Miraquill
Sun shines through
In between curtains askew
Thumb in mouth
The unmistakable tangy taste
Of blood caked under fingernails
‘Cause I pop pills for breakfast
And down them in whiskey
I crave the sweet pain
That with comes no gain
But without, one feels so displaced.
©phoenix_ablaze
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phoenix_ablaze
10w
Ripples of Insanity
When the pain’s too hard
No matter how deep you breathe
It’s like the breath never reaches your lungs
‘Cause no matter how hard you cough
There’s still something stuck in your throat
A little something in your eye
Makes your vision blurred
And in your head
A constellation of a million galaxies
Light fading into stardust
That’s when you know
You’ve lost yourself
In between the ripples of insanity.
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phoenix_ablaze
16w
Child
A flicker of red bounced in the sky
String grasped tight, my balloon I’d never let go
Shoes tangled, laces I never know how to tie
Ice cream sliding down my arm
Father’s pinky in my hand
Tiny toes immersed in sand
Why do the moon and sun never get along
Do the clouds taste like cotton candy
What makes a tree so strong?
The waters bubbled and approached
Threatening to spill over the brim
Daddy, daddy can we go for a swim?
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phoenix_ablaze
16w
Inebriated
Thoughts coalesce and combust
Powdering nights in revulsion
Cheeks flushed in anticipation
For more to come
This shan’t be discussed, it’s a must
Fingers numbed
Lips buzzed
Can’t even remember when this begun
Here come the little droplets of rum
Little girl under the stairs
What ever use are these prayers?
Mommy’s inebriated beyond repair
And daddy wasted in despair.
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phoenix_ablaze
17w
Hooded eyes
Fingertips clasped a glowing haze
Fog inhaled and sorrows come out in rays
The air whistled its way through
Wasted on cloudy puffs
Lips broke apart
A tight chest for a sunken heart
A bargain worth taking
Bloody dew drips
From cracked drunken lips
Crystals fall from the living room sky
Glittery drizzles shower this mental infidelity
One that can’t be mended by any sort of apology.
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phoenix_ablaze
19w
Sleep flirtatiously kisses sandy lashes
Dances along hollow sockets
Teasing tired eyes with dreams untold
Fingers intertwined with the prince of fantasies
Through a majesty’s palace of drunken lilies
Suckle on these berry lips goodnight
A shadow shivered under the moonlight
A sigh uttered from parted lips
Let go of my hand forever and goodbye.
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phoenix_ablaze
23w
Lips
Small teeth nibbled on my lip
Cherry lips pressed against mine
Breathed rose tea into my being
Soft fingers teased my lower back
My needy hand caressed a faint dimple
Lustrous eyes at a glance seemed so simple
A shy tongue peeked into a bed so warm
Lustful hand grabbed at her spine
To the inside of a heart so crystalline.
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phoenix_ablaze
26w
Fluid lies slipped out
Of lips cracked and chewed
Suckling on roses
And dripping honey dew
Glassy eyes from tearful nights
In drunken gazes and hooded sights
A drought of the mind
And a soul that’s resigned
All to cover the midnight crazies.
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phoenix_ablaze
34w
Murmur
Hearts aflutter
In a sheath built from every stutter
The graying withered ends of nightmares
Coalesce and caress a beating ruby
Juiced for morning dew
Suffocated in the evening breeze
Hellfire whispers amidst a demanding hurricane
Malice drips in a pool of every beat
A sting and flavor to the midnight worries
Remarks of expectation coughed up
A murmur in the silent cries.
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phoenix_ablaze
45w
Torpidity
Dust and debris danced
In the morning breeze and its cries
Cracked palms shield glassy eyes
Broken nails scratch at bloody fingertips
Toes eaten up by an encroaching blackness
Lungs packed with sand
Respired in high demand
Faces masked against this pandemic’s desire
With death tolls only rising higher
Insanity intertwined with lucidity
Tears let loose
And words now have them by a noose
Years lost and lives stolen
Humans left in a state of torpidity.
©phoenix_ablaze
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My first attempt
Apprehension gripped me from the start
With trembling hands and pounding heart
I grabbed the medicine filled syringe
Mentally resisting the urge to cringe
My dazed eyes stared at the tip of the needle
Convincing myself to deal with this upheaval
I then examined the injection site
Preparing myself for the patient’s bite
“You’re doing good” I said before pricking inside
“Sitting so still with your mouth open wide”
Deposited the right amount of anesthetic
Increasingly nervous, but ecstatic
Though this brought an end to my ordeal
Patient's amused gaze revealed what I tried to conceal
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finnisam
16w
Read Morealoneness soaks itself like rain into my skin, i wander to and fro like satan, longing for heaven to open,
for me to be let inI reach my hand into a puddle and feel what sight has seen
as water grasps the grasping, cleaning the unclean,
beyond the reflection of an eternity in time,
image of sadness, madness, the sublime
ebbing and flowing with raindrops, with clouds,
cloaked in joys, in memorable moments, in shrouds.
Lifting slowly the hand that sought, itself a shallow thought,
clasping, unclasping droplets of water, works unwrought
by fingers of flesh, hands of helpless curiosity.
I look no more, reach no more, abandoning necessity,
my hand did not convey a laugh, a tear, a smile,
it did not speak of eternity, of love, of hate, of trial.
No, the drowning hand said not a word
when rescued from its tomb,
the earth soaks up the water it stirred,
my sight returns to gloom. -
milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake
16w
Read More#kwansaba #JEN_WNLIKE
He's a dream i hide under eyelids .
Shelter of hope to abandoned grey skies.
The missing verses of my lovelorn fantasies.
He is an abditory to my insecurities
His memories are the mattresses of poetries
where my soul cuddles embracing the reveries.
©milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake
Thank you so much for the like�� @writersnetwork.
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pranat03
88w
we are lying
in the graves
of people we
were never
supposed to
become.
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finnisam
102w
“Everything’s okay.”
Tell me it’s going to be okay. Just look at me and tell me.
Repeat these words after me “it’s going to be okay.” I don’t know what else
There is you can do. Listen, I’ll just
Say it. No, tell me I’m going to be okay because there’s nothing I can say
That will make it
Any better. I know that I’m confused. I know that I’ve refused
But just tell me “it’s okay.” That’s all I need from you
Even though it’s not the truth.
It’s never the truth but it doesn’t matter, just say it.
“Everything’s okay.”
Listen, I know it’s not okay.
It’s just a fucking lie I tell hoping it’s all going to be well.
These fucking things I say that I’m sat here trying to repay.
It won’t make it
Any easier. I know you want to but
I don’t. I’ll just figure it out myself. Just put it on the shelf.
Fuck. I can’t even say anything close.
Leave it for a later date. There’s nothing to be said.
Just accept that it’s in my head.
Misunderstanding myself while the truth sits on a shelf.
It’s just me and the endless lies I tell hoping that I’m going to be well.
It’s going to be okay. What else can I say?
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sagejuvenile
135w
Oh Mirakee, sweet serenity
All my life, I've meandered aimlessly,
I was a speck floating in the abyss,
Unaware of my own ability,
Then I collided here and found solace,
Oh Mirakee, sweet serenity,
I lay myself down to cleanse my soul,
You offer love, not hostility,
This is the piece that makes me feel whole,
My mind buried, my heart scattered,
Now reunited in splendor,
Never thought I truly mattered,
I believe I struck buried treasure,
Though I have a ways to go,
I will spread my wings and fly,
Everyday I humbly grow,
Closer to touching the sky.
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Left
Why is it
That very good is not good enough?
There are mothers yelling
There are children searching
For someone to know them
Every year, the crop is cut
And with every rain, I leave
I leave behind most of me
In houses I will try to forget
There are stories retold
Till they are unwelcome
There are attempts to remember
Who all got lost
There are swipes at memory
Yet I look away
It is time to leave, again
For I can smell the rain.
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Mirakee Saves Me
Pressured by beautiful influencers,
From this addiction to social platforms,
Aspirational images too high-end,
Mocking my common, humble norms.
My clothes are truly laughable,
Compared to these runway labels,
My needed vacations modest and boring,
Not like these remote islands of fables.
Their skin is smooth and fresh
With just enough of the sun’s kiss.
Their eyes are bright and full of delight,
Going to paradise whenever they wish.
Their cars are awesome, do you envy?
Zipping around like James Bond.
The world opens to their presence,
Crowding in cheerfully with them around.
Or, you hear their convictions
On the plight of the world.
The middle ground a sign of weakness,
Half the nation should be abhorred.
Everyone is an expert to be heard,
Standing on their soap boxes,
The right is right the left is best,
The shrill, high pitch and obnoxious.
Then, there is a digital place called Mirakee,
Imagined by some enlightened Souls.
I never imagined an app could save me,
With a place with poetic wisdom to extol.
This is a place for the Soul to emote,
Of life’s joys or bitter tragedies.
When agonizing alone and remote,
We twist our plights into comedies.
We find an audience of quick friends,
Reading our every line thoughtfully.
Communication with poets cleanse,
The turmoil we express thoroughly.
Have you ever found a place
In which your Soul can shine?
Mirakee is a collective of giants
Recognizing you are sublimely divine.
Know this place is precious,
Since I am an older gent.
You can roam and never relish,
Such a gift that’s heaven sent.
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Thank You Mirakee Peeps!
You save many longing souls
Dying to be heard.
©juanogando -
theflickeredflames
120w
Read More#mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #love #lovequotes #quotesandsayings #quoteoftheday #heartbreak #lovequotesandsayings #quotes #quotesdaily #dailyquotes #quotestoliveby #wordstoliveby #quoteofthenight #quotesaboutlove #quotestagram #quotestags #quotesforlife #writers #quoted #writersofindia #writersofinstagram #heart #muse
Some poetries are written
With blood, sweat and tears
Some are written with
Hope and faith,
And the rest
Are the memories
Which we tend to keep alive
©theflickeredflames -
finnisam
123w
Tips
It needs to have a rhythm, it needs to make sense.
It can’t be too light, it can’t be too dense.
It needs to have meaning, it needs to make them think.
But no deeper than a puddle otherwise, they’ll sink.
Don’t use fancy words, this isn’t a test.
Just say what you can and try your best.
Make it hit hard, make that feeling last.
Link it with the present, then move to the past.
The future is too far away, so don’t consider it
Unless you have something useful to say, then, make it hit.
It needs to communicate the hypocrisy of life,
An inherent contradiction embedded in strife.
It needs to proclaim something both false and true.
It’s a work of art second but first, it’s a piece of you.
