Miraquill
Who I used to be.
My soul used to laugh out loud without shame.
My mind would carry me through hard times.
Rebellious, free spirited, alone in a field of flowers.
I was someone who could take it or leave it.
I was quick to tell you who I didn't need.
Quick to turn down help the first time.
Quick to accept it the second.
Flirty, bubbly, giggly, country.
I am alizabeth.
I am my own.
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Respect.
Its time for me to demand it.
No longer will I sit quietly and gear confrontation.
Let this be a melody in my soul.
Provoke me and provoked I'll be.
I was a rebellious, free spirited child.
Yet I became tamed when I fell in love.
I lost a part of me that demanded respect because
I wanted to be loved.
No more.
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Whats the problem?
Was it because I opened up?
Was it because I told you I was damaged?
You said it wasn't true. I told you it was.
You said you'd love me anyways.
Was it because I "lie" too well?
You said I was an actor.
Because im so good at pretending.
Was it because I cried to you that first time?
Was it because I believed you when you said I was
The only one?
Was it because I trusted you entirely?Photo By on Unsplash4 0
Deeper.
I talked with her. She changed me.
I've stood with her long enough.
She told me her name was anger.
She reflected an image of myself.
So believable that it became me.
The reflection was bitter, weird, and cold.
Unsure of itself. Unsteady.
Working with shamelessness.
Someone who creeps silently.
Someone who can pretend so well,
That they fool themselves too.
On the worst days it is open to feeling.
On the better days It turns away.
Swayed to accept yet another scar,
Than to accept the help and love
Of those closest to it.
It was a someone but I called it "it".
Anger told me her name was grief.
People told me the ' grief ' didn't happen.Photo By Hayley Maxwell on Unsplash7 0
amyers 21w
Deeply in love.
To fall into the love of one man alone.
The arms of someone who is imperfect.
But also an angel, protector, provider, and lover.
A love so smooth, solid, and steady...
It's full engulfment into pink water and diamonds.
Safety.
A love so certain to succeed. To heal. To last.
Souls wrapped around one another.
Where does one end and another begin?
To grow into each other instead of apart.
Apart we are us individually.
Together we are one in the same .
An ever moving, changing, and growing love.
Waves crashing against a green, cold cliff.
Sitting on the bed, tickling each other.
Laughing until our hearts are content for the day.
Fast asleep, with no change in mind.
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From bad to good.
The half dead bushes cast a broken shadow
On the orange brick wall.
It's all I can see from my bed, couch, or corner.
A horrible, ugly colored hue.
Making my living room white-orange, but not in a good way.
Orange and wear green bushes.
But in the winter it makes the cold air feel warmer.
The grey clouds and slow white sky makes the difference.
From bad to good.
All I needed was those "gloomy" clouds i crave so much.Photo By Annie Spratt on Unsplash5 0
Our meal.
Our meal is the symbolism of home.
You cook, I cook.
We walk around each other in the kitchen with unsteady grace.
Teamwork in action, to show we work well together.
You know which spoons I like with each meal.
I know which ones you like for every meal.
To feel the excitement of reaping the rewards
Of what we've made for ourselves.
We sit down and smile at one another.
Let's eat.Photo By Shashi Chaturvedula on Unsplash5 1
Forever
Forever seems longer to me than most.
Forever isn't something scary or psychosis inducing.
It's an object that never feels the time pass.
Inanimation is immortality.
Forever is something I can have to myself.
Hold onto the time and memories like treasure.
I wish we could have our forever.Photo By Merchi Rodriguez on Unsplash6 0
Can't sleep
Getting ready to sleep.
Anxiously looking for something.
Something is missing.
What is it.
Why do I feel like half of a whole.
Theres gotta be something wrong...
Oh wait..
I'm not with you....
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Imposter.
I am not me.
Who is this?
A hateful mouth.
Scorching eyes.
Stories that scare him.
Where to I begin to stop...Photo By Dameli Zhantas on Unsplash11 0
Nightmare.
Trembling body in a cold dark room.
Fingernails bloody with desperation.
The worst eye bags you could imagine.
Not screaming, but whimpering in pain.
Silent, mouth open, air screaming~ no sound
A pain so silent tears fall without expressionism
Or wince.
Desperate for touch. Any kind.
Walking down the long dark hallway
Bags cutting off circulation, turning my hands purple.
I turn to see him, standing calmly, but firmly.
Barely opening his mouth as if he's about to speak.
Over and over.
But he never mutters a word.
"Say something.." I think.
But he never said a word.
It haunts me.
Do you know?
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Over and over
These words of beauty and hurt flow out of me like blood.
Over and over.
Again and again.
I start from scratch
And make myself proud.
A new part of me is beginning.
Here we go.
They're notified when my words are known.
Am I being appreciated..?
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Desire.
You are the epitome of burning desire.
You are the fire, not in my loins, but in my eyes.
If the burning desire of love could show on my skin
It be red like my cheeks when you call me good girl.
I've never wanted another like I want you.
What does our love sound like I wonder.
I think; a raging water fall.
The deep growl of slow thunder.
Hail on the ground.
It is constant, overwhelming, and surrounding.
You engulf me in your many kisses.
God. you take my breath right out of my cherry lips.
When I see you undress, your body...
It's like a dancing silk in the wind on a clothes line
In slow motion.
The slow curve of your sides down to your hips.
Your strong shoulders and tall stance.
God I love a man in power, you are that.
Look me in my eyes.
Tighten your grip.
"Who's my good girl"
~ w❤️
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Poetry.
Ive always liked the dancing words of beautiful poetry.
My tongue flickers in my mouth as I read my own.
I've never written before, but it feels so right...
So natural.
I'd like to weave words like a wicker maker.
To stun, resonate, and relate.
Ive found a new love for literature, I used to not appreciate.
Somehow simple words of admiration are not enough to describe the things.
So please.
Travel through my words like a car on a fall drive.
Go slow, think deep.
The pain is real.
The love is real.
Poetry is real.
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- heartsease This is really so exquisite ❤️
- odysseus_2 Beautiful
- reneewolfcrowdenunez very beautiful"ode" to poetry and your truth! Wonderful read!write on, right on!
- blooming_fossil Wowww
Mumbling to myself
My words fall ever wearily on my lips.
I cannot hold on.
I cannot live with this.
I can't do this.
Living with the pain of my past
Will kill me, and all that I love.
It has threatened me and I believe it.
I cannot run, it finds me where I hide.
I must face this like I should.
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#freewriting #confident #unspoken #freewrite #freewriter # poetry #poetMy vibe?
I am.....
Silver.
Sunshine over the clouds
That you can see while it rains
~a little out of place, but it's welcomed~
Josh Turner playing in the car
My dad singing low.
My young eyes at the time in awe.
Seeing the highway lights,
The tall ones with eight orange bulbs.
Sunflowers in a fresh warm field row.
Climbing hay bales.
Academic slacker
Difficult.
Hard headed and rebellious .
Soft like running water
Over black round stones.
But wisdom surely isn't lacking.
An artist of odd but appetizing.
Maybe a writer.
The smell of garden, herbs, and earth.
A little more human than I was then.
I'm a blind lover, yes I know.
But I prefer it that way.
My heart when I love him...
It's like low, lustful thunder.
Heavy rain on a three layer tin roof.
Overwhelming and wild.
A woman9 0
Hymn
Like the waves on the shore
You wash away my fears
You keep me
From the dryness that
Life so oftentimes leaves
In it's path
For the wake of day
Offers a new chance
Like your lips offer me a kiss
So regularly, so warmly
Like a welcoming sunshine
I fall on your skin
The crust protects the gold within.
Your voice sounds like home.
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- ghost73 Whoever says the word and never breaks it will be your home.
- amyers Well put.
- miraquill_assistant Welcome to Miraquill!😊
myinkispoison
43w
Them
Have you ever felt like a piece of your soul got ripped out because they are no longer here?
They linger in the walls, like ghosts that refuse to cross over.
The space they left behind has now become warped with memories of what once,
And never will be again.
They may lay dormant for a while, but when they awaken they bring with them the memories that you have kept in the back of your mind.
Replay.
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Reality Dreams
She was so exquisite
That her eyes had me lost, lost in love that it was just like a maze.
I can't find my way out and all this walking in circles been spiking all my emotions.
Her touch was my accomplice in this journey of no rules, no laws and no attorney's.
Her heart and mind is my courage that keeps me overwhelmed and excited of what awaits.
But in actuall fact it was all just a dream I had.3 0
jasmeet_kaur
57w
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