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  • thatgeekgirl 19h


    A tendency amongst the creative types
    That produce stand-out art of a "different kind"
    Is to release their thoughts to run amok;
    To unsecure all insecurity, to perfectly free their mind.

    It's like a lair lies deep within the grey matter,
    Amidst firey paths of thought, and cerebral fluid rivers
    That a Loki-like renegade muse is trapped by default
    But when his guard is let down, he delivers.

    He launches Molotov cocktails of emotion against your brain's walls,
    Shrapnel from years of feelings, experiences and hurt.
    He takes billboards of memories and hammers them in plain sight,
    And splatters an obligation to use them all over your shirt.

    At first you may fear him, and his arsenal of angst
    Scared to face it,, you might beg for him to leave.
    But if you embrace the chaotic mess of life he presents
    You might find he's actually granting you a reprieve.

    By allowing this mess of "amokness" to play out;
    By grasping the dishevelled disarray with pen or brush in hand
    You can find its not as grotesque as you thought.
    It's a valuable commodity, materials only you can understand.

    So though he may seem a tyrant,
    A rude interruption making calamity rain in torrents,
    This muse running amok, and allowing you to run with it
    Is what lets us make art from parts we find abhorrent.

    Our grievances, our misjudgements, our failures...
    Our moments of remorse, our regrets
    Are all just shambolic mediums within us
    That just haven't been shaped into a masterpiece yet.

    Don't fear your inner abominable afflatus,
    Free him, even feed him, let him out!
    By butchering your canvas of chaotic memories,
    He'll quench your thirst in the midst of a poeticule's drought.


  • aratrikroy 1d

    করোনা সত্য (pt.1)

    বিশ্ববাসীর মনেতে নাকি ভয়টা গিয়েছে বসে
    শতবার্ষিক মহামারী নাকি ছড়াচ্ছে দেশে দেশে।
    সাধারণ নয়, এ নয় কোনো ব্যাক্টেরিয়ার কাজ
    ভাইরাস এটি ;জন্ম দিয়েছে সেই চীন ধড়িবাজ।
    জন্ম এটির হয়েছে চীনের উহান নামক স্থানে
    দিচ্ছে চীন ফুসমন্তর সকলের কানে কানে-
    ভাইরা এটি শয়তান, করেছে মোদের ছিন্ন।
    কিন্তু প্রকৃত সত্য আসলে সম্পূর্ণ ই ভিন্ন।

    তথ্য ঘেটে গবেষক গণ দেখেছেন স্বচক্ষে
    ষড়যন্ত্রের জালের সূচনা উহানে: গোপন কক্ষে।
    নিজের দেশে রোগ ছড়িয়ে কেঁদেছে হাজার কান্না
    উহানে কিন্তু ডাক্তার কেউ আক্রান্ত ই হন না।
    উহান থেকে দেশে বিদেশে ছড়িয়ে পড়লো কত
    কিন্তু নিজের দেশেতেই নাকি ছড়ায়নি ঠিকমতো।

    সত‍্যান্বেষী ডাক্তার কে মেরেছে করোনা ঢুকিয়ে
    নৃশংসতার নমুনায় যায় খুনিরও রক্ত শুকিয়ে।
    এত কারবার কিন্তু এদের আসলে ঠিক কি লক্ষ?
    বুঝেছে চীনের মন্ত্রী যারা নিজ কাজে অতি দক্ষ।

    যুদ্ধে জড়ালে সামলাতে হয় আর্থিক অবরোধ
    অতো দুর্ভোগে পড়বে? চীন এতটা কি নির্বোধ?
    আড়ালে থাকবে।ছায়াযুদ্ধেতে দেবে প্রবল চাপ
    কৌশলে, যাতে ভাঙবেনা লাঠি কিন্তু মরবে সাপ।
    (To be continued..)

  • feel_the_words 4d

    Good Morning beautiful souls!!������
    Try controling all these to control your anger��
    #anger #peace #sleep #love #Lifequotes #experience
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    Lack of sleep,
    hunger & stress
    are the main
    cause of Anger!


  • panabee 5d

    "We all make them, the difference is what we do after we make the mistake, how we see the mistake - a learning experience or a failure."



    I stopped doing the things in business that had made me so successful in the first place, a devastating mistake business owners often make.....

    Good people make mistakes and hurt others - then they learn from their mistakes and TRY not to make them again."

    Each life is made up of mistakes and learning, waiting and growing, practicing patience and being persistent

    One must never forget when misfortunes come that it is quite possible they are saving one from something much worse; or that when you make some great mistake, it may very easily serve you better than the best-advised decision."

    Admitting to a mistake means refusing to use other people as scape-goats to avoid responsibility but rather courageously owning up to every single one of them."


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  • anonymously_mysterious 5d

    Life's Way!!

    Life is strange and so is its way...
    It's way of planning,
    It's way of mouldings,
    It's way of holding,
    Holding the heart even when it breaks,
    Giving the courage whatever it takes!


  • tanhayi 1w

    Don't you?

    Don't you ever feel guilty for playing with a heart who trusted you?
    Don't you ever see how your actions contrast your words?
    Do you even know how much it hurts?

    *No you don't.!

    Only i can know, because you have someone who loves you, and i have someone like you

  • nevermind 1w

    Certain things demand change,
    you just have to be aware of the negatives.
    So just go ahead and don't be afraid.

  • hijabi_writes 1w

    Feelings, a discussion

    Can feelings be deleted or forgotten? Is it possible? Or they can never be forgotten or deleted? Can anybody tell? From the experience i have learned they cant be forgotten or deleted. You will still have a soft corner or something soft for a person. You will still have feelings forever. Is there any difference between just feelings n strong feelings? What are the signs of having feelings or strong feelings? Please tell i get confused.
    Also my question is what is the difference between freling and love?


  • pikuthomas 1w

    If you cannot love yourself completely, it perfectly proves your incapability of loving me.

  • sayandeepghosh 1w

    We are fortunate to experience smile, tears and laughter in our life. Without those life is nothing just being lonely. There is no happiness.

    #fortunate #original #quote #smile #tears # laughter #grow #experience #life #writersnetwork #mirakee #readwriteunite #spilledink #writersofmirakee #writersofindia #mirakeequote #quoteswriter #english #englishquote #like #likeforlikeback #follow #followforfollowback

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    Smile, tears and laughter is a part of growing up and those who experienced it are very fortunate.


  • rhythmic_beats 1w

    “We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.”
    —J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

    #light #dark #sides #importance #experience
    #colours #flowing #thought #opportunity
    #life #soul #lessons #learning
    #rhythmic_beats #mirakee #writersnetwork

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    We have all got both light and dark
    Within us.
    What matters is
    To understand the dark mistakes
    And to make it brighter by the rays
    Of correct actions.
    It's not possible to understand
    The importance of brightness
    Until and unless you experience
    Darkness for once!
    You have many opportunities to
    Change the hues of your soul
    By painting it with
    Colours of your flowing thought.

  • parmaraditi 1w

    अधरो पर दर्द भरी हंसी
    हंसने का पुनः प्रयास
    भाव शून्य सा उनका मस्तिष्क।
    सीता सोचती थी.. पर क्या??
    अधिकार चैतन्य की परिभाषा
    निर्विकार और निरपेक्ष सा स्वर
    आशीर्वाद और कर्तव्य का द्वंद !
    कर्तव्य के सम्मुख मन की जड़ता
    सीता सोचती थी !!!
    समाप्त हुए प्रकरण के विषय में
    अकथनीय और उपेक्षित पीड़ा।
    संवेदनाओं के अंतरात्मक संबंध की
    परिभाषा। सीता सोचती थी!!
    विचारों की दिशा का उन्नयन
    निर्लिप्त और निर्विकार राम का त्याग
    विदेह राम का करूर्णिक प्रेम ।
    सीता सोचती थी!!!
    वैदेही नाम की सार्थकता
    त्याग और वैराग्य के प्रतिमान की
    परिभाषा । सीता सोचती थी??
    राम के स्पर्श की अनुभूति की कल्पना
    राम की मनःस्थिति के विषय में
    रघुवंश की नियति पर।
    सीता सोचती थी!!!

  • fitrat_aditya 1w

    मोहब्बत कोई त्यौहार नहीं , वो तो तकदीर में लिखी होती है ,
    मिल गई तो खुदा और ना मिली तो ज़िंदगी तजुर्बों से भरी होती है ।

  • po3ticfreedom 2w


    You were never meant to be forever
    You were only meant to be temporary
    It was clear from the beginning
    The fault was in me for thinking, trying to see or believe anything different

  • pragya__ 2w


    Jab naa rahe paas me maa..
    To wo maa bhi ban jati hai..
    Hospital ke bed pe pade pade..
    Wo kahani bhi sunati hai..
    Dawa se lekar duaa tak..
    Wo bhot saath nibhati hai..

  • anushreesaxena_ 2w

    Not wrong just lost

    From where you are standing, you might not be wrong you might have a perception that others fail to understand or even see.
    After what you have faced, the decisions you have taken might be just the right one for you, even though they think it is a deadly sin.
    When you were alone, not because of the lack of people of the human race, but because of your inability to let them in, not only the strangers but the dear ones.
    You are the one who supported you, the one who made you feel better, the one who has given you the hope you needed.
    All of your experiences, your struggles, your successes, and even your failures are the one who has made you who you are now.
    Those who think you have committed a sin, they are not wrong just lost.
    They failed to understand that perception is not an actual event but how an individual perceives it because they are not wrong just lost.
    Try not to misunderstand your perception of an event with someone's other. They are most likely to be different.
    And remember to not fall into the category of 'not wrong just lost'.

  • mobanibiswas 2w


  • voyager 2w

    My Mothers day experience

    Ok Mother i love you.Thats the reason why i let u cut my hair today and also because it was mother's day. Now i realise why barbers exist in our society...But today i realised how much i take you for granted for all the things you do for me. It doesn't have to be perfect all the time as you said. Its the effort you do for someone that matters the most and I know i can count on you ...
    Also next time you can shave me bald if u want (obviously im kidding)

  • alxita 2w

    Note: Please spare some good amount of time if you'll ever read this, as this post is incredibly long!
    Kindly let me know if there were any sort of incoherences in some parts, or any mistakes that I can possibly edit just for polishing this!

    -- 9-1-1 --
    (Story by alxita)

    Just the bright afternoon with the lunch being the scrumptious chicken salad that was given with much effort from the girl's amazing father.
    In fact, this was her lunch for the second consecutive time! Since, she said that the taste was irresistible, and it could instantly induce a wonderland of an enigmatic, yet addictive utopia of rhythmic sounds she'd associate with the tastes of each bite of the meal.

    She was so ready to meet her friends after lunch after a request that they'll be doing a two-day long trip among the vast, lush, mountainous, woody forests that was a popular visitor's site among the townfolks and many other international visitors travelling around their city.

    She was ready, as she's packing her useful, important stuff that she'd imagine would come in handy whenever she may face any unsuspected situation she needs to face during the trip. At least.... for now...

    Now it is two o' clock in the afternoon, the sun coruscating its sheer luminosity and brilliance at its maximum. She promised to her dad that she'd come back, and constantly update him for her events, and other additional information.
    Now, she's heading to the place where all her friends will meet, as they take on the transportation that will lead them to their most destined path.

    So, they went on their first day of their most awaited trip, the most exciting experience they'll ever watch in their lives. Maybe it is! Maybe it's.. not.. for the girl..?
    They've started traversing through the constantly winding paths showing off the desaturated virescence among the ever-so old trees marking generations worth of growth. They've actually settled across a spacious area inside the forest with pristine rivers flowing along the way, as they prepare their tents, set up the campfire, eat dinner, and sleep for the night.

    The girl was almost asleep, secluded by the cramped ceilings of the tent covering the moonlight showering the darkest areas, when an unsettling, uncanny, and enigmatic voice from an unknown source came in.

    Tick tock, tick tock
    It's not yet nine o' clock
    No need to call 9-1-1
    You'll still be fast if you run
    But the second day will meet
    At nine, as it will greet
    An unexpected surprise
    As the dark skies rise

    She was utterly confused. She questioned that voice. She is oblivious to even the slightest ideas as to what that voice was hinting. Nevertheless, she tries to ignore that rather short, yet uncanny experience for the first night of their trip.

    The second day meets them with a rather rainy day. The rains were not your usual, casual raindrops falling from the grayish skies, and spreading itself as it comes into contact with what area it has hit with. It had the slight tinge, rather a different taste, a feeling of melancholy or pity showering the place. Not a single clue will ever be attained from the girls, nor will they even care about the atmosphere it creates.

    So, they went on the journey towards the inner areas of the forest, meeting their eyes with some strange bugs, and animals that they find really pretty to be even here. So the day continues.

    Night comes, about eight o' clock as the sun has set about an hour ago, and sang its last goodbyes to the girl that will soon meet here with a requiem of suffering. So, the darkness embosomed the forest with its pitiful tinges of what would seem like a tragedy has yet to come.

    The girls were heading back to their tents, to sleep for the second night. The girl was just behind her many friends that were busy chattering about weird and amazing moments, and she was just tagging along for now. But, she stopped walking for a moment, as she heard some unsettling voice yet again, accompanying her ears:

    Tick tock, tick tock
    It's almost nine o' clock
    You've yet to call 9-1-1
    So your life won't stop
    If you won't, you're in danger
    You'll definitely suffer
    Heed my serious warnings
    If not, I'm some gossips speaking

    She was wondering. A trillion thoughts and worries were flooding her head as her visions start to lose control from all of those anxiety thoughts that the girl was going through. What was she gonna expect? She doesn't know. Was there a clear image as to what those voices were hinting? Naught. Not a single, clear idea can be thought of to rationally explain these warnings.

    These were haunting her mind too much. So much, that her visions started to alter and deform the landscape of reality. About two minutes later, when she was still trying to head back to their base, the lights from the base that she'd easily see from the same distance has vanished. She swore that it will always be lit there around eight - thirty in the evening as her friends were still active, and still hosting their chatter and other activities there. But no... No lights, no shapes of the tents, nothing. It was even blocked by trees and obstacles that were never even there in the first place.

    Nothing else.. She was in a delusion of her own, fooling herself as she's seeing untruths. She is oblivious as to what was real and what was fake.
    Then, she tried to run, as fast as she could, to escape the fake reality she's been haunted with throughout the night's show. Then, without her own control and temper, she has accidentally slipped herself from a rock she didn't knew was there as she was completely ignoring everything she'd see.

    She fell, and what was on her sight.... was herself falling down the steep cliffs of the mountainous forests. Life has spoken. The dear moments have come to an end.. The show is over.. It's met with an epilogue of sadness and agony from the trillions of thoughts from the unknown voices she never followed to. Those voices said the truth. But the girl didn't see the truth. She was blind to know. She was in oblivion, but the truth has spoken. The show has come to an end, and so did her life. Now, the callous voices say:

    Tick tock, tick tock
    It's past nine o' clock
    Have you called 9-1-1?
    If not, then bad luck
    What did I say since yesterday?
    You didn't give some sun rays
    To the heed of my warnings
    Of your scene of dying

    So, the girl's cellphone with its screen heavily cracked, rang for the ninth time, which was the father's anxious worries, oblivious to know of an unimaginable tragedy that happened, exactly at nine o' clock.

    #story #sadness #tragedy #agony #family #girl #experience #trip #ending #tragic #life #detour #mirakee #pod #alxita_stories #alxita_may_twenty

    May 10, 2020, 9:22 PM (GMT+8)

    Note: This is unrelated to my other story "She's Left Wondering".

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    Tick tock, tick tock
    It's past nine o' clock
    Have you called 9-1-1?
    If not, then bad luck
    What did I say since yesterday?
    You didn't give some sun rays
    To the heed of my warnings
    Of your scene of dying

  • ajaysai 2w

    #Life #Knowledge #Education #Dangerous #People #Experience "do you think, I'm right"❤��

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    Knowledge Vs Education

    "An Knowledged person is most dangerous than the Educated person"