Miraquill
Abandoned
People are all around me,
Yet why do I feel lonely,
These faces I've known for long,
Yet why do they all seem strangers,
The fire inside me wants to erupt like a volcano,
Yet I don't feel like crying anymore,
This air is soothing enough to breathe,
Yet why I feel like suffocating inside,
Lack of warmth I've experienced for long,
Still why I'm not used to this coldness,
Life is being fair enough with me,
Still then I don't want to live anymore,
Everyday I get evidences of my existence,
Then why don't I feel like I'm alive!
©abandoned_soul_
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nocturnal_enigma
39w
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* 26.8.2021; 2.40 A.M (Malaysia)
5 lines. Each line 1 phrase: 1 word - 5 words
Number of syllables - No restraint
#Gogyohka #Challenge by @Miraquill #Theme #Nature
#NuEmGogyohka-ree ~ (Gogyohka)
There is a gigantic tree.
Not shiver in low degree.
In nature, indeed it's free.
Statues game; Count to three.
Kids play; Fun?; Yes, siree!
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devilfish
39w
Falling
I remember the floral scent you emit
So articulate and delicate
Moonlight dewdrop kiss
As if a dream could last forever
Pure bliss
Time is so cold and intricate
I'll always be bold and honest
Forever our love too big
Not modest enough to fit on a screen
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devilfish
39w
The Moonlight
I want my skin to synthesize
All of fhese concepts I can't analyze
Words cannot conceptualize
These embryonic thoughts
Internalized incubating in my mind
Into questions only answered by moonlight mysterious collection of memories seen through your eyes
Unsung until tonight
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devilfish
43w
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The Devil
What a better way for man to hide
behind this marker modified reflection in the glass with two horns drawn on loosely
But the very ideas they cast out to be so against were the principles that they were systematically building a legacy of lies upon
An absolute reflection of what they saw in themselves and what they wanted to conceal from on every level possible
To condemn generations to an eternity of sightless eyes
Compressed between the paper hands prayers
Paper hands burning as they stretch out to the sky in terror
Only to fill the books with their pages
And the martyred dry up like the ink did in their story
Man has immobilized lies to assimilate themselves like dust in between pages containing their fitted words for you to admire their innovations
The anger and rage that boils into my heart and out of my worried eyes
When now to us they have lied
But now it seems to be getting to the core of my contemplation
and ideas become weaponized like tiny tanks as if to kill off this evil they have rid themselves of
While they commit wrongdoings under the cloak of a false identity
“The Devil”
They fully diminish responsibility and protect their dark affairs they cheapen the people of their truth
We give people a shred of truth like mangled bait
Only to rip truth from hungry hands and consume it in a dark obscurity of history books and genocides
The biggest robbery of all time occurred over generations
When did we split off from our nature only to be protecting the worst parts of it while leaving the beautiful parts wither off in the sun dried petals turned to blackened ash
and deem those with a conscience
The eternally forgiving equally met with the eternally brutal an ocean of desperation
An ocean of us
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devilfish
44w
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Red Ribbons
So inviting
Enticing
You like it
I feel it
See, it’s vibrant
I’ll walk you off a cliff of reinventing the past
I’ll be your island
I’ll be your Midas
I know you see me
I’m inviting you to pull into my vibes
And I’ll move it to you
The feeling it struck like lightning
Chaos and it’s violence
They vibrant
When we already walked and scuttled barefoot as a matter a fact
The way they shattered you’d think we were hit by a semi in a compact
I don’t remember exactly to a precision all the dates I’m bad at math plus my memories don’t come fast
I’m still whip lashed by the eyelash I made a wish and I never asked to be ripped from the only things that even mattered to be burdened by life’s chaotic apathy in it’s smug shrug
As it pulls out from me
The rug
My tears are filling up these pages
These aren’t just mugs
You fill black coffee with
Like charcoal in stockings of Christmas
I missed this
But death crossed my heart out
Like a pencil to a flimsy list
I bleed crimson blood bliss
I cry as I split into fragmented starlights that water rose in gardens where they were kissed by Dewey mists
Happiness won’t ever be bliss
If you were just here and this memory lives like It lives in me
The same emotions that I can’t quite understand
The same erosion the pollution of a wound they just left open
As I was bartered by chance
And eroded by the sand
How much can a human life endure how much one can be capable is an evil to understand
No man would wish to ban even the most unholy in the land
To this dystopian romance
Where Joanna won’t stop loving you
A narcissistic slow dance
We keep taking vyvanse
Disillusionment I like it
How the movement of your skin
Makes me want to tell you
To slowdown and you go fast
I bite that
and they keep hitting like they missed
I kiss my cyber halo with a cold gun
To seduce me with it’s sudden kiss
I dance with my pain
I sing with my pain
I bathe with my pain
I cycle my mind through this process stage by stage phase by phase
Day by day
These pills I have to take
Or else I make bad decisions
And I stray from my control over my past I have no debt I haven’t fully paid
My beds are made my truth is said
It’s no deeper than it seems
Truth is déjà vu
Is so weird I just can’t put my finger on it
I don’t know honestly how I could explain
The scars they just remain
I’ll remain aware of my perspective
I can’t lose it
I can’t play
The game
No time to contemplate
To revise what I have made
These decisions in my wake
I’m but a man
But I can bend the moonlight and purge the world out of my veins
As I erupt in fiery rain
My body hurts so I rain
My mind it runs from me
I’m afraid in these dead bodies
Mine start to feel that mine have hollowed out
The same
The dead body is me with my own face
I’m in tune
I’m insane
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devilfish
44w
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The Fog
Between the bedsheets of baby soft skin
Burned a fire from satan’s sin
The fire was started by him
Started when we were just kids
Bloody baby bibs
And eyes that would ripple into chaos
As reality conducts it’s rat race
The part that burdens my heart
Is the time that it takes
To break a child down with systematic hate
I see how you obfuscate and how you gaslighted us phrase by phrase
Had me question what I even had to say because it shorted my circular circuits with wires that frayed
And a story that could fill endless page after page
But a tongue with words that I can’t say
And a werewolf’s howling pain to the moon for her watery rays
Could heal the burden of my burning haze fog condensed wounds
I’m in pain
The doldrums of different things
With truth that comes boldly my way
My brain is not the same
I’ve read the studies
I’m trying to help myself in every way
Different doctors in hope I can grow my strength and put down my hands
I won’t drown and complain as I pulled the plug on the sink I’m sorry I’m a broken record I’m empathic and I’m drained I’ll never be the same
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devilfish
44w
Concrete Desert
Instead of a tumble weed
You see isolated people
They used to be a part of humanity
Now the rest of the world’s silence
Becomes their cruelty and their endless life of crippling pain
As if human life could be shoved into projects and use poverty as a weapon
To let our blood run as we slip quietly into the drain
Look at what we have to our names
No help
No hope
A carriage on the sidewalk as the mother is attempting to exchange with strange men to feed herself
To fill the family’s plate
Because people have been subjected to a systematic process driven by rage
Another Wall Street didn’t match up to the drawing now they can’t paint a pretty face
Disgusting how history reared it’s ugly face to give them back their just place and stop the rage
Subversion while you pick off their plate so hopefully the next generation will wane
Hoping their hunger can weaken them
Now we fall just like rain
Evaporating before we hit the window pane
I’m struggling to find the world’s heart
But I believe it’s not going to beat again
As I watch the war zone of an urban unspoken tragedy
A curbside with bodies peeking out from tents with bodies terribly atrophied they were so scared and so tired I run these nightmares constantly those poor eyes I can see
I know the eyes are the door to the only hope we know
I have shelter
I see your pain
I’m so sorry
I feel your pain
Don’t you worry
I cannot bear to see the sight
But I must not stick my nose up in Privilege
I only have my effort
My hands
My love
I would part the ocean with my will if I can I’d make the whole world still just to hold you in my hand
And give you a heart that’s filled
And eyes that are hungry to see
Hands that are quick to help
A mouth that is always compelled to speak truth
Feet that would take me to wherever I wanted to
And a mind that has torrents of thoughts on currents that swell
A tsunami of emotion
The deepest well
No words can raise my heart to the skies
Too rattled by the dystopian Hell
Too compelled to sing to the hurting
By heartfelt broken strings of tied of lullabies and my empathic heart has been so horrified
Traumatized
I feel your pain I feel your pain I feel your pain
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devilfish
44w
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Need
I stopped needing more than the needed person needed me
I have my own mouth to feed
An ego to please
Now the only time I love myself
Is when the people I loved stopped loving me
The one’s that didn’t leave
I left because I couldn’t sleep
Knowing any part of their life was darker because I didn’t leave
And now my ugly storm of chaos and life has struck the Earth like a contagious disease
After maturing and learning I know the only way I’m going to love me is if I take the time alone to know myself
Comfortably
How painful it was, writhing uncomfortably and my anxiety causing me to confuse myself as everyone watched as if I were a car crash you struck a match and watched me burn as you stepped out of the way and watched blankly as I watch you turn your back
You just left me in the aftermath
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devilfish
44w
Fingerprints
Snowflakes kissing your skin
As my fingers tracing your mind
Enhancing the sin
Our link is permanently unique
Melodies dancing to our hymn
My words they drip with my intent
Time you will be glad you have spent
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devilfish
45w
Butterfly Kiss
In a few drops of ink I have put my hands up and surrendered to the emptiness of the page
and it’s entirety as it’s incomplete vastness consumes me
Sometimes I feel a thousand words on my tongue only to run out of pages and run my words like rain until my eyes cycle and my life phases
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devilfish
46w
I See It
My blood turned cold
It’s surreal the way even
Gravity would freeze
I’m told I will feel chained
When I find the will to break me
These problems
Change me
My life is rearranging by itself
And I’m insane
My copper lines are fraying
Will this current be enough to sustain me?
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anjuzzzz
46w
Dark theme lagaya apni phone mein
Andera hua meri zindagi mein12 2 1
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daffodilpearlzz
Don't say that, I too have dark theme on my phone :o
But you know it right, stars are visible only in the dark XD - uttkarsh_15 @daffodilpearlzz Exactly
Love Skewed Chaotic Protest
©esperrto
High school senior adolescence, bizarre rock artist (Alice Cooper) defined chaotic young persons rite into adulthood in those skewed perception ideals of war called police action, for example protest days now some five and six decades past with lyrics as chaotic as the the social fads and tend. Song lyric phase accent at "18 I don't know what I want" and then enforce "am I a boy or am I man" the flight or flight "I gotta get out of the place". And, a sea of those type of turning of age faced with forced enlistment in that police action were a flower girl and a hippie guy intent on each formidably subduing all other radical events to pursue each other. And, they sat in English listening to the classic literary authors works from a teacher whose words were def as coming lovers blocked mentoring words that somehow pierced clearly from the mumble of expert quotes, playing gaze hide and seek with smiles and tingles when their instructor faced the black board. Spurned by the sharp intent emotional phrases that their level combined adoration. They matched in passion to "He loved not wisely, but too
well" by Shakespeare. Such intense writing from works like "Catcher in the Rye" I remeber6 J.D. Salinger and of course others as were the day, Giggling to "Animal Farm " and, yes "Catch 22", "Clock Work Orange" and "Soylent Green". If there was any continuity in those day, it had to be everything was erratic.
Lance is who I speak, and he had is own car. And Gail his crush had parents who worried, but cared more her happiness than stuffy rules. Of course, they knew the means for a first date was a sure thing. When Lance hread about the movie line up at the theater. He lit like a candle. The double feature Fridat might
was "Billy Jack" then "Phase Three". With seats at the back of the audience, there was little doubt passion peak and theyr mutual intent rising a level. Without the details, that late Spring Friday night was heavy with humid air and unseasonably over 80 degrees. And, that was mild as thg they walked from the theater arm on arm adding to the humidity level noticable as the stroll to his car brought kindred thoughts of an out of sight rendezvous on a country road that night with a full beaming moon. With that in their, Lance leaned his head toward a softly spoke ih ts the witching hour with the hee. She smiled and said, I got my big strong man to keep me. And the car doors shut in unison.
Now, in those days controlled substances were nothing but illegal. Well, the laws are the laws, but each officer and their department determined the level of enforcement. Not many youths, at least high school seniors, if caught high, were usually taken home, and allowed their parents to handle the matter. I'm not sure why. Maybe because, those 18 year olds would not be processed in the wartime draft as smoothly with a criminal conviction. Lance never dealt any party supplies and he never bought any either including beer or wine. His buddies were some years out of high school didn't mind buying for him. Because he only wanted a
Small amount sometimes on the weekend.
The budding lovers found a quite spot to park, and let each other learn their first time at intimacy. The car radio played softly and they quietly occasionally glancing. Its was a while when Lance thought to brake the ice, and pulled out his bagg of capsules and tabs. Gail gasped, I didn't know, I never did before. Lance confides he felt the same way his first time. Gail wonder what she'd do if she ever were offered and she decided to try
As they went things kinda moved away from love and passion. Then Gail began acting silly giggling and even dancing somewhat as she climbed onto the hood of the car, Lance laughed and said, there should be a lake nearby, I'll go see and maybe we'll go field a swim. He turned and hustled away leaving the bag of pills on the car hood beside Gial
I have proclaim I'll never be as intense as a master artist like Shakespeare. But, I'm quite sure this tale to point that one can guess the rest. Or, make up one's own ending or endings. So I'll say about writers. Any work, is based on a truth. Even Scifyi and horror productions. I've come to this conclusion realizing no one can think anything that doesn't already exist. Simply because, creation is infinite and we are not. The moral of this story could about faith in believing is said to all anyone needs. If, believing means as the word looks, the to be a true believer simply "be" and " live'. I think Gail and Lance are along that vien, and finally, did you end the story "Disney" or " Steven King ".15 0 2
devilfish
48w
First Pillar
Something crept inside inside itelf
The weak veins of the interior
When one lacks control
It's reflected by the exterior
In the mirror where If you stare into it
Where it's eerily familiar
Until every interaction
Cross pollinated with toxic seeds of trauma
To birth from the void after every trauma
A solid sane
Person starts to wane
Even plane of a land leveled by trauma
Thinking of mama
Where even could be met with her
If she wasn't taken
Trauma
Our first pillar of strength is ourselves
Our skin that demands light like leaves
But frails and wilts in the sun36 2 7
- clichepenname This read like a rap song with multiple layers to it man. Well done!
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nivey14
This is damn
#tuhihai
NA JANE TU KESE
HUMESHA MERA HO
JATA HAI....
YAHA TO ME KHUD
SE KHUD KA NAHI
HO PATA.......
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devilfish
53w
Fear is Formless
In religion
God pulsates like crackling lightning
In an empyrean ether
An all powerful being scripted in art
And poetry
Scriptures alike and apart
In it's conceptual symmetry
Incongruity is only felt in the immensity
A startling complexity
I believe is seemingly
Able to be caught
Athough, not by curiosity?
He's not a keen hunter
He has the shield of discovery
And he holds weight retrospectively
Dating back to our infancy
Our elusive target
Preys on you and me
Sinisterly biting and picking at you
And me
A vulture like predatory urgency
Unsettling gluttony and it swarms like
Silent locusts always out of focus
It's maddening
You can only hear as it grows from a cricket's song to a lion's crescendo growling underneath it's roar empowered with it's
Mystique and allure
Noise as it erupts from the Earth's crust
And rises like smoke from the still dust
But peace will be no more
We are all unique by our solid divisions
An incision of a score
If they murder it by gaslighting us with
Folklore
Percepticide is genocide
With no gore
No trace
And where they were
Is a hole left to pore
It's nightmarish face and it's eyes to the floor Now a shadow
Shallow
The depth of our perception
Can only be measured by the depth of our
Reflection
When we break off from our experiences
And how they form like armor to us
If we groom it correctly
How satisfactory it suits us
And my head cannot forget me
God Is said to throb with ability
To hold the same trait
Of formlessness we conjure in songs
We don't see
But it weighs us down on a plate
Of humility where we didn't see our space to be strong
We forget our strength
That seems to be the human perception
Of "power'
One thing that the best
And the worst of us weaken in pain
To overlook the concept that fear is
Formless and
And to near it is to go from sane
Nearly touching the plane of the insane
Unsafe
Where light creates
A space in between the breath it intakes
Just like our God
In which words can describe him
With bravery
Steel faith
And conviction
But if you ask any man
"What is fear?"
He's speaking but somehow wordless
The question will be answered
Nonprepared and this is how they're burdened
As they attempt to cloak what can't
Be seen
The unaware answer
Shows them that in order to
Make the fear indicator
Then green
Is to become self aware
You must draw into light
And create your own force
To recreate your light
To recognize something else's power
So that you can recognize your own
Can feel your growth in leather as it's
Sewn
And take flight from your strength
It'll strain to exist from your fight
Turning day to night
And night to day
Words that are begging
But you left them to stay
See the real danger is shadowed like
A cradle
Sipping from the ladel of complacency
Is where danger in the form
Of Formless fear
In the air like conspiracyl
A remainder of what you left to fester
So scared
Significantly increasing in undivided urgency
Compiled like files in a freeze
An unsolved cold case
I leave
In order to invent their only
Self awareness could unimpair the
One who's own power they can conceive
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devilfish
54w
Hold Your Tongue
You upset my balance
You advanced in search of
A challenge
You fathomed
You're laughing
I'm pacing
I'm dragging my feet in protest
This must be a text
I k.O all the rest
Line them all up
I'm all in placing my bet
You're stalling be patient
I've got to finish saying
My pride is still staying
I'm tired of this I retire
I'll be back on Monday for the payment
I want receipts
These laws I'm obeying
Except Karma has lost its respect
You won't see your payment
Becoming complacent puts you exactly to where the replacement will be seated in your seat
Not talking adjacent
We grow up we think
Don't let this dark sink
If an existence blink
And miss the midst of mortalities kiss
It's formalities bubble into mist
That glisten and pop violent when they
Hiss
The itches
The sound of the switches
Like glitches on tsunami's power
It brings islands down on their knees
At the width of her knees they line up and kiss
All these key points
They're croaking by choice
They think death amplifies voice
It mutters while it widens the void
It hit me like an asteroid
I'm left devoid of power
My voice tugs me
It tells me to
"Sing louder"
When I'm in the shower
At a late night hour
Make sweet from the sour
My heart can empower me the same way
The sky does to the Earth
As birds sing in it's Utopian garden with flowers
Don't taste the apple
I will lick the ends
I will soak in your creek
I'll curl up to your end
In bed where I met
Your skin and your sweat
A memory I cannot forget
I'm in love with you in the black dress
With a bow in your hair
Leave my mind an unwoven
Mess
You are my only means to destress
I've tried it
Run tests
I feel it beat in my chest
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A night of moonlight
A night of a moonlight
Nightangle flies
A sparkling miracle
Theme on a oracle
Affection an instrument love is to manifest
Dreams of beautiful chaos
In the peaceful trio
A joy ride waves of high tide
Cold breezy air
A mountain in despair
Up and high wanting to fly
As a night of moonlight
Nightangle flies
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alluring_reflections97
56w
Read More"The ink coated words with its healing charm cast spell over the deep cores of my heart"
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