#fight

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  • catdestroyerofworlds 3h

    Sometimes I'm unprepared to tell people about my life.
    I don't believe you'd believe me
    Or what I achieved , survived , wrestled , thrived , suffered and seen

    These memories give no sanctuary
    This heart has grown cold
    My mind and stories told
    I'm always ready for the fold

    When I do not eat , I hunt
    When I do not sleep , I crash
    And when I do not cry, I fight

    My mind continues on with scribbles of faith
    But so help me if my goddess is a wrath

    I suffer my broken body
    I crumble in my mind

    Age and wisdom
    Scars and time

    Breath a fire into my heart, I'll keep you warm and protect you through the night

    Stray cat
    Stray cat

    Continue on the fight...

  • arvk10 12h

    Chanda mama door ke !

    Aren't you glad that the moon is too far fetched for us demons, had it been within our reach by now we would be drawing lines and boundaries; Murdering and bombing, looting and plundering ! I'm glad that the universe outside of our home (Earth) is safe from us, period !
    ©arvk10

  • shuchiprasad 15h

    Demons

    Because,
    That's what you do
    You keep on
    Fighting your demons.
    ©shuchiprasad

  • soulscientist 16h

    Fight

    I know i fight a lot with you, but you also know that i will alwayz fight for you...
    ©soulscientist

  • joyfuljoel 19h

    The moon.
    He is my only friend

    He has seen my dark times

    And oh how generous a friend
    That he must steal a little light
    From the sun, to shine on me
    To give me a little hope
    To last me through the night

    And when day strikes
    He must hide from me
    And find another boy in the dark
    And help him too to fight
    The darkness for a night

  • disha_writes_her_heart 22h

    #strong woman #poetry#fight for urself

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    Ohh let her live her life..!!

    Are u a virgin.. He asked her.. She said no.. N somewhere in her mind he assumed her to be a whore.. She was sitting in the metro.. N here nack was somewhat deep.. Looking at her dressing.. He thought.. May i ask her for sleep.. She worked in an office.. And smiled at her colleague..
    Seeing her over frank nature.. Her boss offered her a sex deal.. She has no right to laugh.. She has no right to sit.. She has no right to dress up.. In a way she needs.. Ohh!! Tell me..which era is this.. Are we all evolving into a beast.. Why do we have to judge her every single peice.. Let her live her life.. Even she got her dreams..!!

    -Disha
    ©disha_writes_her_heart

  • major_tom 1d

    Sometimes I feel an intense urge to run; run away from this manifestation of dream killing machine called society.
    #dream #amaturepoetry #learningtoflyagain #fight
    #hope

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    The dream that never was

    I had one dream, the dream of freedom
    I wanted to fly beyond any imaginations
    I wanted to give all of my love
    I wanted to be a fool in the rain
    All that went away like a faded dream
    Because I never had the love one need.
    ©major_tom

  • izannahframe 1d

    THE BAD GIRL
    Chapter 3

    First of all just search and use the #thebadgirl if you want to follow the story. Or you can just see it in my account. Thank you for those who give time to read this. Thanks so much.


    SUMMER'S P.O.V.

    I took a deep breath before approaching Mr. West's table. The father of Mr. Perfect.

    "what brings you here, Summer? I'm sure you have a class in this period."

    "it's about your son Mr. West." I snapped. "he's really annoying! Can you get rid of him from me? To stop minding my business before i lose control and does something terrible at him." I said angrily.

    I really hate it when someone bothers me in my business. Especially those i'm not close with.

    "sorry Ms. Grant, but i gave him a task. A task to take you at the right path."

    "i can manage myself. I don't need anyone's help. I don't want your son tailing me, or anyone. Just treat me like i'm invisible in this school."

    "how can you be invisible when you're branded as the school's bad girl? We want to change that Ms. Grant. You're popular, i don't mind that. But be popular in a good way. Not as the one who always have detention and as the top rule breaker, as the bad girl.."

    "they're the one giving me that name. And i don't care about it, besides i see myself deserving in that title."

    The principal grunted.

    "bear it. Bear my son. You can now leave." Said he.

    "what? No way!" i'm alarmed. "Your son may lose focus studying, divide his time in all of his duty, may affect his reputation, your reputation, and all just because of me? Would you want that to happen?"

    "if that's what it takes to get you in the right path, then it's worth it."

    "no!"

    "you'll be the key to his dreams. If he succeed, if you succeed, it will benefit both of you."

    "no, it will only benefit him. And what will it do to me?"

    "you can go to college. Be professional. Aside from music." He glanced at my guitar.

    "i don't have any plans of college."

    "then atleast help him in his plans. You should leave now Ms. Grant. I have many things to do that i should get started."

    "this is all ridiculous!" I said before turning my back at him. I approached the door and shut it behind me.

    Mr. Perfect's standing, leaning at the wall with cross arms. He looked totally hot but i'm not the kind of girl who'll totally drool for it because it's totally stupid.

    "i'm sure you already knew how it goes." I stated.

    "i don't know the process but i know the results. He's not taking it back."

    "i think you already know that from the start." Then i walk pass him.

    "hey--" he called.

    "--don't force me to get to my class anymore because i'm already 45 minutes late and there's only 15 minutes left." I said to him and continued on my way.

    I'm sensing my back and i'm finally relieved he's not tailing me anymore. Man, what a headache!

    I know my life would be different again. I'm having a studyguard here in school. Not a bodyguard, he's not protecting me from physical harm. He's protecting me from failing grades and bad records. He'll force me to study, attend my every class, make assignments, projects, be cooperative--uuuggghhh!!! I hate all this stuff!

    After school, i go to the night club. My friends are waiting in there. We'll be having a gig. We're the next to perform on stage. I'm the band's guitarist and sometimes vocalist. The leader's my boyfriend. The lead vocalist. I'm the only girl at the band.

    When it's our turn everyone cheered up. Nathan kissed me before going up at the small stage.

    Then we settled everything and started our performance. He's singing. And i really love his voice. I strum like a crazy rockstar. I really love performing. The music's driving me crazy and all i can think about is just enjoy it and give my best shot.

    After our performance, the club manager gives our price. We divided it. This can also be my work. Earning money. We settled in the area at the corner of the bar.

    "we did well there." Jake said after we ordered some drinks.

    "we always did." Axel stated while opening a canned beer. I reached one for myself.

    "we're the best. Right, Sum?" Nathan asked me. His arms around my shoulder. We lean at the sofa like we're tired in our performance.

    "yup, of course." I open my canned beer.

    "hey, your voice in that." He warned me.

    "i'm not performing very soon. Besides it's not cold."

    "okay, i'll just drive you home after."

    "you always did." I smiled and drink the beer. After that, we kissed.

    Nathan and me are in the same year. Just, we're in separate schools. We've known each other when i've perform solo in one of the night clubs. He'd seen me perform, he recruited me in his band, I go out with him. We had a relation. I'm not even sure if I love him.

    Our kiss went deeper. We don't really mind people saw us. It's a bar. There's nothing formal here.

    "hey, hey, get a room." Said Xyran across us.

    "i'll be paying for it." Axel volunteered.

    I stopped what i'm doing. I pushed Nathan aside. I saw his dissapointment. He just then opened a beer and drank it.

    "hey, your voice." I chided him.

    "just a little." He said and smiled at me.

    Jake stood up. "com'on guys, let's dance."

    "okay." I said and pulled Nathan along. We all go to the dance floor and showed our moves. We dance like there's no other time. The music's really had me going on. Us i mean.

    After that. It's past ten when we decide to go home. Nathan drove me. Before bidding goodbye, we kissed for a moment and got out of his car. He started on his way again. I turn around and faced my home. I straightened my guitar before approaching to the door. I inserted my key and opened the door gradually. I knew my father's already asleep. Which is a good thing. I don't want him to ruin my wonderful evening cause i've got a bad day earlier.

    I tiptoed to my room, did my night routine, like washing myself, change clothes, before going to sleep.


    ©izannahframe

  • iamkuvar 1d

    I have decided to live a life
    Of men who fight decays in all
    But don’t sit in chairs of all
    A man like Luther

    ©iamkuvar

  • secret__writer 2d

    Aaj ek baar phr khil - khilana hai,
    Sab ko aaj ek baar phr jagana hai,
    Apni zid ko aaj phr pura Kar Jana hai,
    Sote hue is Jahan ko aaj phr uthana hai.
    Har lamha hum dar ke kyun jiye,
    Kyun kisi ke pairon tale hum khudko tehrne de,
    Do pal ki hi toh hai ye Zindagi,
    Toh kyun na hum apne sare khwaab is Zindagi ke khatam hone se pehle pure kare.
    Aaj bhi hum har pal kyun dar ke jiye bina baat ke har pal kyun seheme se rahe,
    Har baat se hum Kyun dar Kar rahe.
    Aaj mujhe apne andar ke dar ko bhagna hai,
    Apni Zindagi ke har pal ko Bina sehme ek aur baar khulke jeena hai.
    Aaj bhi sehmi har bejaan si muskurahat ko mujhe kahin dur Kar Jana hai,
    Us bejaan ko aaj mujhe bina dar ke muskurana sikhana hai,
    Aaj mujhe apne andar ke dar ko bhagna hai.

    #fear
    #fight
    #live_your_life

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    Apne andar ke dar ko bhagna hai

    ©secret__writer

  • accountablelovepodcast 2d

    Never Too Late

    Our relationships fail because people are too worried about guessing how the other person feels about them. Why not ask? When Insecurities hit, don't close up, step up! Open your mouth, start the discussion, and bet you. Nobody just has a person around, just to have them around. People typically don't say "I Love You", just to believe the worse about the person they Love. Love is a faith! We aren't always thinking in the same direction, that is why we must be straightforward to move forward. We must express our fears and work through them together. Any Loving relationship whether friendship or partnership deserves full disclosure. Don't handle it alone, humble yourself, it is never too late....
    ~The LoveSnobs
    ©accountablelovepodcast

  • vivekvi 2d

    I ask for one more chance
    Just to have another glance
    Over the matters we fought
    Not to say I was right or you were
    But the fight was the reason
    that we no more share
    But I still hold on
    Not to say sorry,
    Only cause i don't want
    those feelings to be buried
    After all this I ask you sorry
    Not for the fight
    But for not letting you go
    And the chance to say
    Fight is not for ever
    ©vivekvi

  • _reine 1d

    WOD

    The shadow of karma stuck me in dark,
    Constant believe in miracle cause fight,
    I Pause the time and rhyme the plan,
    Hoping lost candle burn the lamp.

    I Shift the life and alter the flow,
    Crystal of scars lack rainbow of plan,
    Time paint art and the sky runs blue,
    Childhood in home where love is festoon.

    Plef prefer the lights and flowers meet,
    Voids in the corner choose sunshine gift,
    That constant cold sound and fragile strings,
    The voice of my soul said Music can heal me.

    Strange is this world which pulls womens down,
    They forget the womb of a girl whome they call mother,
    Breath loud forgive and forget the buried umbrella,
    Wakeup and write footsteps of future story!

    ©_reine

  • yuvarajk23 2d

    Waste of education

    If you fight over things like Politics or Religion, then trust me your 17-18 years of education is just a waste.


    ©yuvarajk23

  • moonlight_virago 2d

    Our Hero

    Every day I find myself
    At the same place
    On the cold , hard pavement
    Few rags for a quilt
    And a folded cardboard
    box for a pillow
    My whole life inside a bag
    You can stick your nose up at me
    All you want
    Some even spit like I’m trash
    But you don’t know my story
    You see for 4 years I fought
    for this beautiful country
    Now I’m simply fighting for my life

    ©moonlight_virago

  • izannahframe 2d

    THE BAD GIRL
    Chapter 2

    First of all just search and use the #thebadgirl if you want to follow the story. Or you can just see it in my account. Thank you for those who give time to read this. Thanks so much.


    Chapter 2

    I'm here at the councilor's office. Asking Mrs. Vander for a student's record, files or any information of her.

    "here it is, Mr. West." She's approaching to me from the door inside her office. The documentary room is in her territory. I lend my hand to reach it but she hadn't handed it yet. "why are you checking up her files?" She asked suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. "do you like her?"

    "there's no way that would happen." I retorted quickly with a small laugh. Oh my god, that's the last thing that would ever happen.

    "never speak like it's the end."

    "it's just, dad gave me this task. Bring her at the right direction so i can achieve my dreams and i don't know where to start coz i don't know her closely."

    "well, that's great. Here it is." She handed it to me.

    I took it and open directly the file. I'm just sitting infront of her table.

    Hhmm.. 17 years old, only child, living with her dad, her mother's deceased, blood b-- i shouldn't care about that. I scan to the next page. I got her phone number, i even read her likes and dislikes. To the next page, her records. Totally her bad records. Cutting classes, not passing homeworks and projects, tardiness, absenses, caught dringking in school, smoking, caught in many curfews, fight with the students. Great. Very great.

    I closed the folder and looked at Mrs. Vander.

    "is she that bad?" I asked, giving it back.

    "not so, i think. She's smart but her bad doings are ruining her. We've meet many times but she's not openning up to me. I don't really know what's her problem. But still, i see hope in her. Please Skyler, help her." She's begging him.

    "it's my task. I can't refuse." I sigh then stood up. "thanks Mrs. V. Please don't tell this to anyone."

    "of course, i won't."

    "bye Mrs. V." I said then get out of her office.

    It's my vacant period by the way and the last period of the day.

    There's only few students roaming around the campus. I go to the garden to have some time alone to think of what should i do to Summer Grant. But i saw her, she shouldn't be one of the few students roaming around the campus this time because i've seen her schedule and she has a math class now. She's cutting again.

    I saw her with some other students.

    "Trisha, i really saw her kissing your boyfriend." A girl said to her fellow that's facing Summer.

    "who are you talking about?" Asked Summer like she really has no idea or just acting.

    "Flint. You flirt!" Said Trisha.

    "Flint? We're close but he never mentioned about you. And know what that means? He's not really treating you as his girlfriend nor he's serious. He said he'll tell me whoever his serious girlfriend is." Summer retorted and turned her back but the girl, Trisha pulled her long hair and Summer yelped in sudden pain.

    I quickly approach to them.

    "stop it girls." I hold Trisha's hand to hand's off Summer's long hair. I stand between them. Trisha's raging in anger and panting. "I don't want any catfights here."

    "you trying me, Trisha?" Summer said behind me. She put this smirk on. "you're so brave now."

    "shut up Summer." I said.

    "step aside man. You're out of this." She retorted to me. I ignored it.

    "if you have a class this period, attend it but if you don't have, go somewhere else or i'll bring you to the council's office." I said to the two girls.

    And they walk away. Now, i turn at Summer. She's straigthening her guitar that's hanging in her back. She's turning away from me but i grabbed her arm.

    "that's not the way to your Math class."

    "i know." She's trying to pull out her arm in my grip.

    "you cutting class again." I narrowed my eyes.

    "it's none of your business. Hands off me." She's now glaring.

    "you're right. It's none of my business. It wasn't. But now it is."

    "what do you mean?"

    "my father gave me this task to straighten your studies. To make you graduate with appropriate grades."

    "i don't need anyone's help. I can manage. Now, hands off me."

    "tell that to my dad."

    "that's your problem. Not mine."

    "okay. Then com'on." I dragged her with me.

    "let go off me." She said while struggling to get away. "i don't want to get violent on you Mr. Perfect." She warned.

    I stopped and looked at her. "why? Did i hurt you? I'm just sending you to your class. Don't blame me for minding your business. Blame the principal if you don't want me forcing you to enter your classes."

    "okay, i'll talk to him. Now, hands off me for the fourth time."

    "you'll be the one to suffer if you won't tell him sooner."

    "i'll talk to him now."

    "then i'll escort you there."

    "no need to get hold of me. We'll only start rumors if they saw us."

    "i don't give a damn about rumors."

    "oh, you don't care about your reputation?"

    "i don't make reputation on myself. They're the ones putting reputation on me. So just com'on."

    She scowled but then i ignored it and just dragged her to the dean's office.

    People are really staring at us as we walk pass them or saw us.

    I gripped her right hand while her left hand's holding her guitar.

    "why are you bringing that always like there's a gold in it?" I asked, curious.

    "it's a gold to me." She answered.

    "you're so obsess in music."

    "it's my life." She mumbled.

    Then we're at the principal's office already. In front of it.

    "convince him." I said.

    "i will, even if you don't say so."

    "and don't tell him that i told you about the task. Just say to him to get his son away from your business."

    She sigh. "i know what to do." She knocked at the door thrice.

    "come in." The principal said.

    She looked at me before opening the door. I gestured for her to get in already. She opened the door and get herself in. The door shut infront of me. I waited outside. And i also try to eavesdrop. Lucky, no one's roaming around here in this time.


    ©izannahframe

  • frohmo 2d

    Burden of hope.

    Buried beneath this field called hope,my grave 6 feet deep.
    Dug by none but one of my own.
    Tried to breakthrough,only dust came in.
    My fear none saw,my screams none heard.
    A trembling voice yet soo loud;it echos in my head.
    Why do we take this burden?
    When we could be free.
    Why don't we understand
    Its okay to fail,it's okay to just be.
    The ones you take judgement from,a spec in the grand scheme.
    This is your life.
    You are its master.
    So does that not mean,the hope should be too?
    ©frohmo

  • wordstreet 2d

    #Being_Social #Fight against #Issues that play with your mind.

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    Attention Please!

    This isn't about me or you, this is not about just one problem on this earth, this is a concern for all of us. This starts from depression in a mind to the suppression of human kind. Please give your kind support to #Being_Social
    Stand up against those issues which are left buried & untreated.
    Hashtag your motivational creation related to any area, with #Being_Social
    Change is evident!
    ©wordstreet

  • paulami 2d

    Dear princesses, it's time to be a queen now ��♠️
    #love #strong #women #positive #motivational #true #fight

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    Dear girls,

    You can't just imagine to wake up with a crown in your head, it takes a lot to earn it. So get up from your dreamy pillows and fight for what you deserve.
    ©paulami

  • nitishbarman 5d

    Till the breath lasts, the fight will go on