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Distortion.

I miss being able to write.

I miss the warmth that comes from

the creative juices

running through my body

as the keys click under my fingertips.

I force my mind to take a turn,

but the barricades send me on a detour

sending me on a ride full of reflection-

navigating a minefield

I've already been through.

Monochromatic and dusty;

I play in the silence

revel in the isolation

until I trip over a trigger

that brings on en emotional explosion.

THIS is why I stopped writing.

Opening a door to a funhouse

is how I enter a mindspace

of the cliched darkness and anger

I live my life trying to escape from.

viewing myself as a monster

a freak

unworthy

A warped image of me.

Fighting for self love

while trying to flee the images

too afraid to look at myself too closely.

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Written by Miggie
Distortion.
I miss being able to write.
I miss the warmth that comes from
the creative juices
running through my body
as the keys click under my fingertips.
I force my mind to take a turn,
but the barricades send me on a detour
sending me on a ride full of reflection-
navigating a minefield
I've already been through.
Monochromatic and dusty;
I play in the silence
revel in the isolation
until I trip over a trigger
that brings on en emotional explosion.
THIS is why I stopped writing.
Opening a door to a funhouse
is how I enter a mindspace
of the cliched darkness and anger
I live my life trying to escape from.
viewing myself as a monster
a freak
unworthy
A warped image of me.
Fighting for self love
while trying to flee the images
too afraid to look at myself too closely.


#nonfiction  #poetry 
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Written by Miggie in portal Poetry & Free Verse

My bootstraps broke.

I wish I could walk

out of my life the way others

have walked out of it.

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Written by Miggie in portal Poetry & Free Verse
My bootstraps broke.
I wish I could walk
out of my life the way others
have walked out of it.
#poetry  #haiku 
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Written by Miggie in portal Poetry & Free Verse

ghosts are scary because they are remnants of the past you either want to forget or are dying to get back.

I'm choking on the

blood, sweat, and tears I've wasted

drifting through this life.

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Written by Miggie in portal Poetry & Free Verse
ghosts are scary because they are remnants of the past you either want to forget or are dying to get back.
I'm choking on the
blood, sweat, and tears I've wasted
drifting through this life.
#poetry  #haiku 
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Written by Miggie

Incognito

Cloaked in the privacy

Of darkness

Is where I feel free

Protected from the

Judging eyes of others;

Comforted by the shadows

Because I'm just a shadow

Of who I used to be

And who I aspired to become.

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Written by Miggie
Incognito
Cloaked in the privacy
Of darkness
Is where I feel free
Protected from the
Judging eyes of others;
Comforted by the shadows
Because I'm just a shadow
Of who I used to be
And who I aspired to become.
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Written by Miggie

vulnerable

He asked me to stay

for just one drink.

I smiled

as he took my hand.

Little did he know,

I was willing to stay

'til last call.

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Written by Miggie
vulnerable
He asked me to stay
for just one drink.
I smiled
as he took my hand.
Little did he know,
I was willing to stay
'til last call.
#poetry  #poem  #micropoetry 
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Written by Miggie in portal Poetry & Free Verse

spiraling.

Right now, I want to

be nowhere. I'm hiding in

my nonexistence.

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Written by Miggie in portal Poetry & Free Verse
spiraling.
Right now, I want to
be nowhere. I'm hiding in
my nonexistence.
#haiku 
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Written by Miggie

nighttime.

My tears taste like a

Mix of Hennessy and coke

Soaking my pillow.

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Written by Miggie
nighttime.
My tears taste like a
Mix of Hennessy and coke
Soaking my pillow.
#haiku 
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Written by Miggie in portal Poetry & Free Verse

trying to find a proper title pisses me off sometimes.

Consistently inconsistent

and in a constant state of

discomfort

the blades of change

carve out new routines

within the status quo

selfishly wishing to disconnect

but afraid of what it feels like

to be unloved

Knowing others are the only reason

one would bother to trudge along

the mundane

day to day

depressing

hopeless

fuckin pointless

tasks we assign ourselves

to feel we do something of value.

Roles like

mother, friend. brother,

caretaker, lover, employee,

confidante, rock--

I never realized I had been

fulfilling the role of

token friend who

is an emotional mess.

You're supposed to surround yourself

with positivity

but even positivity can only take so much

of someone who is down in the dumps

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Written by Miggie in portal Poetry & Free Verse
trying to find a proper title pisses me off sometimes.
Consistently inconsistent
and in a constant state of
discomfort
the blades of change
carve out new routines
within the status quo
selfishly wishing to disconnect
but afraid of what it feels like
to be unloved
Knowing others are the only reason
one would bother to trudge along
the mundane
day to day
depressing
hopeless
fuckin pointless
tasks we assign ourselves
to feel we do something of value.
Roles like
mother, friend. brother,
caretaker, lover, employee,
confidante, rock--
I never realized I had been
fulfilling the role of
token friend who
is an emotional mess.
You're supposed to surround yourself
with positivity
but even positivity can only take so much
of someone who is down in the dumps
#poetry  #poem  #personal 
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"I would rather that you remember me as..." Where will this fragment of a sentence take you? To the past? Into a dream scenario? Righting a wrong? Tell me that story. Any genre is welcome. Please tag me with the finished product. #rememberme
Written by Miggie

flawed remembrances

Resting in Peace

or resting in paradise

usually lies

an "amazing" person,

one loved by everybody,

flaws forgotten.

Made up to look alive

even if they had been

bludgeoned in the head.

A slate wiped clean by the guilt

of speaking ill of the dead.

I'd rather

you remember me

as a ball of anxiety

and crying tears of black widows

who tried to exact revenge on those

who dared mess with my soul

I wasn't always brave

and didn't always make

the right decisions.

Remember

that I was broken

but I used my shards

to fight off my demons

and reconstruct protective walls

to keep myself together.

because my life belongs to me

not the things that have

happened to me.

Know that I hated

Know that I loved

And that I lived the best life

that I could.

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"I would rather that you remember me as..." Where will this fragment of a sentence take you? To the past? Into a dream scenario? Righting a wrong? Tell me that story. Any genre is welcome. Please tag me with the finished product. #rememberme
Written by Miggie
flawed remembrances
Resting in Peace
or resting in paradise
usually lies
an "amazing" person,
one loved by everybody,
flaws forgotten.
Made up to look alive
even if they had been
bludgeoned in the head.
A slate wiped clean by the guilt
of speaking ill of the dead.
I'd rather
you remember me
as a ball of anxiety
and crying tears of black widows
who tried to exact revenge on those
who dared mess with my soul
I wasn't always brave
and didn't always make
the right decisions.
Remember
that I was broken
but I used my shards
to fight off my demons
and reconstruct protective walls
to keep myself together.
because my life belongs to me
not the things that have
happened to me.
Know that I hated
Know that I loved
And that I lived the best life
that I could.
#poetry  #challenge  #poem  #rememberme 
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Written by Miggie in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Reasonable dreams

just type.

just write.

a means to an end

shouldn't always feel

so mean

detach yourself

don't worry about

the critiques.

a parent's wish

is noble

but is not

a transcript.

A need for control

and a God complex

have made you feel

you're forever in debt.

manipulations and smoke screens

have hidden the alternative

lives you could have

CHOSEN

to live.

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Written by Miggie in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Reasonable dreams
just type.
just write.
a means to an end
shouldn't always feel
so mean
detach yourself
don't worry about
the critiques.
a parent's wish
is noble
but is not
a transcript.
A need for control
and a God complex
have made you feel
you're forever in debt.
manipulations and smoke screens
have hidden the alternative
lives you could have
CHOSEN
to live.
#poetry  #poem 
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