Mirakee
Lit Fuse
This time
Like everytime
Diseased psychopath
Leeching on
Burning himself
Inferno ignites
Can't stop
Keeps burning
Always lit
Shorter fuse
Each time
A bastard
Hurts animals
Lillian cries
Fuels him
Fuels him
Stronger now
Until she
Cowers down
Lillian's scared
Me too
Let
Him
Go.
Let.
Him.
Go.
She won't
The Angel
I
Carried
For
9
Months.
There is
Trouble on
The horizon.
Please
Oh please
Lillian listen
To me.
No one
That cruel
Will change
Let Him
Go now
©angels_halo_shines
#cruelty
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Bewildered was her mind
And nerves all freezed
Soul pondering over the pain indeed
Screams all lost in secluded dark
Every bit of her shredded apart
Red weeping eyes with shattered dreams
Shivering limbs and heart pounding
Credence in humanity was all sinking
And she prayed to the God
To cease her breath.
©kalp_cloud -
bluemushroom
4w
Read MoreHeart-wrenching,
Obscurity,
Abusive,
Brutality.
These are now becoming norms.
They say there's freedom
(but we're caged with their claws).
They say there's opportunities
(but was used to be an excuse).
They say we're safe
(but instead exploited).
This is how cruel this world are,
authorities are given power to manipulate,
they pretended to be haven but they're bound to be abused.
Fear were already instilled,
and even lives are already claimed
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yashvibansal
6w
Read MoreSTORYTELLING
You complain that storytelling is gory.
You complain that storytelling seems to have become story yelling.
You complain that storytelling weaves magic with witches and demons, not fairies and angels.
You complain that stories smell of sweat and blood, not roses and dew drops.
That they whisper muffled screams, not sweet nothings.
That they glorify death, not life.
You complain that stories shout ugly truths, not pretty lies.
That they murder virtue, and glorify vice.
You complain that storytelling doesn't work one step at a time, but rather rolls a dice.
It isn't a make-believe world where fairness rules
Instead, it's a world where cruelty reigns,
And angels sigh
And devils grin.
Where happiness droops
And sadness sings.
You complain that storytelling is bitter.
The opposite of sweet nectar.
You cry that it is devoid of colour
But it isn't my darling, it's simply grey
It's simply a reflection of the real world
Where tigers stalk their prey.
You complain that there are no muffins on the tray
But there are my dear, they are simply made of mud and clay.
You complain now that storytelling mirrors the real world
And of course it does.
But my darling, it doesn't have to be that way.
You see,even though witches rule,
Fairies do live.
And both bask in magic.
And even though cruelty reigns
Kindness does breathe, you know.
Even though the words are bitter
At least we know of sweet nectar.
And though devils grin
We do have the knowledge that angels sing.
And murdered virtue can be avenged
And glorified vice condemned.
Cause darling, sometimes the rolling dice,
Does give one, you know.
And sometimes, just sometimes, you get a six too.
Cause darling, storytelling is magic.
Even though it may be black at times,
You see,
It's all a matter of perspective.
COPYRIGHT YASHVI BANSAL
Image credit to the rightful owner. I picked it up from Google.
I tried my hand at turncoat poetry, the results of which are in front of you.��
Wrote this while I was supposed to be studying and got a nice scolding��, but I believe all the pain is worth it when it comes to writing.��
This is Part 1 of the 'You Complain' series. I was going to just leave it at 'You Complain', but then decided that 'Storytelling' was a better title. The second part of 'You Complain' will be up soon.
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@writersnetworkStorytelling
Murdered virtue can be avenged
And glorified vice condemned...
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©yashvibansal -
mmbftd
8w
Read MoreThese are just my thoughts, and an ode to one of my very favorite short stories by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, called A Very Old Man With Enormous Wings.
#shortstories#averyoldmanwithenormouswings#mmbftd#time#age#old#empathy#love#messages#timetravel#memories#books#tactile#words#epiphanies#authenticity#love#abuse#cruelty#captivity#trapped#torturedsoul#freedom#strength#perserverance#hope#friends#community#dreams#growingold#frequencies#philosophy#paradigmshift#ancientEnormous Wings
Enormous Wings
As in, a Very old Man With-
Was a story that stuck with me over the years.
I re-read it countless times
To myself
Or others
As we lay in summer beds
Soothing our beach skin
And drinking tea
With tiny chips of ice nearly
Gone away melted.
I empathized with that poor old man, sympathized, and wept for him.
I understood as strangers tried to size him up
He; dirtied and frazzled in the chicken coop.
As the people tried to make him something he wasn't.
Something they desperately wanted him to be.
They tried to mold him, prod him, poke him, hurt him, bend him into what they thought they needed.
Yet still he remained himself.
I respected that so much.
When I was younger, I wondered how he managed to do that?
How could he be so resilient in his being?
As I grew old I understood more, how it is always best to stay yourself regardless of how others try to sway or force you into being something else.
Wether we have wings to spread or simply feet to put one in front of the other, it is best to make a quick escape from those who would see you captured up in their snares.
It is dark morning here now, as I am up far too early, before the sun I hold so dear. And a very old man with enormous wings comes back to me from the past. He is a messenger for me, or perhaps I am making him into something he is not? Just like the rest?
I dust off my book, creak it open, smell the age of it, the importance of it. I feel the textured pages with my fingertips. How I cherish these physical books. How permenant I once thought they were. But time changes and degrades things and people.
The message I find in these pages changes too through my years. Different messages for different phases of my life. And though my eyes see blurry now, I read again and listen, for my message, my epiphany.
My empathy has never wavered for the old man, although now I understand the mean-ness and cruelty of the people a little more. Life let's you experience both sides the longer you go at it.
I sit with the story. Let it resonate like some ancient tuning fork picking up my frequency. I need adjusting. To find my way back to a more authentic me, without influence of others on my truth.
I sip my now cold coffee. I once loved it sweet but now prefer it bitter. Time spins me into new iterations of what I once was.
I close my cherished book. I wonder how sad it must be for someone to never have had such a tactile experience with words.
I fold my tattered wings, curl up in my blankets and try to catch a dream again before the sunrise.
And that old man, he smiles at me, from a past I used to know. Goodnight old man. I love you.
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©mmbftd -
ecstasy
let me keep moving in the ecstasy
of this cruel world
undressing their cruelty until
nothing is left to fall down.
©aisha_k -
thearchanasingh
15w
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Then I'm a Bad Girl!!
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one_little_words
17w
Read MoreSome random person comes into our life. Some of us make them our friends, some think of making them a life partner.
But this random person is actually hiding his/her true face and they fool us with that fake mask of theirs.
We gradually get addicted, can't live without them. Make them our first priority.
But when time comes they take off their masks and reveal their true colours. Start blaming our innocence. We still try to convince them keeping aside all our anger, ego, attitude.
Still they wont spare us. They'll curse us, hurt us by throwing badwords. They still won't stop they'll apprise everybody, that We're cruel.
There dies humanity, trusts. Because innocent people are not spared in this selfish world.
#liars #fakers #cruelty #inhumanityFooling innocents.
Blaming their impurities.
Is this a sign of humanity?
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normancrane
21w
Da capo
He brought spiders to the schoolyard
to crush them
He attended Julliard
to learn Bach's partitas for violin
He pays women to undress for him
and beats them
Knowing culture is a game
we play
The boy and the man are the same
composition
Performed in various ways
the notes stubbornly remain
What's born cannot be changed
one musical phrase
Nurture is Nature's
Dais -
james_taumas
21w
Rescue
You shout
Beat me
Lock me up
Whimper in the cold
You don't care
A new scent
Stranger arrives
Kind words
Loving hugs
Release the chains
I wag my tail.
©james_taumas -
Struggling For Peace
Have you heard those noises
Those yelling and pleading voices
Those people shouting and screaming
I thought I was only dreaming
Those people lying on the ground
Yet some was not yet found
Now everything was destroyed
Armies were deployed
People crying for help
Yet some cannot help it but to yelp
Watching them weep
A promise that can't be keep
Justice is in our hands
Together all we stand
Fighting for freedom and peace
That can bring us instant ease
©iceelizha -
A word is not a word
You said something bad,
Tore me apart,
But you are glad,
Because you broke my heart.
When I asked you to me why will you hurt,
You said a word is a word.
It is not what you think, yes really,
And if you think this is just a poem, no this is reality,
They'll leave you crying until you die,
Spreading rumors, spreading lies
But you don't understand how hurtful it can be,
For the people who belivied you and for them you turned kindness a disease
At the end a word is not a word it is everything cruel and mean,
Even if I am alive from inside I have drowned inside the sea
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Humane Beeing
I have a family
We love each other
We take care of our Mother
We made a Home Together.
I have a Family
We Travel to the mountain
To the garden with a Fountain
With the work burden, not on picnic for certain.
I have a family
We store our money for the next generations
We store our money for the tough situations
We store our money and it gets stolen.
I have a family
We still work hard for a better future
We still work hard, it's in our nature
We still work hard and still get stolen.
I have a family
The Honey is our money
The Hive is our heaven
And the thieves are human.
I had a Family
My mother's wings were scissored
My brothers body was burnt
To summarize my agony
I have worked my entire life to bring you a spoon of honey!!!!
- LVN
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The world is full of cruel people !
©anjalijaman_ -
Enough
I can't deal with this.
My chest hurts.
Now I can predict when it's coming.
Like an alarm.
I am tired of hearing dogs cry out.
Crying out in damn pain.
I can't go down there, they have guns.
Animal wardens came, they won't answer their door.
I'm over it.
People like that have a special spot in Hell, just for them.
I am calling it the day.
I been up an hour and 1/2.
It's enough. -
heather_
27w
Read MoreIt was raining
I was sleeping
Suddenly I woke up
And I saw through the window
As it was raining
The window was hazy
I cleaned the window to see through
And I saw a injured crow.
It was lying in the road
Everyone was passing by it
But no one gave there attention to it.
I ran away to save the crow
Than i thought why I m saving it though
Then a truck came by
I ran into side.
But I couldn't save it
The truck pasted it .
I felt so inhuman
Why I wasted my time on thinking
I would rather save it.
I went near it
And started crying
A car came and hit me
I was dead .
I fall asleep again
After sometime I woke up.
I found myself in a open ground full with trees
Banyan tree mango tree and cherries .
I walked for sometime
I fo a garden full with cherry blossom
Pink and brown
After sometimes of walking
I found a queen wearing crown.
She told me to have a trip of there
I accepted it and started wandering.
I saw a boy helping a little cat who felt in the well
It reminded me of a poem.
I read it in nursery
It was pussy cat .
I kept on walking again
and I saw a injured crow
Lying in the road .
Than I saw myself
Trying to save it
But I couldn't
Than I saw myself
Crying near it
And a car hit me.
I got fainted
Than I opened my eyes
I saw myself in a wheelchair
I was surprised
I saw my sister
Calling me
She asked ' is everything is okay '
I said yes.
Than I went near the hazy window
I cleaned it to see through
Then I saw the crow pasted by a truck
Then I felt like being human sucks .
©sweetpoison_
I think the above poem is little tough to be understood but its meaning is we are so inhuman we only care about ourselves if we see other organisms in road we just ignore it . so this a fictional poem. I hope you guys will understand mainly talking about inhumanity .
I know it makes no sense totally flop ... But still i told u I m annoying and I m not gonna change myself...
Thanks for reading this annoying piece sorry for spoiling your mood and day !
Thank you ❤
@mirakee @writersnetwork #writersnetwirk #mirakee #pod #ceesreposts #crow #life #nature #window #hazy #inhumanity #crueltyFrom the window
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tamanna3
Oops ! Memu, this is so true..and though this is fictional, it's not rare that stuff as these happen
Beautifully penned - strangebeings_ Deep
- chinu27 Wow dear, this is such a beautifully penned poem. I feel so bad and ashamed of being a human after reading this poem. Loved it coz it conveyed the theme so easily and accurately
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tamanna3
Oops ! Memu, this is so true..and though this is fictional, it's not rare that stuff as these happen
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This World
World is full of hypocrites,
They won't welcome your love.
We serve a perfect God,
Still treated as criminals.
Your love is unconditional,
But ours is adulterated.
We get everything from you,
But forget to repay.
You gave us freedom,
We misused it.
Marriage is not marriage,
Definition of love changed.
Spend everyday doing sinful activities,
On Sunday, we confess.
People learnt how to hate,
Being covered by anger and enmity.
©onelinerpoet -
suadshaikh24
30w
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' CRUELTY ' a small word but the most hurtful phase for the person who Has gone through this.
We know That The one Who slays is always kind
And the one who lays Is always cruel
Because the Kindness and sweet gesture
wins over cruelty and Pathetic Behaviour
Ain't it enough to get difference between this two?
Everything is acceptable but cruelty isn't ��. -
raindropsoncacti
32w
Cruel
The second-most of most brutal of all savage entities is one's own bludgeoned self-opinion and terminal self-doubt.
The first is those who inflict such damage that causes these in others, when being humane instead is always an option...
©thatgeekgirl -
मत करो कोई लगाव
मत न उठाओ कोई सहानुभूति का बोझ
मत रखो कोई हमदर्दी
न किसी जीव न किसी निर्जीव के लिए
मत न करो कोई उपकार
मत बोझ उठाओ इस संसार का
इस संसार को रचने वाले
खुद इसका जिम्मा ढो लेगें
रे मानव!तू क्या तबाह करेगा मानवता
वक़्त का रुख़ भी ऐसे मुड़ेगा की
हर क्षण कराह की चीख़ भी खौलेगी
और तबाही की आग भी नहीं सुलगेगी
©truedrop_rains
