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  • branthan 2d

    Here's the one thing that mirakee should fix (or find a solution) right away.

    Almost all of the PODs are barely getting any reach. Most of them struggle to get 500 likes. I know a lot of people who are gonna say likes and reposts don't matter much. Well shut up!

    The reality is, for a writing platform like mirakee, the number of likes represents the overall reach of a certain work. Since PODs are handpicked by mirakee, they kinda represent what this platform is all about. Mirakee has more than 500k downloads on the play store, yet the POD struggles to get 500 likes, so who's at fault here? Is it because of the bad code or something more than that?

    MIRAKEE should find a way to promote their amazing writers because they are the ones that represent this platform(YES! THERE ARE GOOD WRITERS THERE ARE AMAZING WRITERS AND THERE ARE BAD WRITERS). otherwise, people will stop giving a damn and move on, that's just how the world works.

    FIX NEEDED:
    1. put the POD notification on normal notification feed.
    2. stop spamming my home feed with the posts that I've reposted or the ones that I already liked. (it is not that hard to filter)

    (Ps: Result of way too much Eminem and bug fixing.)

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  • branthan 2w

    Names are overrated...!

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  • branthan 2w

    there is a story,
    in this grey sheet with
    fancy black letters.

    (some mine, maybe yours too
    maybe about no one at all,
    they simply exist)

    you run your fingers around
    the edges, caressing the curves
    and the spaces in between

    (every touch is different
    some are shivers down your spine
    and some, just numbness)

    it's simple, isn't it?
    to write something with letters,
    everyone knows how to read?

    (often, people misinterpret them.
    it's easy to read, difficult to understand
    and impossible to feel)

    how does it begin?
    how does it end?
    is there an end or a beginning?

    (they are nothing but random dots
    in a canvas, carefully weaved into a perfect shape
    existing among uncertainties)

    people are like poems
    you run your fingers around the edges
    feeling the warmth against your skin
    it burns, isn't it
    the closer you get?

    (you read them in the late nights
    you see them too,
    every curves and shape and the scars)

    they collapse against your skin
    and slowly you start to smell like poems
    of someone else,
    without an end or a beginning

    (and you start to feel how easy it is to see
    how hard it is to understand and how
    impossible to engulf all the chaos
    they carry within)


    @writersnetwork

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  • branthan 2w

    Heartbreaks are overrated. But some sad poems are worth the heartbreak.

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  • branthan 3w

    I wonder if you're ever gonna open the window to look at the world the same way you used to.

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  • branthan 5w

    I drink
    I puke
    then I go back to change
    channels, shouting at the
    screen about the politics
    that I barely know about.

    they cook it in fancy buildings
    with glass doors and blurred visions
    then serve it in little portions
    to make the numbers right

    triggers are around the
    round table, waiting for
    brainless fingers to point
    the blame
    one trip, a roar, a cry
    followed by the dead silence.
    it fills the stomach for a while

    we pay it all in red

    it's the truth about reality,
    it bends around the corners
    of shallow perspectives
    and swallow shards of morale
    that holds the world in one piece

    every fragment is a binary branch
    a left a right
    a right a wrong
    a truth a lie

    you choose a branch and
    cut down the tree

    and we pay it all in red

    ashes,
    burned remains of flags
    flesh and bones of the muddy streets.
    we lay bare against the scorching sun
    as the land burns and the life wither

    truth becomes a
    bare minimum of existence
    that you only get to see every
    few years with fake smile.

    I've changed, it said
    like the drunk guy you used to date
    who hit you every night to
    apologize in the morning.
    then drink a little more

    this cycle never ends

    you choose a truth to trust,
    follow the flow to fallen trees
    burn down the remains and
    keep that little branch

    I drink and I puke
    I paid it all in red


    @mirakee @writersnetwork #pod

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  • branthan 5w

    of all the things that
    she ever loved
    the moon was her favorite

    not because of the way it shines
    or how it adores every dark circle
    or the way it changes from the
    twisted infinity to a nothing

    there was something about the way
    it listens to the secrets of the night
    how it slowly watches every mortal
    hand circle around the wheel of time
    they bloom and they wither

    night holds all the stories
    all the futile end and the beginning
    and moon stood there at the door
    reading every page and
    smiling at blank ones.

    it knows the best stories are
    the ones that left unspoken.


    �� - me
    @writersnetwork

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