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  • abandoned_soul_ 7w


    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!

  • nocturnal_enigma 39w

    * 588th post; 90 posts till 678th
    * 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


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    -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!

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • devilfish 39w


    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


  • 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


  • devilfish 43w

    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


  • devilfish 44w

    Red Ribbons

    So inviting
    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

  • devilfish 44w

    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

  • 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
    I feel your pain I feel your pain I feel your pain


  • devilfish 44w


    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
    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

  • devilfish 44w


    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


  • 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

  • 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?


  • anjuzzzz 46w

    Dark theme lagaya apni phone mein
    Andera hua meri zindagi mein

  • esperrto 47w

    #theme stream over grammer#free literal form#

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    Love Skewed Chaotic Protest


    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 ".

  • 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


    Our first pillar of strength is ourselves
    Our skin that demands light like leaves
    But frails and wilts in the sun

  • lioness_sakshigupta_ 52w


    JATA HAI....
    HO PATA.......

  • 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
    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
    The depth of our perception
    Can only be measured by the depth of our

    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
    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

    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

  • 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
    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
    You are my only means to destress
    I've tried it
    Run tests
    I feel it beat in my chest

  • anu94poems 56w

    #affection#theme# wod
    # mirakee writers

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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

  • alluring_reflections97 56w

    "The ink coated words with its healing charm cast spell over the deep cores of my heart"


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    "The ink coated words with its healing charm cast spell over the deep cores of my heart".