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  • nether 2h

    sᴄᴀɴᴅɪɴᴀᴠɪᴀɴ sʏᴍᴘʜᴏɴʏ

    ʀᴀɪɴ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇʏɴᴇss ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴄᴀʟᴍɴᴇss. ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟɴᴇss ᴡᴀs ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴏ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘɪɴ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ɪᴛs ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴀɪʀ. ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ. ᴛɪɴʏ ɢʀᴀss sᴛʀᴀɴᴅs ɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ғᴏᴏᴛᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋs, ʜᴍᴍᴍ... ʟᴏᴏᴋs ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ. ʀᴀɪɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ, ɪ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ɢᴜɪᴛᴀʀ ʙᴀɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴍʏ ᴛʀᴇɴᴄʜ ᴄᴏᴀᴛ. ʀᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙᴜs sᴛᴏᴘ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴜsᴇs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.

    ɪ sᴇᴇ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ɢʀᴀғғɪᴛɪs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪ ɢᴏ. ʜᴏᴍᴇsʟᴇss ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ sᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢs. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ɪ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ɢᴜɪᴛᴀʀ ʙᴀɢ, ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴᴅʀᴏᴘs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɢʀᴇʏ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ. ʟɪᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟᴅ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴘs. ɪ sᴀɴɢ ᴀ sᴏɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ɪ sᴜɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ;

    “ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛs,
    ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ʟɪʟ ʟᴀᴛᴇ-ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴅs
    ʜᴇʀ ᴀʀᴍs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴜɢs
    ᴋɪssᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅɴᴇss ᴀᴡᴀʏ,
    ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴄᴇᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴛᴜʙs
    ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇ ᴅᴀᴛᴇs,
    ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs“

    ɪ sᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ. ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴀᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴄʟᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ. ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟɪsᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴜs sᴛᴏᴘ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʙᴏᴡ. ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴍʏ ɢᴜɪᴛᴀʀ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀɢ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴡᴀᴋʟɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ. ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴡʜʏ ɪ sᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ sɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏɴɢ.

    ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs sᴀᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴀᴍᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ᴀɴ ʜᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ. ɪ sᴀɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ғɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ʙᴏᴏᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇs. sᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴇxɪsᴛs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴏᴍ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ sɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sᴏɴɢ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋs ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ’ᴛ sᴀɪᴅ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴇᴛ.

    ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴀ sᴏɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ɪᴛ;

    “ɪ sʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏғғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ
    ᴛɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏғғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ;
    ʀᴇᴄᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ
    ᴅɪsʜᴇᴀʀᴛᴇɴ sᴜɴ;
    ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ, ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴡɪɴᴅᴘɪᴘᴇ,
    ɴᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ ɪ!

    ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄᴛɪᴄs ᴀɴᴅ
    ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ;
    sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ
    sᴋɪᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sɴᴏᴡ;
    ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ, ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍʟᴀɴᴅ,
    ʜᴏᴛ ᴡɪɴᴅʏ ɴᴏᴏɴ!“

    ᴡɪʟʟ ɪ sᴀʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴡ?
    ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ!
    ᴀᴍ ɪ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ?
    ʏᴇs ɪ ᴀᴍ!
    ᴡɪʟʟ ɪ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏɴɢ?
    ɪғ ʏᴇs, ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ sɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏɴɢ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ!
    ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪ ᴅᴏ?
    ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ sᴛʀɪɴɢs!
    ᴡɪʟʟ ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴏᴡ?
    ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ!

    ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ, ɪғ ɪᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ; ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ɪᴛs ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇs ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ!


    ©nether
    2020
    Image: ©Shazeb Ali (via Walli)

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    Scandinavian Symphony

    “I will come again and again. Its not just you who craves for some warmth!”

  • pakhi1738 3h

    Or at least that's what she had in her mind for a while but then the boys got up nd changed their seats nd were now sitting on the seat adjacent to her on the left side. One of the boys spread his legs out of his seat's coverage nd was now blocking her way to get off the bus when she had to. She knew that she wanted to break that leg so badly in that moment but she couldn't get herself do it! When her stop came, she got up nd in order to cross that area she tried to jump over his leg but he moved it to touch her legs nd she almost lost her balance.
    She grabbed a seat so she wouldn't fall. She got off the bus. She was counting days. It all continued for seven days. She just kept thinking about ways to get rid of them, different seats where they couldn't reach her. After the third day, the boys were not just sitting on the seat behind her, but also on the adjacent seat on the left row nd the seat just before her's. On the seventh day, she had it all planned again. She will be the first to enter the bus this time so she could sit on the first seat because there was no seat ahead or adjacent to that one.
    This would leave them with just the second seat in the right row nd they won't be able to block her way from there. Everything was going according to the plan but two of the boys came nd sat behind the drivers seat just next to her seat nd the door. She felt so trapped. She has been feeling trapped in that bus for a while now even when she was not. She had nightmares, reliving everything again nd again. She looked out the window. The yellow nd pink flowers were all fleshy nd shiny nd fresh that day. The felt the engine of the bus starting nd she knew she would have to cross their wide spread spider web legs in next 15 minutes.
    She wanted time to stop somehow so she never have to get off that bus feeling their creepy hand nd legs touching her but it was already her stop before she was even done with her escape plan. She got up nd stood near the door. She felt a cold hand on her legs nd that's it. She lost it. "Let's meet in the principal's office tomorrow!". That's all she could speak. She felt every pair of eyes in that bus staring at her including the younger sister of one of the boys. The faces of the boys somehow suddenly lost every last drop of blood. She said that sentence in a single breathe as if she was strong, furious nd would take everyone down but deep down she knew she was weak because of the shaking, cold legs nd tears peaking out of the curtains in her eyes patiently waiting for the right moment to slide down her pale cheeks. She got off the bus.
    She wanted to run as if hell hounds were chasing her but she could hardly move. She couldn't feel her legs nd stumbled way too many times on the way. Her brain was somehow shutting down every single sense organ in her body. She couldn't feel anything, she couldn't hear anything nd the tears in her eyes nd on her glasses were completely blocking her sight. In that moment, she knew that none of the boys would be able to sleep that night just like her. She reached home, threw her bag on the bed nd just lied down for hours. Next day, the boys were not in the bus. It was as if they were wiped out from the face of the Earth. She thought they were on leave but then she saw one of them in school nd knew exactly what their plan was. They wanted her to feel as if they were not in the school that day so she wouldn't go to the principal nd get them expelled. She couldn't get herself to speak. She tried really hard but she just couldn't. After almost a week, the boys left the bus services nd started coming to school via their private vehicles. They left her alone but they made a 14 years old hate her body forever.

    -Pakhi ✍️

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    Spiral!
    (Part 2)

    [Horror story or molestation story]

  • pakhi1738 3h

    Last bell rang nd students started dispersing. Once a completely silent room was now filled with chit chat nd footstep sounds. Happy faces randomly spread everywhere. Aayasha was still sitting on a bench lost in her own thoughts. She was always like this, busy in solving her own puzzles, playing mind games alone, silently observing people around her. "weird!", That's what her classmates thought about her. She didn't had many friends and preferred talking to herself or her diary avoiding unnecessary arguments.
    It was almost half an hour since the last bell rang nd her school bus arrived. She grabbed her things, stocked them in her bag nd left her classroom. She sat on the fourth seat on the right hand side. That was her safe spot. She somehow felt more safe nd comfortable sitting there during her way back home. She liked watching trees nd buildings running backwards as if they were trying to change the past so badly. Abyss, oblivion, black holes, dark matter, she had so many thoughts nd theories regarding all this weird, nerdy stuff.
    Stumbling upon her own thoughts, tossing them back nd forth she was just sitting there waiting for her stop. Everything was just as a well planned routine so far when something hit her leg. She was suddenly awake somehow as if someone just threw a bucket full of cold water on someone in deep sleep. She looked down but it was probably nothing, that's what she thought. Then it happened again. Something hit her shoe. She thought it was probably one of the kids who used to sit right behind her so she just tried to ignore it. Then it started sliding up to her socks nd then to her bare legs. She suddenly froze. She just couldn't move her body.
    Her body stopped responding to all the reflex signals her mind was sending. Then she herd them laughing nd shushing each other. That's when she noticed that those three boys were not where they were supposed to be. They were bullies nd always used to sit on the last seat of the bus. They were from the same batch as her's but in different sections. Before she could understand what was actually happening, her stop came nd she stepped out of the bus thinking it was just a misunderstanding. Maybe she was just overthinking it nd they probably hit her by accident. She calmed her mind nd went back home.
    Next day, in the morning, the boys were at their usual positions nd seeing that somehow made her feel relieved. The entire day was just like any other day. In the evening, she took her usual seat. The kids who used to sit right behind her were already on their seats. Then those three boys entered the bus. She was still looking outside the window. The yellow nd pink flowers in that small side garden of their school's bus parking area somehow looked dry that day. The boys came in, asked the kids to change their seats nd sat right behind her. She again felt something sliding up nd down her legs.
    She slided over to the other side of the seat to ignore them. That's when she felt one of their hand slowly crawling from the gap between the seats trying to reach her back. Her heart started pounding. She was so confused in that moment that she wasn't able to distinguish between what was real nd what was just a stupid exaggerated imagination of her idiotic, out of control, restless mind. She was sweating nd her hands nd feet were cold. She couldn't breathe. The boys were laughing as if it was just another game for them nd she, just a broken toy. Her stand came nd she immediately got off the bus.
    She could hardly walk. She was so angry. She always has been short tempered nd had plans of how to break bones if someone tried to mess with her but now when it was actually happening, she just couldn't think straight. She reached home, lied down on her bed nd calmed herself down to slow down her heartbeat so she could think. She was so mad at her parents because they thought it was important to let her know what to do if she scored less marks in a test but not what to do if someone tried to inappropriately touched her. She planned it all. Next day, after the Last bell goes off, she'll disappear for a while for just as long that the boys have taken their seats so she would know where not to sit. She did the same nd it worked out.

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    Spiral!
    (Part 1)

    [Horror story or molestation story]

  • susiewp 6h

    LITTLE ONE

    Hey, my little one.
    I hope you are at peace today.

    For you were the soul that
    Stitched whole my broken one.
    My tiny one, I can't say if I had given you
    Enough and all, you needed and loved.
    And, though you were never created
    To bring life to my dead being, to bring
    The warm glow to my tarnished soul,
    Yet when they left you over, to
    My trembling hands, somehow they never Trembled again, as I held on to you.

    How could I forget the day
    You called me mama - I was born again.
    The day you took your first step
    My love, you taught me how to walk again.
    And when you brought me those
    Little purple flowers, that evening
    The frills of your blue dress dripping in mud
    Your voice dripping in joy - my love
    I knew I had, way more than I deserved. Again.

    And yet, today, as the cold white walls
    Of that wretched building took you in,
    The disease that had taken us over
    Chained you down to that ugly bed,
    To never give you back to me;
    As Nature snatched you back, my all!
    My puny petulant soul -
    Pinned down to ground by Nature's fury,
    My hand trembled in guilt, once again.
    My world burnt in Her wrath.
    My soul froze to Her cold fury -
    Drowned into this vast nothing.
    Only to watch and watch and watch -
    How yet they never let me watch -
    My little life, trapped in those cold walls.
    How the disease withered you away
    My love, how the disease withered you
    Away from me.

    Away from me.

    Away from me.
    ©susiewp

  • tazmanian_angel 7h

    Brave

    Let her tiptoe through the shadows
    Let her stomp along this trail
    You led her into darkness
    You you set her up to fail

    She begged you way too many times
    She tried to make demands
    You stonewalled her too often
    You tried to tie her hands

    Now she’s waltzing with the nightfall
    Now she’s singing to the stars
    How beautifully she wears her pain
    How lovely are her scars

    You can’t wipe out her spirit
    You can’t destroy the brave
    She wasn’t meant to be your scapegoat
    She isn’t meant to be your slave
    ©tazmanian_angel

  • ranjit_sarma 15h

    They call me an explorer while i have mostly visited each and every destination of your wildest fantasies..
    ©ranjit_sarma

  • __tribble_tales__ 16h

    STARS FLAUNTS THEMSELVES IN THE DARKNESS ❤️.

    ©__tribble_tales__

  • imariba 16h

    Being a dark or dusky girl is a crime in India. A strict no-no. JK, you are just beautiful the way you are. Don't give all those hate to your skin. Love that amazing piece of your body part which protects you. Come on, your skin deserves better!

    #mirakee #skin #colourism #racism #india #beautiful #girl #fairandlovely #life #dusky #dark #writersnetwork #poem #popular #imariba #people #black #breathe #live #hate #depression #saviour #dreams #love #loveyourself #white #brown @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    The hate you give to my skin

    Dear skin, why are you getting all the hate you get?
    Isn't it unfair that every body is glowering on seeing you
    Or giving you that sideways pity look
    Like you are the biggest mistake of one's life?
    When my gene pool should be getting all that?
    What is it you are going to prove anyway?
    That being white, you can attract a beautiful boy
    Or you can make anyone look for longer at your pinkish hue
    Or you can get more affirmative nods whenever you say something
    Or you can get less judgement by being less dark
    Or you can kvell at the prospect of checking the "fair girl" box of matrimonial ads
    Or how you always get more attention
    When I should be getting it all by being a talented, good human being?
    It's my fault I didn't stand enough for you
    Leaving you in the quandry of getting teased and laughed at
    Slathering on you whatever creams and powders I thought
    Will change you over night
    I was that parent to you who put pressure on kids
    Comparing to others, killing their dreams
    Trying to make kids into whatever molds they think of
    I was trying to shape you according to my mold
    Of being fair and lovely
    Rather than letting you live these days I was choking you to death

    Dear skin, I am sorry
    I feel compunction for all the things I've ever done to you
    You were always there for me, protecting me
    You were doing the job you were given
    It's not you who was dark all these days
    It's my heart and my mind which were dark
    Shut down by the opinion of others
    That I forgot to see the bigger picture
    It's not going to be the colour of my dear skin
    Which is going to catapult me into achieving my dreams
    Rather it's me who was making you as an excuse
    To feel pity for myself, drowning in depression
    When I should be sweating the skin off
    To better myself

    Dear skin, I love you no matter what
    White or black or brown, hereinafter no frown
    You are now free to breathe and live
    Thanks for an amazing saviour that you are!

    ©imariba

  • blacklab100 17h

    Welcome

    Welcome to the place of which we dwell
    Inhale the overwhelming scent

    Get use to the smell

    Get a whiff of the toxic air
    Watch as the walls rot and deform

    Enter if you dare

    Gaze apon the field of overgrown life and banishment
    Hear me lie about the struggle

    Living is our punishment

    The trusted say "This is not heathy!!"
    Not to me

    They would not understand for they are wealthy
    ©blacklab100

  • deepslumber 17h

    Illusive thoughts

    Travelling deep into the dark dungeons,
    Hidden were the morons devouring her gourd, cum and flesh.
    The one who once resided in my heart,
    What remained was her bones and ashes.
    ©deepslumber

  • humming_words_on_the_tree 18h

    Invincible

    If I can love myself even when I am in the dark, then I truly am invincible!

    ©humming_words_on_the_tree

  • ritik_sharma 19h

    Broken Heart

    For the first time I knew she would cheat me, she thought I was a regular guy who would never mind her. But, she didn't knew how possessive I was for her. I saw that images and my heart broke into pieces she swore me that she will not cheat me. She again cheated me within a week, week after week she did the same and my heart broke into small tiny peaces. Why somebody would do this to a person who is giving her so much love, affection and care?
    ©ritik_sharma

  • susiewp 1d

    LIVE FOR TODAY

    Bloom like a flower
    Who knows she would
    Wither tomorrow anyway.
    Go out of that comfort zone
    Like pupa that re-enters the world again
    Like a butterfly -
    Gracefully ignorant of his
    Stunning colourful beauty
    Save for yourself
    Like that tiny ant
    Whose size doesn't matter-
    She can carry the weight, anyway
    Be anything but a human -
    He is always chained to his past.
    Just live for today - for,
    Tomorrow is again, another today.
    ©susiewp

  • inked_feeling 1d

    सवेरा

    गुलाब काटों के और
    कमल कीचड़ के
    करीब होता है।
    जब घना हो अंधकार,
    तो समझो सवेरा
    करीब होता है।।


    ©inked_feeling

  • pakhi1738 1d

    I am made up of stories! Stories from the past which I don't want to let go, stories from the present which are still incomplete and stories from future which are mare modifications of past and present!

    -Pakhi ✍️

  • susiewp 1d

    LET'S GO WHERE

    Let's go where darkness is the rainbow that we die for..
    Let's go where hatred becomes the blessing we suffer here..
    Let's go where pain is not a curse
    And happiness is not a fairy tale..
    Let's go where the black clouds are comforting like the blue brightness
    Let's go where the sunshine scars away my wounds from your words when you left..
    Let's go where loving myself won't be my sin, anymore.
    ©susiewp

  • prajaktaa 1d

    Sunless

    Under the dark sky with heavy heart
    My Eyes stared at the bright stars
    Don't pity on me , I mumbled
    It'll take time but I'll stand strong
    Dont ha-ha ohh night bugs
    You put down my sob under your buzz
    Ask these breezes for they have dryed my tears
    And every disappearing moon for it saw me weep tears
    The night so soundless couldn't hear the agony of my heart
    Ohh breeze
    for any merry moment you don't flow but freeze
    All these nights are same no new
    I wish someday I bloom with the moon flowers
    And with the silent mellow tune my heart rhythms
    -Prajakta

  • susiewp 1d

    THAT WAY

    Never had I realised that the mirror being covered would be such a relief than, when, the moment I walked across it, reflexly looking the other way - avoiding it - out of habit - only to suddenly realise that - OK I don't need to look the other way any more..
    ©susiewp

  • ahabyang 1d

    HoRoR NiGhTs

    I crossed paths with myself
    We both agreed
    I'm a bad omen
    Even in my sleep, I walk in terror
    They are bruised nights
    And repetitive cycles
    Dark rooms and shut doors
    It's utter distress
    There's a silence
    Accompanied by
    a thunderous noise
    It's the sound of hallucinations
    Wraped In my reality
    My heart groans
    My soul sobs
    I'm chocked in fear
    Broken glasses
    Open wounds
    Chattering voices inside my head
    I've been trapped in my mind for ages
    It's the ouija board game
    Awakening my past
    A buzz on the door
    Terrifies me to death
    It must be the spirits
    Burried beneath my skin
    Or the demons
    In my Calamitous memory
    Darn it
    It's the neighbors
    They're at it again
    Every night is a ritual
    They assemble in twos and threes
    And kill in fives and tens
    They are crowned with death
    And masked with blood
    You wonder how I've survived this long?
    I heard them say
    "we save the best for last"

    #poetry #poems #pain #mirakeeworld #writerslife #dark #light #groans #past #mind #trapped #spirits #silence #demons #nights #medium #mirakee #rituals #best #last #blood #ages *picture courtesy of medium*

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    I've
    been
    trapped
    in
    my
    mind
    for
    ages
    ©ahabyang


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  • masked_memories 1d

    Life seemed dead after you left me
    Filled every moment with the sadness you bought with your departure
    Life filled with sadness seemed better than the empty life
    That you had left for me

    I tried changing my life
    Now, life has changed me
    Not with those dark shadows
    But with enough light to cast a shadow

    @writersnetwork @mirakee @mirakeeworld #pod #dead #moment #sadness #departure #empty #change #dark #shadow

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    Shadow
    ©masked_memories