyway, my mind.
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Black holes billowing atomic rolls of dragon's breath. Stored energy so powerful, the suns wept neon rivers of condolences into the midnight's sky. Every star; every galaxy knows her name. Knows never to question, as she saunters by. The righteous arrogance and need for vanity have them dangerously underestimating Mistress's authority.
Coerced with tarred feathers, placed across their cheeks and their necks; poured atop their hyperventilating chests so heavy; fearul anxiety in their heartbeats continues it's rippling. Emotional forces tying knots in nooses. The horrified query in their expressions, carry into shrill nothingness; they're second guessing every crimeless face. Every sin-less holy place. Their regret piercing through her, past her; sunken, lucid thoughts splashing acidic blasphemy back onto their mistakenly confident, glass personalities.
For every deadly thought traversing the storm waters in her head, you are six more macabre ideas waiting in line to make the dean's list. Light-years beyond your maniacally fiendish ego, white flags twitch in your lacerated, bludgeoned body. Neurotical twitches, telling your corporeal flight suit that, sutures and ice are rendered useless, when Mistress is finished putting you in your places. She'll bury your head, face down so, you don't have to acknowledge every life you've taken; who stand in broken disappointment, over your gravesites with their heads lowered in traumatic thanks.
Distant expressions, who's eyes are deep, a thousand yards but their vessels are present here, in Mistress's cthonic domain. Polished hooks, anxiously awaiting dinner party guests, are begging for compliments from the executioners who stand patiently, by their sides.
Tie their windows closed; lock them indefinitely with Mistress's boot laces. Black canvas shrouds, to remove any silent begs for mercy, in salty streams flowing from their stitched lids to their quivering chins. Let fall the doors beneath their feet and gaze into the endless spiral of Red Art, overflowing Chalices underneath their defeat.
A punisher, dealing punishment to all her false prophets: touting false hopes. A Mistress of Misanthropy who's judgement is never reluctant in this courthouse of Dark Insurrectionist Revolution. We've added you to our mailing list of reserved seat recipients to attend this, Invitation only, Black Tie Event.
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When I wanted to grow up, I wanted to take trips around the world. Ride my time like, my time was a surfboard, parading atop monstrous waves of words. Describe in beautiful details, my dreams of the most magnificent world's, worlds.
When I wanted to grow up, how often I would find myself terribly bored. Not allowed any freedom whilst being screamed at about not keeping myself busy. Stuck in thoughts of the mundane and even, thoughts of running away; never realizing how I should cherish the paused moment of breath, of loneliness with every sip of ignorance, from every dingy Tupperware cup. No words can tell how much I miss the days of not understanding how different my world was.
When I wanted to grow up, what I wanted to be, never paid any mind to someone's stale, loveless bank account. I never wanted people to spend money on me because I was always told there wasn't any. Not even money to feed me. I never frowned because that little girl didn't realize yet, just how badly she'd already been beaten down.
When I wanted to grow up… I wanted to be a mommy. I desperately wanted to give a child everything I was never shown. Wanted to love them like, a love I had never known. See them grow. See them smile, knowing I had not followed suit and, carried with me, the dark side of the family stone.
When I wanted to grow up I wanted to be a mermaid, to be beautiful and, for people to not, when looking at me, only see what I had been through. I wanted to live in a place where these treacherous humans didn't go. Where everyone didn't hate me. Where I wasn't just a fool; a tool only there to fill adult shoes. Shoes that I had no business trying to fill, in the first goddamn place. Where all of the things that tortured me, couldn't follow.
When I wanted to grow old, I wanted love, to be loved, to love like nothing the span of the cosmos had EVER KNOWN. I wanted to do good, to be good, to teach goodness to every living creature I encountered… Wanted to show it possible to others, something I had never been shown. Wanted the world to reap what goodness I had sewn and, how to carry and make gifts of their own.
When I wanted to grow old, I wanted to look back on my life and, know that, I had left this world in a better state than I had found. That I did what I could to make my moments profound, to make them all count. To never bring others down the dark paths that I had so often myself, wandered down.
Here I am, all grown up and, halfway to old. I try to live boldly like, no other who's known me. I share compliments and courage and try never to discourage. And yet, I don't feel like I've flourished. Don't feel like a success, or like I've thwarted some scourge. I haven't saved anyone and my best feels like it was nothing. And… The closest I'll ever come to being a beautiful mermaid, is when they sprinkle my carbon back into the sea. That's the day that, I'll be the best me that, I'll ever be.
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Gumsum
__________
__________
Gumsum bethe,
Kuch khwaaiah liye,
Vaar talab khudse jaari hai,
Ye moh maaya ke duniya mai,
Kyu akelapan khudse jaari hai?
Khwaaish hai,
Jazbe hai,
Jo ab feeke se lagte hai,
Ye matlab bhari duniya mai,
Kyuu apna naam jaari hai?
Uljhan hai,
Ab khudse hai,
Jo ab nakaam se lagti hai,
Ye mukammal bhari zindagi mai,
Kyu kashmakash se jaari hai
Ashanka hai
Tadpan hai,
Yudh khudse abhi jaari hai,
Ye chhan bhar ke muskaan ke liye,
Kyu khwaaish khudse jaari hai?
Khwaaish khudse jaari hai?
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dobriyalpriya
40w
Dark Night
The darker night
Started confusing me
One step ahead
And everything started misleading me.
No, not again
My heart whispered
But the mind startes controlling me.
Ooh! Just forgive me lord,
I am not here to be endure.
But everthing started annoying me.
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dobriyalpriya
40w
Message to self
Come close to me.
And just hold my hand
Don't be afraid
I am the soul you admire.
Weap out loud
I am here not to judge.
Just close the eyes
I am the peace you admire.
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dobriyalpriya
45w
May my whole life would be an illusion
And i would be the writter of that illusion.
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dobriyalpriya
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Dar Dar bhatka teri talash mai.
Dhoonda tujhe hai hrr jagha.
Tyag diya jeevan hai saara
Tapasya teri krta raha.
Ketabo mai dhoonda tujhe
Dhoonda tujhe tasveero mai hai
Upasnao mai dhoonda tujhe
Dhoonda tujhe es jeevan mai hai.
Tere saath ke alaava
Maanga es jeevan se kuch bhi nahi.
Ye jeevan mera tujh mai hai samarpan
Raah ab mujhe dikha tu he
©dobriyalpriya14 8 1
dobriyalpriya
53w
Shit!
The crowd was against me.
But i still prefer to choose
myself rather then crowd.
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dobriyalpriya
57w
Be the part of happiness...
Rather being sad holding the old grudges.
As the pandemic taught..
"Life is uncertain"
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The only thing I believe to truly exist is energy.
It's everything but we can't see it. It's what makes up you, and me. It's the Tangible bullshit that angers us to our feet.
If you don't science, then don't tell me how you don't support this because you, Sir, obviously don't know shEit.
Everyday we put all our efforts, all our energy into ruining eachother, and this fucking garbage rock we've divided with phantom gods, and invisible lines.
Right after your right-slanted, brainwashed wife flushes a used tampon at a public shitter, you bitch at the girl wanting to have that lump of cells scraped out of her uterus, so she can keep making her life better. You sweat her while she walks past you, just because you enjoy being a douche but as soon as she's out of eyeshot, you've already forgotten she exists, and onto the next woman, you make your move.
Why don't we see men rallying to stop shower masturbation? Every time you blow an aimless load, all those could-be babies find their way to a local trash holder...
Fucking murderers. Killing all those would-be, future generations of proud white men is not very christian. FUCK YOUR RELIGION. Christianity, Catholicism; your priests rape your sons, and you put the check in the back instead of those monsters, in fucking prisons.
You know why white men don't get parades? Because you want to celebrate your shade of skin, not the culture you were created in. You're not rallying for the ENTIRETY of the United States, you're screaming about white penis equality, and scrambling to purchase the newest Camaro because you can't deal with your lack of length.
Still not understanding me?
Let me keep explaining-
You're not shouting about your scottish or Irish bloodlines, you're crying about not getting your own parades... Your own parades... yOuR oWn PaRaDeSsSsss.
Not about your Asian or African lineage. Not about women's suffrage. Not about the rights of your libtard neighbor's gay kid; well, maybe about your egregious over-concern about the bathrooms they piss in... Your only argument is about the COLOR OF YOUR FUCKING SKIN... Don't you remember what blue-eyed jesus said, about Vanity, pride, and envy being DEADLY SINS?!
And, the mic drops because I fucking win.
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Riding in her car with her arm out the window, and a chill breeze over her goosebumps are eased by the sun's warmth. Cicadas sound the trumpets of summer, while Sweet Caroline plays to the scent of lilac and, for just a moment, she reminisces about the handful of childhood memories she's not sure are even real because they're…
They're happy.
She wakes each morning; sometimes, the saddest event of her day. Opening her eyes only to remember what used to be, and had fallen into the frey.
Before stepping out of bed, she steps through the tears draped over her cheeks, on a stroll down Memory Lane.
A funny thought passes through her mind, and she turns to tell the empty chair next to her, as if someone was still sitting at her side, waiting to hear what she has to say.
The pistol in her pocket has curiously removed serial numbers, and the skin around her ankles become galoshes, while she trudges the sewers of her own tragedies that, you indulge in while smiling like, you're breaking your drama diet by snacking on her darkest moments. Excerpts from her life on display, and behind it's back, it hides a knife…
She walks an aisle, illuminated by every mistake she didn't make, every truth she didn't fake, and lined by curtain call gutter rats, snapping their fingers, in two rows of standing novation. In this humid tunnel of degenerate air, who's molecules are so weighted by filth, they couldn't even float upward to better scented freedom, she finds herself in yet another defeating situation.
Those guns in her brain, their ammo never refrains but sustains every memory in emotional flames. Trauma has eaten holes through the moths, who've attempted to set up shop in this drafty loft. The half melted swiss cheese that remains, stutters the words spilling from her mouth; has left grease stains on her name, on her life, on everything she's never done in vain. Blame points the finger, and paints the pain in her tears, as if pain had been brushed onto her soul by Monet. She weeps noxious liquid that bares the names of every ounce of regret that's ever drained from her lifeless body. She's still not herself, and questions if she'll ever be. Her eyes are sewn wide open when she realizes that, Memory Lane is full of road spikes.
When life throws not just forks in your road but dumps out your silverware, and junk drawers, you feel every thumb tac and stray nail. Every bent fork, and plastic spork to insult the wheels on your transition-mobile will slingshot you through the guardrail, and over the edge of your insanity, and denial.
This is where we have to make the conscious effort of deciding, whether we want to improve our lives, or toss ourselves into the glitch, and wait to fucking die.
If you can muster the courage, the tenacity, to give everyone, and everything you have ever thought to be true, a hard toss into the dumpster fire that is your life, you can turn and existential crisis into a critical monument to happiness.
It doesn't happen for most because most folks are just too comfortable in misery… BECAUSE misery is deceitful in that it will lie to you, coax you into it's pseudo-effortlessness. Misery can be accomplished in silence but there, you'll rarely find the voiceless; lying in wait, to proclaim their disgruntled opinions about this suggestion box they've overthrown. To most, the laziness of misery is so appealing that it's like, taking a seat at the round table for dinner. Everyone there is equally lazy, and sad, and content in both. Misery does indeed love it's company. Your miserable friends will assuredly hand you the keys to succeed, if to you, success is nothing ado with living, and growth but merely existing. To you, that roundtable dinner looks like fucking Thanksgiving, where the appetizers are anger, and suicidal thinking. The main course is bent and broken, and misconstrued into blind violence. For dessert, well have a slice of your finest silk lace, street novelties with a salty pallet of meringued overdose, laid gently on it's top. To the unhealed eye, a feast, for sure but it has been of absolutely no fucking use to you, and your future; should you survive long enough to explore it.
The bumps down memory lane are sometimes best left as the flooded potholes that they appear to be. Things that make us angry, and do damage when we traverse their gaping wounds. Leave the memories right where you left them, and instead, claw your way into the nearest sunset.
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it anyway, my mind.
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dobriyalpriya
72w
Waiting for the time
When overthinking will change into
"I don't care anymore"
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dobriyalpriya
73w
In search of factual smile
That has been astray in this spurious world..
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Quote
I was despair in the world,
Where sadness was the only thing i could find....
I wanna fight for my fear...
I wanna fight for my right...
My present taught me, not to make myself too weak...
Someone is with me:
"that is my expectation for myself"
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