Mirakee
I've always known your true colors.
The painful truth.
Ive seen the clear picture from its honest perspective.
You painted a version with elaborate colors mixed with false words.
Everyone else, saw what they wanted to see.
I saw what I needed to see.
The paint has dried, and now there is no excuse.
They see what I've always known.
You can't touch this up. You can't fix this.
Not with out admitting youre a fraud.
Even a snake, no matter how beautiful it looks, still has a deadly bite.
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orfayus
5w
Life
A notion and
Motion; blur-
-ing
Past your eyes
The sacred sacred water
The ocean
Of your emotion
Springs
Forth from the
Well
of your potions
My streams run
From them
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orfayus
5w
Coal Belt Mentality
Coiran
And veins of
Steel tracks
Riding the heights
Of despair
And a tearing
Inkling of coal
Miner
Mentality
Defeatist failures and
Wresting the trigger-
A typewriter
Can't stay the
Insatiable
Day eating away
At your heart
There is a trouble
With being born
And torn apart
By the meaningless
Nothingness
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When you try something new,
You're likely to fail.
When you keep trying,
You're learning from your mistakes.
When you don't give up,
When you fight,
When you take control of the situation.
People will notice.
They will notice the effort.
They will notice who you are.
They will notice your strength.
When you fail.
Try again.
Keep trying until, that obstacle, becomes a triumph.
Try until you are proud of the journey that brought you here.
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11/28/20
Why...
Why this day
Why this year
I am crawl up into a ball of mist and disappear into thin air
I feel hurt
I feel distraught
Disgusted
Disgusted with myself
I wanna change
I need to change
I try
COPE
Cope
They say ...
Taught from a young age coping is the best solution
I cant leave my own shell or solve my own irresolution.
I struggle I panic
I make rash decision
I've now gained an unhealthy addiction to help me cope
As awful as it sounds it makes me have hope
It makes me feel bliss
It's so awful it makes me sick
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#writer#writingcommunity
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you plan to
do with your
wild and presious life?
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#stories #storytime #writing #As the cold breeze tickles your face,
It shuffles your hair out of place,
You smile warmly,
As you tuck the burgenden escapees
Back behind your ear.
The wind kicks up and you start to shiver.
Your dark brown eyes,
Motion to me to keep you warm.
My arms wrapped around you,
My nose nuzzled so gently into your hair.
Cirtus: a memory trigger. A scent I never knew I longed for.
I hold you, as a whirlwind of brisk air travels around us.
We are close, keeping one another warm.
Your head lays on my chest.
I wonder, can you hear it beat? The thumping against my chest, can you hear it intensify?
I wonder if the Rhythm of your heart changes too.
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#try #fail #again #getup #falldown #falldown7getup8 #try #tryagain #
#writingcommunity
#writersnetwork #writersblock #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writersofinsta #freewrite #freewriting #topics #storytelling #poemporn #wordgasm #wordporn #writtenword #slam #anything #instapoerty #inspiration #wordstoliveby #authorsofinstagram #writing #writersofinstagrampoetry #writersofinstaYou try.
You fail.
You try.
You fail.
The you try again.
The only true failure
in life
Is when you
stop trying.
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wifey_suicide
26w
To My Next Boyfriend,
Hello,
I’m not the best at introductions, but I’ll tell you one thing for sure is that, you fell into the right hands.
I don’t know how to cook, but I clean.
I don’t how to fix a car, but I can show you how to draw a face.
I am an artist and a poet.
I just have a lost for words.
I have my own book and I can make you laugh.
I stutter a lot.
I do have somewhat of sociopathic traits, but that doesn’t mean I won’t worry about you.
I like to hold hands and I like to walk bare foot.
I enjoy all kinds of music, but you’ll find me listening to violins on a good day.
On a sad days, I don’t talk so much.
I can’t promise you that we’ll be together forever, but I can promise you that I will always have my heart set on you.
I can promise that one day I’ll really be in love with you, but I can’t promise that you’ll feel the same way too.
Sincerely,
Your next girlfriend
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jordynbrower
27w
Read MoreNot really a poem, but just a poetic snippet from a novel I'm working on. @mirakee @writersnetwork #time #novel #snippet #constructs #freewrite #freeverse
Story-Snippet
I know time ends because I've seen it. I saw it the day it came to take my parents away from me. I saw it end the day that winters ceased to exist. I saw it end when the whales went extinct. I saw it end when our country turned against us, when they took away my belongings, my heart, everything. I saw it through a crystal-clear timepiece... that time is indeed always moving, but at the same time, it only moves in one direction, and reaches closer and closer to the edge, until it disappears beneath the sun, and transforms into a distant memory. Time, to me, is something created by the human imagination. It makes sense while not making sense at all, and exists only on the idea that anything exists at all.
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jordynbrower
27w
Self-Reflection
I saw myself in the mirror tonight.
I looked deep into the reflection and truly analyzed...
Every crevasse
Every tear
Every line
Every strain
Every picture of raw emotion printed upon my canvas...
I analyzed it all.
By the time I had backed up from the reflection
I no longer understood
I couldn't understand.
What was she doing here?
Who was she?
Most importantly,
What had she taken away from me?
Why had she left me here...
Naked,
Vulnerable,
Shaking...
Broken?
I didn't understand.
And perhaps I didn't want to understand
Perhaps I didn't need to understand.
But what I did understand was...
There was a ghost she left behind.
She was beautiful, a miracle, an angel.
I guess I didn't know her as well as I thought I did.
I took too long, didn't I?
It's too late now.
Her wings are being torn out
Ripped to shreds
And discarded into oblivion.
I miss her
Although...
I have no idea who she is...
Or who I am...
Or where she came from...
Or where I came from...
Just...
Shreds
and
Tears
and
Nothing else.
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From the busy streets of the city
I am now caged in my room
I have always wondered when
When will the streets be empty
At night?
Dawn?
The city where I have chased my dreams
Where I meet people that I made memories with
The city where I was free
I miss it even though I felt heavy
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wifey_suicide
36w
N/A
It feels like nobody wants me to be around
So I just swallow my emotions and pound
Pound on my head because I can’t get the demons out of my head
To afraid to ask for meds
Since we all know, they’re no different then lead
Acid and rain
I’m so in pain
No matter what I do
I can’t seem to fit myself in my own shoes
My mother smiles above the devil horns
While my father pretends to wear the halo
While my siblings are just getting out of the cradle
With venomous fangs that are fatal
Miranda rights sit underneath the dining room table
As we sit there quietly
We all know that this isn’t harmony
We all just feel the anxiety
That we cover with the money
Of our part time jobs
That we pretend to love
So we can feel loved
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jordynbrower
45w
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WARNING: Possibly triggering for anyone with PTSD. Please read safely.
I wrote this a while back, ended up deleting it, but it feels weird to not have it on my profile.
@mirakee @writersnetwork #abuse #mentalhealth #awareness #childabuse #depression #anxiety #broken #freewrite #freeverse #thirdperson #perspectiveAbuse
For years upon years
I pondered why her quill quivered so
And why she stroked me so belligerently.
Her tears covert…
Fabricating a crater through my core.
It wasn’t until that Midnight
When I perceived the fiends
Who clawed and untangled the masses
Which composed her mind.
Rewiring what was once lustering.
Mangling the fantasies into accounts of reality.
At night her bellows would penetrate my frailty
Eventually, her wails would fail.
My heart would terminate.
Afar, the moon would clamor.
The Earth would stop
A shatter would erupt.
And as the years tumbled over the others,
He knew what he did
When she uttered,
“The Sad things make me happy.”
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jordynbrower
45w
Too Loud, Too Light, Too Bright
When I fell ill,
They asked me who was in charge.
When I fell ill,
They asked who I follow.
When I fell ill,
They told me to leave.
To risk eternity.
My soul.
My heart.
They despised me.
Because I disagreed.
Because I wasn’t contemporary.
Because I wasn’t them.
So I fled.
Wandered.
Ventured between the stars...
Searching for a leftover beacon.
Anything that would extend a withered palm
Anything that would embrace me in a weighted blanket.
Anything to crush the crystal shards upon my profile.
Anything.
You wanna know what I found?
I found a darkness.
A midnight so bleak that only I could see.
You know what He said?
“You’re welcome here.”
“Come, sit, rest.”
That’s when I realized the nights we terrorize
Are the only breathing truths in this world.
That what we believed to be holy...
Was indeed a mere distraction
From the very soul that binds us together.
Because not all of us are pure.
But the dark…
It’s found in
Every mirror,
Every reflection.
Every vein.
Every hour.
This is who we are.
Slaves to an unknown evil.
Who pretend to waltz with Light.
Who strike the midnight air.
This is who we are... but
When I fell ill,
I followed no one.
For the options I was given
Were all too loud.
Too loud,
Too light,
Too bright.
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in_fragments
52w
Read More"You are the wizard of your own world.
Your thoughts arrange your universe.
Thoughts are sometimes hijacked
by another's dark sorcery, and through a series of unfortunate life events, you were taught that
you're worthless, unlovable, and unskilled, an object to be desired and acquired, used for labor and flavor then tossed away to repent, and these thoughts feel like they became a part of you.
They were placed there
by evil-minded conjurers who aim
to steal your light and break your spirit
so they can sell you their solutions.
They want to make you their self-fulfilling prophecy, illusionists profiting off of your inner anguish.
But there is a way to get your light back that requires no pay.
Self-hate is a powerful, pricey potion,
but self-love is a homebrew far more potent.
It is a radical move of psychological rebellion, a rejection of conditioning. It is magic.
Magic that you don't have, but magic that you are. You and it are interchangeable.
You can shuffle the cards and shift the stars. You can find the strength to shoot fireworks from your fingertips.
This world may beat you down, but
the magic lies in what you think of yourself amidst the bloody humiliation, and how you get up afterwards.
How you spit out the spite, and become
your own antidote.
How there are still fireworks brewing
in those fingers, and how no
murky curses can snuff out your potential to set the sky alight...
How whenever they try, it only gives your hands more strength.
The talks you have with yourself
are written all over your face, and in your bones and in your aura.
Confidence and self-assured power
look good on you."
©in_fragments
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Love yourself the way you are right now. Say "I love you" to yourself out loud. What's stopping you?
#wizard #world #freewrite #confessional #mirakee #writerstolli #pod @writersnetworkShuffle/Shift
You can shuffle the cards and shift the stars. You can find the strength to shoot fireworks from your fingertips.
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in_fragments
54w
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"February isn't freezing this year,
it is raining and puddling up instead.
They're calling for an early spring,
but it feels more like
there was no winter at all.
The days were muddy and mild- humid, even. For the first time,
there was no snow.
Barren tree branches
loom above our heads. They fly about in the warm wind,
like the bony fingers of elders as they scold
misbehaving children.
"Look at the mess you've made!" The trees
say to us. "Look at how sick I've become...
you're only making it worse, little one..."
Their roots, the birds, the sun, and our minds
are all devolving into confusion.
Things don't know whether they
are growing or dying,
the entire atmosphere is being tossed
into a tornado
of uncontrollable change. It's ripping into everything
and sending objects mercilessly
into the ether; humanity stands shakily
at the edge,
senselessly waiting to fall in.
But there is still a chill to be felt in the air,
traces of the season still linger,
for catastrophe
doesn't happen all at once.
It sneaks up,
like a frog placed in a pot of gradually boiling water,
doomed not to feel the heat
until it's being burned alive-
but we are not frogs, and this earth is not yet
a boiling pot.
The same way that climate
does not equal weather, a lost battle
does not mean a failed war, and
the only way out of this
is through. The only thing to do
is keep moving. Pay attention. Compile data and ask questions. Rethink everything
you ever thought you knew, regroup.
Rinse and repeat.
We can teach ourselves how to mitigate,
to stare destruction in the face
and fight it, tooth and nail, whether we
end up winning or not.
Plant native seeds in the soil like life
plants seeds in your mind-
seeds of thought, creativity, motivation. Seeds and trees
are now weaponry.
Sit in the shade of the forest while you still have it there,
for the first step to saving the earth
is simply
reconnecting with it. Take care
of yourself, keep away from toxicity.
Tend to both your internal
and external environments-
body and earth-
and realize that one can directly influence the other.
The world we know is shifting fast,
so think about what
you are going to save.
Humanity itself is coming to a crossroads.
A battle between good and evil,
stasis and destruction,
life and death,
is upon us.
The futute of our existence
hinges on the brittle branches of leafless trees. Every moment in history
has culminated into this one:
Healers or killers? Heroes or cowards?
A brave new world, or no world at all?
The choices are up to us.
What will become of us all
this spring?"
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Connect to your environment, connect to yourself, and save them both. It's really that simple. But not that easy...
#narrative #poem #freewrite #climate #change #winter #spring #trees #sky #life #death #change #nature #writerstolli #readwriteunite #writersworld #mirakee #pod @writersnetworkFebruary isn't freezing.
Seeds and trees
are now weaponry...
What will become of us all
this spring?
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call me baby
today you call me baby and i felt my heart melt.
you’re giving me all the reasons to fall in love with you; oh boy i’m head over hills for you.
it’s shameful how loyal i am to you. i don’t lust this is love i have to put the blame on you.
today you call me baby and my heart melt, but i fear i’m not the only girl you call baby.
so please don’t call me baby for that isn’t my name. just keep it simple and plain for my name is jane.
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after dark
My mind goes in places i do not want; it roams the darkest streets I've never seen before.i stay awake way passed the healthy times im supposed to be asleep. everyday i wake up go to school to try to piece my life together.
Im fairly happy during the day, but my mind is sick at night. I have no where to run i have no where to hide. Drugs? Alcohol ? im as sober as it gets, but this void i cannot fill. How do i maintain the perfect person everyone sees.
I'm falling apart in the inside, please believe me i try not to think about all the dark things that drag me into depression. As i said before my mind is sick and after dark i cannot contain the thoughts that bring out the worst in me.
Its this thing called life that keeps attacking me but day after day i try to pertain the person that everyone around me adores. Im breaking mommy and i wouldn't dare put this burden on you.
I’ll be very selfish of thinking to take my life away; i won’t front as if i never thought of it before. It seems like after dark im not safe alone with my thoughts to roam. After dark my mind goes in places i do not want..
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It's never too late to take back control. 2020 and Beyond. Make it count. ������
#questions #freewrite #newyear #2020 #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #writersworld #mirakee #writerstolli #pod #poemExistential Questions for 2020 (and Beyond)
Does magick exist?
༻❦༺
How do you get excited to travel
when everyone is from everywhere, and there's no place on earth that hasn't already been touched by us?
༻❦༺
Whose idea was it to stuff us into these separate bodies anyway,
knowing that we all are made up of the same consciousness,
and where we come from we are one?
Is it some kind of cosmic irony,
a joke among the stars,
that loneliness has always been
the most visceral,
the most harrowing,
of all human emotions?
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Is love so elusive and fleeting
because these human bodies are
the real barriers to it?
Is loneliness in fact more natural for these bodies
than love?
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When it's clear that someone you love
can't join you any further on your journey,
how do you muster up the strength
to go on without them?
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How can I manifest my art,
transfer blood cells and brain matter
into terrifyingly vivid reality,
when these fleshy hands
are just so fragile? Is there even a point
to beginning?
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Are we all just little pieces of God,
hilariously unaware
that the individual we are seeking to worship
is ourself?
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Why do we keep asking questions
to which we know there are
no answers?
Is it because if we found out about them, we would no longer be human?
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Why would our souls be so willing
to rip themselves apart from each other,
to experience what it's like to be a mortal individual,
if we didn't have the privilege
of complete free will to choose our destiny?
Will you still say it was never up to you
when you're old,
on your deathbed, unfulfilled
and teeming with regrets?
Who was supposed
to make sure you had none?
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Do I still have time?
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