Mirakee Stories

*20 in writersnetwork* Here I share, My love for words. Enter deep in my realm, Where poems dwell. Once you start, you cannot stop, For magic lurks in every spot.

Mechanical guy thinking during his work, struggle, his achievements etc.

Thoughts of a boy on a cold night

this is a new app I just found

Swear to GOD I'm living in hell. Like I truly feel that this is the land of the forsaken. No one really loves anyone anymore. Its like love is only a "word" which means "to like someone profoundly", what the FUCK is that. Everyone is malicious and deceptive and back stabbing. You got "agencies" that actually pay their employers to "care"... To actually FUCKING CARE...what happened to humanity and a loving community. Greed, drugs, porn, prostitution, that's what the FUCK HAPPENED. Now we live in a world where in No One loves you the state then pays certain "agencies" to pick up the lack and do what...."CARE"...IF THIS AINT HELL IT SURE AINT FAR FROM IT ©lyricalslouch

I feel as if I no longer have an "energy source" or "thrive" within me. As if I've been depleted of all PSYCHOLOGICAL life. All that's left is this PHYSICAL entity or mass of flesh and bone. My "soul" or "spirit" has vacated my body. I remember being energetic and vibrant, even witty, but now I seem blah and pathetic. I feel lethargic and weak almost to a crippled psychological state. I've lost Hope and now feel eager for the "END". I've almost completely abandoned my interest and now desire to simply just rest. Close my eyes, slip into my dreams, and finally rest. Though I have no reason to feel this tired, at least physically, must be a case of mental fatigue. Excuse me while I rest ©lyricalslouch

Six Lives, Six Stories & One City. Join me in this journey of love, pain, death & second chances all transpired through the eyes of the protagonists and their views in my debut novel "When We Met."

A girl letting love do its work

I heard the whispers as I lay, with dread The gruesome screams of figures I created Exceedingly painful, calling cries for help Of the invisible beings scolding me with fire I couldn't run, there was no escape Nor a light at the end of this dark labyrinth The shadows and their red piercing eyes was all I could see I wished I could run, but there's no escaping the words within of me.

Just some string of thoughts I had over a cup of coffee.

The hard 🤓📝🖌way to success ,through pain,struggle,and sacrifices to have a better future🥂🥂🍾 and a successful life 🏗🥇🥂.by learning the hard way and reading God's word the Bible and to learn to more about life and be more observant in life with what you do and who you are. Learn from th best in order to be the best

'The final gifts' is a short story of a boy who wanted to surprise his parents and spend the day with them. But then the destiny struck.

This is just a bunch of my new writing addiction

A collection of haiku written by yours truly. These can all be found on Mirakee under the author closet_poet.

Just some of the poetry I've written. Mostly bad ones. Very depressing and sad.

Random scribblings about what crosses my mind. Mostly dark and [sur]real. Trying to find myself through this catharsis. Basically a compilation of my Instagram posts.

Poems of all different shapes and sizes, about varying topics that are related to things in my life

I decided to compact most of my free verses in my free time here.

mint_gum- Hey stalker! Not interested for anything go away...#youdon'twannaknow. youdon'twannaknow- kitten not a stalker I admire you. #mint_gum. Author-Don't kill me.Please cherry on top.