Mirakee Stories

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.

Thoughts of a boy on a cold night

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Words are the bricks. The feeling is the foundation. Together, they are the home of a heartfelt poem. ***** "Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion our most inexhaustible source of magic." - Albus Dumbledore

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.

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 find myself in a metamorphosis, changing with each and every moment. My mind and body under a transformation created by the HAVOC and trials in which I endure. I feel as though destruction and dismay is ultimately inevitable and all struggle is completely futile. Thoughts of suicide no longer carry the message of demise but rather the execution of something beautiful and triumphant. A state of ecstasy and relief which will seem like heaven falling upon my decrepit TORN soul. ©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."

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

A girl letting love do its work

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

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

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

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

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.

As I wondered into the Eclipsed Forest, a group of strangers, who had never met each other, unconsciously lured me into its depths as they shared their stories. Find out their fears and secrets as they make their way to nowhere. Do you dare step in?

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

*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.

'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.