Pinned Chats
Some Pinned Chats meant a lot , Whether it is Group Chat or Personal Chat , Those chats always gives us happiness and relief, Those are Souls to rely upon , Shoulders to cry upon, Doors to Relaxation
©kelvin_mathew98
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mmbftd 9w
These 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 -
Bunny Boiler
You get a message.
Ping!
Oh! That's from me.
The conversation begins,
lasts for hours...
You receive a GOODBYE followed by yours.
I sleep well.
But you keep guessing that it's a HINT.
Don't you?
Is it wrong to think that
I don't need to tell you that we're friends,
for it's obvious?
Little did I know that you have something else in your head.
It's because I can't so easily abandon my friends,
that you receive a message from me.
Darling,
I guess that doesn't make me a bunny boiler.
Don't you think?
©wadmystin -
we don't talk anymore
suddenly,
you're at the bottom
of my recent messages
and for the first time
in months,
im finally okay with that
©enidoy -
Raise your head high ladies
Don't let people talk you down
Do what you know how to do best
Let your work show results
©goodiewrites2 -
Darker Clouds
I've seen those dark clouds
Trying to swarm right around me
It's Whispering inside my ears
Saying plenty of negatively
God has been showing me
How to avoid these clouds
That send evil messages
To make me feel down
©shayne366 -
The universe plays a game
Where the universe plays as the transmitter
And our minds play as the receptor
It throws out little secret messages
For everyone to discover and decode it for themselves
For you to recieve you have to tune yourself
Like you tune a radio to a particular frequency
You might discover these messages while you are
Thinking, working, walking, sleeping and
While you take any action bound by life
When you reach that frequency you'll see
Everything vibes with you
Just like how a dot is connected with another
Everything become crystal clear
Once these messages are decoded
They leave behind gifts
Something which you will treasure forever!!
©soultxt -
born_to_write_ 18w
Me after studying inheritance and variation.♀️
[ yes, i am having my midterm exams.]
@mirakee @writersbay @mirakeworld @elusive_me @sproutedseeds
#daadigotyourback #dominant #reccessive #selfrespect #ego #breaking #messages #pod #quotesTRAIT
99+ UNREAD MESSAGES
His ego - DOMINANT TRAIT [EE]
Her self-respect - RECESSIVE TRAIT [ee]
©a stenographer soul -
tangled_in_her_thoughts 19w
Incident that happened few minutes back made me realise how a girl's "NO" is taken so lightly.
I received a direct WhatsApp video call from an unknown International number then a message after that a voice call, i ignored it all. To the person's message of "Hii" i replied "Who's this", answer came "Sachin Bhardwaj", then he asked for my name, but i was in no way to carry this absurd being further, i blocked right away without a second thought.
His audacity didn't stopped there, he called from 2 unknown Indian numbers, just to say "Aap mujhe unblock kar do WhatsApp pe aur mujhe aapse baat karni hai" and thought maybe the girl is so dumb that would unblock, seriously??. In the first call i talked with little politeness, said that "i don't even know you why the fuck will i talk to you", but this asshole didn't understood though i blocked his number. He called again with another Indian number and i started the call with zero politeness and abused really bad, threatened him to give both his numbers in police and also his International WhatsApp number and cut the call.
Such awful and hideous human called from his 3rd Indian number, because he literally took my words in previous 2 calls so fuckin lightly that my "NO" didn't banged his dumb head. I handed over the 3rd call to my father directly and Dad's hello was enough to make him cut the call then and there itself plus blocked me on WhatsApp too.
I was not firm in my talks, responded with abuses even threatened still "Itne halke mein kaise liye jaa raha tha ye admi mujhe?", for what sake?. Why these people have stopped getting scared, afraid or fearful of police, is ready to take a girl's word so lightly?.
I mentioned "a girl's words" because when my father took hold, just said hello in anger, that asshole then and there it cut the call, blocked me, but i with a female's shrill voice spoke louder than my father plus threatens and what not, his calls didn't stopped. I'm really thankful to my dad that his hello saved me from futher calls but my words seemed nothing to him, like why?? So much of underestimation really?.
#mywords #reality #shortstory #truth #postoftheday #cutthroatirony #needoftheera #speakup #whatsapp #calls #messages #awfulpeople #lightly #no #writer"NO" is taken so lightly...
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©tangled_in_her_thoughts -
kelvin_mathew98 22w
#mirakeeenglish #englishmirakee #english #life #diary #monologilue #quote #mallu #conversations #messages #goa #beaches #eve #writersnetwork #eve @mirakee @writersnetwork
Memories are Framed Moments Stored in our MindsThose Deep Conversations , Messages , Memories to an Extent Watered my Eyes as Those Memories live in my Hearts .
©kelvin_mathew98 -
Making Her Smile Through Social Media
I met this girl a month ago,
She inboxed me through my
messages,
I was hesitant in responding to
her message but I did it anyway
because I felt that I didn't want to get close
to anyone on these apps
so you are growing curiouser and curiouser,
it might be your words that works through my heart and makes me
smile or my curiousity or
might be, I was curious about you.
Telling me your deepest darkest secrets hidden and forbidden.
I accept your dark secrets.
I feel that I can trust you with my deepest darkest secrets forbidden and hidden.
Messaging each other every night and day,
giving each other at least 5 or 30 mins of our time with on going
conversations.
I subscribed to you and you subscribe
to me,
You said you always enjoy reading
words,
I enjoy reading yours.
Your poems brings tears to my eyes.
You are a beautiful poet.
Anna you are very committed in
messaging me everyday.
I enjoy looking at your beautiful profile image everyday, admiring your beautiful smile.
I am getting to know you everyday,
that I don't know you physically.
Me and you frome two different cities,
you are from India, and I am from
Chicago.
Someday I wish we can cross paths.
Anna, you say your time is up
on Poems, and you said you will
be back on Poems app again.
I have made a lot of friends on Poems apps but hopely you will
be missed by your other fellow
poet friends.
I encourage you Anna keep writing
from your heart and experience.
God will always be with you.
You will be truly missed by Ciara.
Please follow Anna/ Dolphin on
Poems app if you have the app.
©ciara1 -
I need an honest relationship where this
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©dhehem -
thecommon 23w
To those who say,
Bestfriends don't need a daily convo,
I think you've got someone more than
them in your life and that's why you don't
need a daily convo with them.
©dhehem -
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sarahrachelea 26w
Hey you, whoever needs to hear this, just let them dead (RIP. Rest in piece of shit)
#ghosting #dead #amazing #words #saying #live #life #love #encouraging #empowering #honey #free #mirakee #lethemdead #wisewords #reminder #notes #messages #ghosted #ghost #horror #scary #spooky #boo #idiom #sarcasm #ambiguity #continue #youareamazing #storyHoney,
If she or he is ghosting you
Then let them dead
You are free to continue and live your amazing life
~ Don't forget that you're amazing
©sarahrachelea -
moonshane 29w
Chats
Yearning for the warm hugs around me
I thought my heart for you has died
But it was just like a vacation from you
Then there you're coming back to my life
Opposing feelings that clashed one another
I want to talk you but otherwise not
You make my heart twist to knots
Giddy of all the conversation you make
All the clouds form around my head
I dust it away trying to kill all hopes
But there you're dropping probable clues
I'm not sure what to do anymore
You make my day and sometimes laze
Wishing for the feeling to return as I laid
My thirst for the chat growing bigger
When you left me hanging in the air once again
©shanez98 -
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lunalight 33w
Yourself
Ask your dresses how much I know them
Ask your food how much I care them
Ask your phone calls how much i miss them
Ask your messages how much I expect them
Ask your friends how much I know you
Ask yourself how much I need you
Finally
Ask me how much I love you
©lunalight -
_unpostedletters 37w
When I used to feel your warmth,I could even read your blank letters.But nothing help me translate these blank text messages.I make weird guesses and end up with wrong interpretations.
We were not really communicating anymore.May be our brains were, but not the hearts.
I hope, our hearts might have saved a thousand words to speak when they meet again.
#unpostedletters#communication#handwritten#letters#post#words#text#messages#pod#mirakee#quotes#poems#verdant@mirakee@writersnetworkHandwritten
When a paper has,
Warmth of a body
Scent of the sweat
Wetness of the tears
Dirt on the hands
Flaws of some fingers
And colours of love;
They are the letters
Handwritten by a soul.
Those letters speak
Without words.
©_unpostedletters -
gutzwvw 42w
Caroline Message
Who came first, Mr. Message.
Or Mr. Mo, surely not Pooh.
All I know was, they had me riddled.
With bullets and phonetics.
I was just slinging my slang.
With a twang, in turn.
I received messages.
Of the most mesmerizing manner.
©gutzwvw