Miraquill
Hope is wicked
You did nothing wrong,
I broke my own heart,
I loved someone who was never mine to call,
I was prepared,
But it still pains.....
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fathimagulzar
41w
Read MoreAt times you want to bring it all out, on people who have wronged you. But it's too difficult to show them what they are and how it effects our sanity. May be it's how things are meant to be, may be we are all destined to suffer and fall so that we stand stronger against the wrongs.
#society #wicked #hurtIt's not like we don't understand
The games you play
The words you say
To hurt and put us down
We only don't want to
Make you feel bitter
Show you your quivering mirror
And Unleash your true self
We are quiet
So that you don't suffer the consequences
Of what you've done to us
And all that we have endured
O society, we are not dumb but speechless
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BETRAYAL
I wonder what you'd gain now that you've caused so much pain;
..... ..... ..... .....
Maybe you can sleep well at night while your victim goes insane;
..... ..... ..... .....
Without regard for the bond we shared and the world I've built around you for years;
..... ..... ..... .....
This cruel side caught me off guard, never really thought that you'd bring me much tears.
..... ..... ..... .....
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roel_gonz
67w
Don't let her
pleasant smile
fool you
from inside
wicked smirk in
her eyes
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annie_01
71w
For those are lost,
Their eyes were blind,
In the face of the world,
So dark, so immersed,
So reversed, and upside down,
In the lies and wicked world.
Confusion in the soul,
Lost in the sea of unknown,
Died passion of love in life,
No eyes can penetrate the truth,
For the world had lost in wickedness.
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BeLIEve In Make-BeLIEve
The magical world of Disney
Isn't so magical anymore.
The wholesome tales of friendships and whirlwind romances are of the glamours
That is practiced to conceal the horrors that even the most notorious serial killer would vomit continuously.
Every tale that was bathed in false light has been revealed to be dark.
Childhood memories can only take you so far.
Over the course of our lives, we try and relive the magic but to our destain.
We will never watch the wholesome movies the same again.
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Wicked
1. Distant stays crookedly straight it's all the same when
2. Wicked ways cuz wicked pays just enough to make the wicked stay
3. the addicts are stayin slaves cuz that's addictions way
4. Im Addicted in the addic gettin manic when i cant have it lettin in frantic so i panic causn havick
5.livin tragic due to manic tendencies causin static instantly between me and the plastic fake fanatics
6. And I'm back at it night and day At night they come out to play but the good should run away
7. Cuz I must say
8. danger goes higher
9. And it never gets tired
10. it wont ever retire
11. the only light out tonight in sight
12. is gonna be fire
13. from bic lighters
14. In the hands of abusers and liars
15. Beasts and freaks, thieves and tweeks, monsters prey on the weak
16. As they sleep counting sheep they should be safe
17. But locked doors dont keep the evil away
18. Even when it's late with all that lurks around this place.
Good ones become lost without a trace
1. Making so many lose faith
2. In the human race
3. Myself included cuz I've stood black hooded at night
4. with the outcasted in sight
5. Watched nd learned I watched them burn
6. I Witnessed them turn on one another with no concern
7. The innocents get ditches the snitches gain riches
8. The thugs just run while the real ones end up in prison
No it's not the only way it goes it's just more often than most know
1. Sell outs get sold out like the damned sell their soul
I've lived with wicked surrounding myself in my own hell as I battled addiction
Within and gettin internally twisted
Watching people cooking dope in their kitchen
We never heard about this struggle in schools lessons I must of missed that section
Never did we think this was the future we wished for cuz that went missin for shore and we were wishin for riches and picket fences and all we got were dreams that eventually managed to vanished
And feelings of being useless, helpless, and damaged
I cant stand it
We never planned for it yet they're lookin at me like ya we told you so
Hell no not one single person helped me be ready for this shit and so fast it got too heavy
What happened to the classics and being professional
1. If these nightcrawlers were catholic the priest would never leave the confessional
2. Its becoming pathetic on how they've become so predictable
3. Let me vent in my lyrics on this instrumental
4. Or I might go psycho lose control and bo might go have a psychotic break on my mental
5. I dont know but why question the inevitable
6. A verbal fight with beau is damaging like a fist fight with kimbo
7. Its keepin me from becoming a tragic story like so many others known as abnormal
8. I gotta get this out before my brain has a blow out
9. I'm feelin crazy baby why cant I keep my feet to the ground in front of me
10. I think it's just me maybe but it feels like it surrounds my brain like rabies
11. The beat vibrates the ground I'm feeling more calm now but I'm being looked at like I'm lazy
12. I just hope this isnt calm before the storm as I fly in like a kamikaze
13. Why is my mental so torn bring me back to my human form but lately I cant stand me I might even hate me
Words with purpose/ can be of service/ when some wanna hurt us/ its torturous on how they tortured us behind closed doors with curtains down the blinds up to hide the bruises and cuts/ and scrapes/ some beat some burn some rape/ and I know all three so I'm known to hate/ they took from me a chunk of humanity/ and gave back some insanity/ but I wont let it be the end of me/I know my enemy/ because I know those who take /are bound to their fate/ where mine is the path I make
1. What do I got to do to get it
2. through to you that I'm through with who I used to be and who used to use me so its kudos if you know you got away with it before but no more as I move on wit my life I slam that door
3. And nail it shut with boards across it so it never opens back up
4. I just wanna make this day right
5. wanna get this stage time
Wanna make this stage mine
1. wanna take a stage dive
2. I just wanna make this beat fly
And get paid on time for writing lines to say some rhymes
1. I hope you know I'm Writing lines for the working minds
I wake up
to an instrumental just to beat it up/let's shake things up cuz I'm lyrically in combat/got ahold of your brain by its testacles so now im fuckin shit up with a verbal massacre/ im a word murderer alphabet cereal killer deadly as you can be from A to Z hit you lyrically but its gonna be felt physically a wide spread attack like I had twin uzis I handle my shit like a Porsche or a Ferrari fuck around and get burnt my words bringing heat like a torch you must be feelin chilly?
Why else challenge an O.G.
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Wicked
Calm is the sea yet ocean is full of tides
Innocent children yet wicked witches,
Moon shines upon dark ghastly night's effigy
Yet it only takes twelve degrees from syzygy.
Nothing is fair in this grim deadly world
Planets align sometimes, sometimes they forget,
Fathers kill their only child, scold their souls apart
Children wish their parents death and feel no regret.
Not much can be done about these nonsense absurdities
Only live and survive and breath this thick foul air,
Try to bring change and get razed to the ground
Adhere to the rules, hope for calamities and live in despair.
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abhii_mac
100w
As life gets tougher
You get to stay alone
Watching the forecast
Of faith and admiring the
Wicked up time with blissful
Presence of darkness getting
in through your peace of mind
Representing your soul to stay
Active throughout the life with a
Positive composure of not letting
things go wrong under any pathetic
Situation witnessing a amazing days ahead!
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Story she hide,
For her parents pride,
She was scared that night,
When Her uncle
turned off the light.
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Wicked game
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Wicked Eyes
Blessed are those
whom his eyes adore.
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thebhavnasaxena
108w
Read More#devil #hell #sabrina #queen #life #bargain #life #pain #girlpower #yougogirl #wicked #staystrong #staystrong #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawarèness #shewrites #followme #poet #creative #readwriteunite #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersofmirakee #poetsofmirakee #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #freeverse #pod #wds #writinglife #quotes #poem #mood
Dear Devil
Here's fire that I must
Walk upon, no roses,
Only thorns, only bones,
That I must wear in my hair,
Here lies the womb of pain
And some voice dictates I
Must drown in it like a seed
And rise again and again,
Like a phantom of who I
Used to be before, from my
Grave, I must bloom, like
The flower that will still
Astound them with her fragrance
In the hour of apocalypse
Even when I don't know my sin,
I must wear this colour darker
Than dark in my skin, here
Comes the devil, and tells me
I must dance with him, round
And round we go, till my blood
Flows in circles, pours from me
As if I were a well, but who says
I would bargain for nothing when
The devil stands before me, if this
Is to be my fate forever, make the
Most of my curse, I shall, for all
My trouble, dear devil, won't you
Crown me queen of hell?
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yashvibansal
116w
Read MoreSOUL, DEAR ANGEL?
An angel, burning in fire
A devil, plunging higher
An angel, struggling with desire
A devil, an ardent trier.
An angel, smiling while standing still
A devil, astounded at her will
The angel, smiling again
While her eyes recited poetries of her pain.
A devil, trembling as the wind blows,
He knows her highs, his lows.
A battle, to be fought to the end
Both know there'll be wounds to tend.
Heaven's angel
Smiling hell
Hell's devil
Praying well.
Her eyes on him,
She holds up a picture
Her eyes bloodshot,
Examining her new found stature.
The devil yelps
He cries for help
The angel advances, slow and quiet
Still the devil turns white.
This an angel turned bad,
She's horrendous, yet sad
For her picture drops blood and painful hues
Remember, Lucifer was an angel too!
Her pain has destroyed her, giving evil a ruse.
For it will be a fight
Between evil and good-turned-evil's might
The devil knows he will lose
For it is the cow that rams the horn the worst
And it is good turned bad that causes the most woes.
And yet they fight
Amidst still and quiet
A losing battle on both sides
One will lose power,
Will retire into his hole
But the other, shall lose her soul.
And as the angel becomes the devil
The sun sets on reigning evil
Unable to witness anymore
A war between a lost soul and a losing soul.
Remember, that devil could be anyone around you
And you could be that angel too!
Losing yourself, complete and whole
In a fight with someone who has no soul.
COPYRIGHT YASHVI BANSAL
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©yashvibansal10 2
sarahrachelea
116w
If you could ignore me
With your cold-blooded wicked heart
Then I guess I should learn
To sadistically cut you out of my pristine heart
~ the neglected innocent
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eden_with_eve
119w
Read More#fire #love #soulmate #seduction #otherhalf #heart #lovers #vocabulary #bigwords #burn #beautiful #relationship #strongwoman #intense #jaded #wanton #wicked
Forgive me, darling, as I am jaded.
An overrated airhead.
Agitated, more prone to act out with verbiage that will leave one eviscerated.
I am a wasp in posession of a wicked tongue.
Wanton and weak to the wiles of her wit.
I worry for the suitor who sleeps at my side.
We are both fighters, apt to start rather than stop fires.
Most ruinous acts between us transpire, together we perspire, and he calls me destroyer of worlds.
He loves me and when I inquire as to why I am the subject of his fascination he tells me the causation is simply this...
Were it not for my brave tongue, he would never have had the pleasure to know my fever brain. The mind that many call insane is ingenious though it scrapes against social norms. He tells me it rattles against my beautiful skull. A raving soul in posession of the most lovely pair of lips, fit thighs, fine hips. His favorite part of me is the curve where the indent of my waist dips.
He begs me with this touch.
I am weak to the clutch of his sturdy grip.
Even as I slight him, slipping in cuts with my cultivated vocabulary, he is naught caused to turn away.
My love, he is the balm to my bite.
Where I rage he dares to rise to my fire and warm himself by the edge as if it could never burn him at all.
©eden_with_eveForgive me, darling, as I am jaded.
An overrated airhead.
Agitated, more prone to act out with verbiage that will leave one eviscerated.
I am a wasp in posession of a wicked tongue.
Wanton and weak to the wiles of her wit.
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mahtobpensdown
120w
Read More#ruminate #wicked #mirakee #writersnetwork #challenge #pod #tale #life #thoughts #diary #pod #repost
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Wicked - playfully mischievous
Ruminate - Rumination refers to the tendency to repetitively think about the causes, situational factors, and consequences of one's negative emotional experience.Tale
As she read the book,
a wicked smile bore on her face.
Was the story known ? Or it
ruminated the twists ahead?
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__sni_pan__
124w
The good thing about venting on
Social media is that
EVERYONE thinks It's about them
BUT NO ONE can be REALLY sure
Still, it keeps everyone aware
AND on their toes..
AND Most importantly it keeps
EVERYONE off your back..
Thus, without pointing a finger at anyone
AND explicitly talking to someone
In an active voice.. using possesive Nouns
Like 'I' 'You' 'We' to get the point accross
Effectively avoiding unpleasant confrontations
That EVERYONE must avoid to protect
Their own Vibrational Energies..
Venting in a passive voice..
..and making it generic is the best way
To say things, get them out
AND it's the most effective in results too.
—Confessions of my Shadow Side.
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Not weak nor wicked,
A sapling of thorns, waiting for the crimson.
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paulwrites
116w
Read More#wicked #hogwarts #harrypotter #fanfiction #fanfic #Hermione #McGonagall #Elphaba #Umbridge #creativewriting #wicked witch #wicked musical #wicked novel #orderofthephoenix
Wicked Hogwarts
(Being a fanfic mashup of Wicked and Harry Potter)
Prologue:
The last thing she remembers is water. Lots of
it. On her face, cascading down her long black dress and nearly burning the hue of her skin. That bitch of a child has splashed her. Of all the gall. And all over a broom. She hadnt been particularly satisfied with it lately, but to be honest, she hadn't been happy with anything in recent years. Still, to be splashed in the face because some teenage wench wanted her broom.
No one will ever take my broom again, she thinks, as darkness overtakes her and she dissolves into the floor. She feels herself coming apart, seperating, melting, and she wonders if this is death or whether the child had mastered her own set of curses. Or maybe it's that damned wizard. He had sent the girl after the broom, Elphaba reasoned. He always lacked the courage to face her himself, the charlatan. But these thoughts do not matter now for she is dying. Ding! Dong! The witch is dead. And then there is nothing. Absolute darkness. Complete silence. In the merry old land of Oz, the wicked witch of the west is no more.
Chapter 1: Elphaba Awakes
Elphaba awakes. Her dark eyes seek the light again. Am I not water, she ponders. Am I not nothingness. Dead. Dispatched. Deceased. Am I in the halls of what comes after death? It's a castle to be sure. But not her castle. It's too quiet. No winkie guards. No chattering monkeys. Just an empty hall. There are signs interspersed on the walls though. Declarations of some kind. Rules and edicts. She notices they haven't been signed by the wizard. Instead they bear the mark of someone called The High Inquisitor. She imagines the title is something similar to "The Great and Powerful" that buffoon of a wizard used back in the emerald city.
She pulls her long cape about her and adjusts the black pointed hat on her head. Just what she needs. Another lunatic wizard. Standing in the middle of the hall she wonders if perhaps she's dreaming. Maybe the little miss with the water bucket just subdued her and the Wizard's technicians are now experimenting with her head. Giving her a mental rearranging to keep her in line.
"I wouldn't stand there if I were you," a voice says from above her. Startled, she looks up to see a transparent man with a nearly decapitated head floating there.
"What did you say?"
He clears his throat and pulls at his moustache so he can be heard more clearly. "I said, Professor, you shouldn't be standing there where you are."
"And why is that?" Elphaba asked.
He gave a little know-it-all chuckle. "Because classes are getting ready to let out...right about...um...now."
Suddenly, all the doors in the hall are thrown open, and out spills forth the most horrible, terrifying thing she can imagine. She nearly screams in her fright, as the vermin scurry out and around her, scattering in all directions, chittering away madly so much it makes her head hurt. Children. Oh how she loathes them. This must be what the religious leaders back in Oz called hell, or at the very least, purgatory.
A woman walks out of a classroom, ushering some of these kids along. "Now, now, on to your next class, students," she says.
Class? Students? I'm in a school? The last time she'd be in school was the university in Shiz. And that's one experience she doesn't care to repeat. Some of her classmates had been so mean. Others had been tolerable, but still uncomfortable at times.
The woman, who is dressed in a long colorful shift with a tall pointed hat not unlike her own, sees Elphaba. She stops a moment, perhaps startled by her emerald green skin, but then smiles graciously and comes towards her.
"Good morning," she greets. "I am Professor McGonagall. You must be the visiting professor that Dumbledore told us about. I am so honored to meet a wizard of your experience and stature. I hope we can learn much from you in your time here."
The green witch, draped all in black, tries hard to muster a smile, but it feels like her face will crack in doing so. "I'm no wizard, I'm a witch, and I have not met a Dimbledore as of yet."
"Dumbledore," Minerva gently corrects. "I can have one of our students take you to his office, if you wish."
"Yes," Elphaba curtsies, though she doubts this is the proper thing to do. "Perhaps that would be best. I'm a little confused about why I am here."
"As I am, as well," Professor McGonagall. "It is awful late in the year for a new teacher. What is your speciality, dear?"
"I piss people off," Elphaba says, half in jest while knowing it's also true.
The Professor laughs so hard her hat nearly tumbles off her head. Some of the students have stopped and are staring. "No doubt. I look forward to that." She turns and looks at a small grouping of students who have just emerged from class. "Miss Granger," she calls to one of them.
A girl with brown mousey hair breaks away from the group and comes over. "Yes, Professor," the girl chirps happily, seemingly eager to please.
"Would you be so kind as to show Professor...." Minerva hesitates. She doesn't know the name of the witch, she realizes.
"Elphaba," the visitor replies.
"Professor Elphaba," the girl replies, smiling so brightly that Elphaba doesn't know whether to smile back or get sick to the stomach.
"Yes, I should have known that," McGonagall says, trying to save face that she didn't know the new faculty's name. "Elphaba. From...?"
"The Vinkus," she replies proudly, but after seeing the confused looks on both Professor and student, adds, "You know, Winkie Country."
"I see," McGonagall replies, but Elphaba knows she doesn't see at all. What is going on here? With all the political upheaval going on in Munchkinland and on the Vinkus border, there's no way they can not have heard of it.
"I was born in Gilliken however. Attended the University at Shiz."
"Ah, Dear Old Shiz," the older professor says, to which Elphaba brightens.
"Oh, you do know it?"
"Not personally, but I have heard it mentioned on occasion. Dumbledore has been there, I heard tell." She looks at the waiting student. "Miss Granger, would you please show Miss Elphaba to Albus' office?"
Hermione looks at her strangely. "Um, Professor, remember he is gone from Hogwarts for the time being."
"Oh, that's right, how silly of me. Well, in that case, I guess she'll have to see, um.. Umbridge, since Dolores is High Inquisitor now." She scowls. "And since she is removing teachers right and left, I can only assume she will choose who you are replacing, or working alongside, during your visit. I assume you are here as an intern?"
"I assume, " Elphaba says flatly.
"Well, at any rate, on behalf of the faculty, welcome to Hogwarts. I am sure you will be a valuable asset to our school."
"Thank you. It is a pleasant surprise to be here." She doesn't say anything about what the alternative is. Here or Purgatory doesn't offer a very big menu of options.
(To be continued? ....)Wicked Hogwarts
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