Mirakee
Take all those empty lone letters,
Mess them up; put them together
Give them some space, some life
Let them mean something.
A poem, a story, or maybe
a memory,
-Krish
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krishnega
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“In hearts like thine ne'er may I hold a place Till I renounce all sense, all shame, all grace” - Lord Byron
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krishnega
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krishnega
1w
Tell me what it feels like to have someone, who’ll walk out the door, to give you your space and time, to cry your heart out.
Does knowing that there is someone, patiently waiting to hold you, set things right?
Tell me, because I’ve been standing here for ages, but hasn’t heard from her, yet.
-Krish -
krishnega
1w
It’s painful to watch
how some parents struggle
to give equal servings of love
to their very own children;
But to watch them not make the effort
Makes me doubt their heart itself.
-Krish -
krishnega
1w
We all feel weak
and helpless
When pain chooses
someone we love.
-Krish -
krishnega
1w
But if we pretend
like it never happened,
we’d most likely
put ourselves through it,
all over again.
-Krish -
Dear Rumi,
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You know, it’s getting harder everyday. The date is near, and our experiments haven’t given any expected results. I feel the fear, pain and pressure on my head. We are beginning to think, that our hypothesis might be wrong. Remember, when I told you about this new Gene we will be working on, and all the things we could do, if everything went right. Well, I don’t know where we are getting to, with this thing.
We’ve all been doing everything we can, working late hours, reading articles and researching for reasons; we’ve lost track of the days, no breaks, no birthday parties, no weekend treks, all we know is, we haven’t got much time and this isn’t any good.
You know sometimes, I feel like this will take me my whole life before I get something out of it; there’s too high a chance, that my life’s work may be a decade too late. But what scares me the most is, the price I’ll have to pay.
I’ve changed so much since I walked into this; Most of the nights, I’m too exhausted to lie sleepless, and even if lie awake, I don’t have much memories to count. Maybe, the past has forgotten me, because I’ve lost many people. Because I once chose to forgo many chances of making memories, quieted myself, accepted my choices all in the name of my passion... I can’t pinky promise if the latter is true, but I think it is.
I chant a lot of prayers these days; but no, I don’t call upon the angels. I have no life left, for any faith or trust. I think I’m doing it out of habit. My mother would love seeing me do my prayers. I miss her. I miss her so much. One of these days, I’ll probably quit my purpose and all my reasons and run into her arms. She’s getting old, and I don’t think, I’ve many days either. I can’t really die before I feel her warmth for at least one more time.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve been trying to get in contact with my sister, but I couldn’t. The last time we spoke, she said she had uninstalled all the social media apps, because she was upset with herself, over not getting anywhere in life. I was on call for more than an hour, and it was her, complaining the whole time. I haven’t heard from her since then. Maybe she wanted me then; but I just hoped she would get stronger and successful by herself. I was either naive and stupid, or, rude and heartless.
Recently, I found that my best friend married her soulmate. She must be happy. I don’t really know, I didn’t attend her wedding, nor call her any time late. We actually stopped hanging out, when she fell in love with this guy; quite a lot seem to have happened and she kept me in the dark, until after graduation, everybody got a sniff of it. After that, I don’t know if we really drifted apart, or we had raised a wall, but somehow, it wasn’t the same.
There’s one thing that hasn’t changed through all these years; yes, I’m still writing. I don’t give much time to appreciations and critics, for which they call me names, and say that I don’t qualify to be a known writer. That’s okay, it doesn’t really matter. But someone recently told me how, I shouldn’t give up on writing, and that I’m good at it. It was a bit funny, because I write from my life, and my life isn’t even teeny good, or any worthy of being written. I wonder if half truth was always this gorgeous.
©krishnega | 17 May 2019 -
Memories drowned me,
Before I had learnt to swim.
But it drained deep within
Before I could taste a sip.
I’m starving and full
Of those that’ll be
forever mine.
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krishnega
1w
She was like the sky
Never out of sight, but
Ever out of reach.
-Krish
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krishnega
1w
For, all the souls
who think one life
is far too less
They write stories.
For, all the souls
who think this world
is far too small
They dare dream.
-Krish -
krishnega
2w
Whosoever stabs,
Trust dies.
-Krish
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okayckay
3w
Maybe not a God who creates.
Maybe a God who cares.
© OkayCkay -
bobbycneis
4w
The only thing I wanna do is run my fingers through your existence, we don't ever have to touch.
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okayckay
4w
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As the sun bids farewell and twilight descends, I make my way towards the shore, staring at the horizon.
When all the noise fades away into oblivion and I know that I'm the only soul standing, I begin to undress.
Slowly, I remove the mask that wears me out, making sure that I don't damage it for I need to put it on when the sun shows up again.
By the time the mask comes off and I stand completely naked, all light has disappeared except for the stars that are excited about the show that will soon unfold.
The mistress of the night emerges from her dwelling and walks towards me, with a smile that brings my soul to its knees.
She offers me her hand and when I oblige, I can feel her touch electrifying every single fibre in my body.
At first, I'm nervous but her eyes assure me that everything's going to be alright and the unrest seeping through me is gone in an instant.
Holding each other in our arms, we dance to the sounds of the ocean waves crashing against the rocks, the cool breeze whistling along with us.
The stars twinkle as they cheer me on, letting me know that I've been putting on a great show.
We dance and dance until the waves bury our feet in the sand and the body can no longer move.
We sit and chat until the first ray of light graces the skin and the mistress disappears into her dwelling but before she leaves, she kisses me on the lips - a promise that she'll return.
As the sun rises and twilight descends, I get up, put on my mask and walk away.
I don't bid farewell to the stars for I know that come another sunset, I'll return and the stars will still be there, waiting for another enthralling show to unfold.
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@writersnetwork @mirakeeDarkness is comforting
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I was not born strong. I was a runt growing up. I had to stuff in adobes inside my shirt to look strong. It was a phase, anyway—pretending to be someone stronger. I’m still not strong. I’m still a runt, I think. Lots of insecurities, white-lies, and, wishes: I’m a walking cliché. So, why? You ask. Why’d I even try? Right? But, then, what’d I be left with if I stopped fighting? What’d I be holding onto, if I don’t pretend? What’d I have to reminisce, if I don’t lie? You have so much going on, you’d have memories. I’m alone. An island. Memories don’t grow here.
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ammada
17w
Read More~Life has its own ways to haunt you with leftovers of your past.
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#darkness #life #past #memories #relation #nightIn the silence of bloodied darkness, I close my eyes. My body neither trembling with despair nor harmonious with joy. It's in a state that is numb, like the way it has never been, perhaps, in more peace.
I don't know what makes me open my eyes and when I do my gaze falls on the grey silhouette which is wavering with an unease and restless commotion. I started following it, though not moving too far.
I now stand and look at it with a more fierce attention. The deeper I dive into it, the more familiar it becomes, as if it is something that has always been known to me, as if it has always been a part of me, and I wonder if it still is.. And then there blows a wave of the softest recognition, making my vision clearer to me.
I realize now, how wonderfully time has played its part - taking away my insecurities, heartburnt memories, decayed relations, haunted words and presenting them before me in a more dark and disdainful manner. For yes, those flickering shadows are, nevertheless, still a part of my existence.
~Ammada
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branthan
6w
Read MoreTINY DOT IN THE ENDLESS SPACE.
What is the meaning of all this?
What is the greater purpose?
Why are we here?
Often we are baffled by these questions, trying so hard to understand a deeper meaning.
I’m still fascinated by how this world works. A lot has changed in the last few hundred years, our understanding of reality to the way we treat this life. Now it is more than just trying to survive another day not to get eaten by the predators in the top of the food chain. We want to understand the why's and the what's. This curiosity is the one reason why we are on the top, evolving from a clueless ape to this world dominant being. Ancient life was simpler if you ask me. Earth at the center of the universe, then you have sky or heaven up above, and ground or hell down below. Then dreamers like Copernicus changed the way we see the universe.
Artists and philosophers ruined the way we see this world. They made everything a little more complex and now we look for the meaning of all the uncertainties. Everything has to mean something, from what we feel to the vacant space between the stars. Maybe it is hard-coded into our DNA, to look for meaning, to understand the reality. But what is this reality then? When we look at the bigger picture, our life is nothing but a meaningless event. It starts and ends in a blink, and this loop continues. Still, we dare to dream and look at the stars, wonders about the life beyond.
but when you really think about it
we re nothing but stardust
of an old age molded
by gravity, decaying again
but never gone.
and slowly remolding into
something new.
We look at the stars for answers as if an answer can make all the difference.
How?
Just another question waiting for another answer.
When I watched Interstellar for the first time, I was thrilled about the possibilities waiting for us in the vast emptiness. All the unexplored dreams, places and time. That is why the first photograph of a black hole is really special and poetic, in a way.
We are searching, searching for something that’s been hiding from us for so long, and we have absolutely no idea what that is. You may wonder why, why this constant curiosity to find things, to find meaning. Maybe it’s not just curiosity, maybe we are afraid of this uncertainty, the unknown, so damn terrified of the things we don’t understand.
On April 10th, 2019, Event Horizon Telescope Collaboration released the first-ever image of a black hole, situated around 53.5 million light-years away in the center of the galaxy M87. This supermassive black hole is about 6.5 billion times the mass of our Sun. It’s been 104 years since Einstein first published his General Theory of Relativity, but we never had a chance to directly observe a black hole. We can detect the black holes by observing the neighboring celestial objects but we cannot see one with our naked eye, because it’s a black hole. You must be wondering now, about how we got the picture then. It turns out, you can actually see the black hole if you zoom in radio wavelengths. This is due to the gravitational lensing of the hot plasma near the black hole. And that is exactly what the more than 200 scientists ( I’m going to call them dreamers), 8 telescopes and an algorithm did. Let’s forget about all the science stuff for a second and try to understand what it really means for us, for the future.
“One, remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet.
Two, never give up work. Work gives you meaning and purpose and life is empty without it.
Three, if you’re lucky enough to find love, remember it is there and don’t throw it away.”
-Stephen Hawking
We are dreamers, that is what makes us so special in this whole cosmic mess. We have this amazing ability to create things in our imagination, wondering about all the answers, even though we don’t know the right question, to begin with. Somewhere along the way, we lost our ways. Lost the ability to dream, lost the ability to look up at the stars and wonder about the meaning of all this. We just kept on running, running between places and people, between all the what ifs, collecting all the regrets in the backpack and carrying it to our grave.
We live in a complicated world where everyone is divided based on race, color, gender, religion, ideologies…etc. In a world where everyone is trying to win a war, things like this restore our hope in a better future. Even though, things are complicated it is changing now. More and more people are brave enough to dream and fight for a better world where we are treated equally.
A few lines of codes can change the whole world. Margaret Hamilton proved that with the Apollo Space Program and now Katie Bouman has shown us the same. While multinational companies are using machine learning and artificial intelligence to collect sensitive information to create ads and making us slaves to this dopamine consumerism, people like Katie is showing us the infinite possibilities of artificial intelligence and about how we can use it to the advancement of human beings.
This is why people like Elon Musk is a great inspiration for our generation. He moved away from the typical silicon valley money making start-up to one with a future vision. Making us into believing that the future is more colorful than we think. Mars colonization is the next big step in human history and artificial intelligence is the next big step in human evolution. This is not just about making life simpler and smarter, this is about pushing our limit to make all the crazy dreams a reality. Human beings are never meant to live and die on this tiny blue planet, even if our life ends in a blink of an eye, we can accomplish a lot of things and inspire a lot of people. Maybe that is more important than the ultimate truth or the meaning. Maybe that is why we’re here…
Do you know why I love stars?
They represent something extraordinary.
It is like staring right into the past life of something that happened long before our existence. It questions our understanding of time, this is nothing but a universe that existed in different parts of the time. Some a few minutes before, some few hours, some thousands and some may not even exist at this moment. In the grand stage of things, our now is nothing but a collage of a past that no longer exists. We are so damn foolish, thinking we need words to tell what we feel when the universe does a better a job with this darkness and flickering lights
“Perhaps we’ve just forgotten that we are still pioneers. That we’ve barely begun. That our greatest accomplishments cannot be behind us. That our destiny lies above us.”
- Interstellar
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70w
Read MoreSo, lately I've had this thing going on where a favorite song remains stuck in my head until I write my own lyrics to it. Last time, it was "My Immortal," by Evanescence. If you want to check out my version, it's titled "No Goodbyes."
Anyway, this time, the song that's been stuck in my head is "The A Team," by Ed Sheeran. I absolutely love the song because it manages to be both hopeful and hopeless at the same time. Plus, I just like the sound of it.
Of course, it deals with some pretty heavy subject matters: homelessness, drug use, and prostitution. I have no frame of reference for any of that, and I can't begin to imagine the loneliness, the isolation, the desperation, and the feelings of worthlessness. Truly heartbreaking. My heart goes out to anyone facing such difficult situations.
So, this piece is quite different from my standard fare in regard to the subject matter; but the song kept calling to me, so I've done my best to depict a day in the life of such an individual.
If you aren't familiar with it, the flow of this piece will seem pretty peculiar. If you are familiar with it, then my version should flow similarly. I'm calling it "Broken Dreams." I've rewritten the entire song with my own words. Thank you for reading.
Blessings,
Carolyn
Broken Dreams
by Carolyn Glackin
Used up, broken
Her sorrow goes unspoken
While selling love for tokens
Morning, too bright
Such harshness in the daylight
She only thrives at night
[chorus 1]
And she's waiting
For that somebody amazing
To set her heart a-blazing
Soul gazing
But it seems that he never comes
Nothing here but derelicts and bums
And as always the bed awaits
Yeah it waits...
If she wants to get paid
Hunger intrudes
But she isn't in the mood
And there's never any food
Stacks of bills unpaid
She leaves them for another day
When some money comes her way
[chorus 2]
And maybe
There's someone out there waiting
To call her their own baby
Just maybe
So she waits for a day
That never comes
Sells her love to derelicts and bums
Cause it's cold out tonight... tonight
Yeah it's cold out tonight
And she wants to be inside
She lights the pipe
Glowing in the moonlight
Suddenly the world is right
Sweet salvation
Without hesitation
But no self preservation
[chorus 3]
Now she's sailing
She's in the sky star gazing
So free, so liberating
Amazing
If she could just have
A second chance
She'd find herself a sweet romance
A decent job, a place to live
There must be more
To life than this...
But for now she's got her pipe
Tonight
And everything's alright
Tonight.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2018.
Image found on Pinterest.
#writersnetwork #pod #readwriteunite #music #lyrics #song #ceesmusicalmakeovers
#ceeslyricluv.
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jeniayn
6w
Read More#ceesreplay #ceeslyricluv
Based off One Direction- That’s what makes you beautiful...
That’s what makes you beautiful.That’s what makes you beautiful...
You light up my world
With your angelic voice,
The way that you script
your poems brings me so much joy,
When your heart speaks so humbly,
It ain’t hard to tell,
You don’t know,
You don’t know that you’re beautiful.
If only you saw what I could see,
You’ll understand,
How much your verses mean to me,
Right now I am seeing your soul
As created so beautifully,
Your poems filled so wisely,
prophetically,
That’s what makes you so beautiful.
So come on, keep writing on,
To prove you are amazing
I put it in this song,
Don’t be shy,
We love your rhymes,
Hearts are inspired just by
Reading your lines.
Everyone else can see it,
Everyone but you...
Baby, you light up our world,
Like nobody else,
Your poems are the reflection
Of your inner voice,
Your uniqueness is what brings us
So much joy,
So keep inking on...
That’s what makes you beautiful.
©jeniayn -
Awake in dreams or asleep in thought?
-I woke up several times last night. every time with a new memory resurfacing.
The moon hid, the winds blew and I knew of nothing but the things I felt I must be deserving....
-Dwelling on broken parts of me never once fixed or healed the scars,of mine or theirs.
A candle burned and the ember tip ripped me with no tailor following to stitch or care.
-For that damage done was a panic run, Yet also compelled me to inch closer to listen to the breaths that explain why I crave somebody so far from being the one.
-I tried again but not for the immense darkness of the shadows because they remain still, and i still know them well enough to know that's all that seems to matter anymore until...
Until the fallen angels of myself meet the demons that they never could control.
-As i sat in a temporary eternity, with a cold sweat, swarmed with thoughts that summed up nothing but lost love...
And still yet everything in that frame was too complex to comprehend
except reality without truth or plan.
-The word defining me was never empty nor vacant or forever void as much as emotions were not falsely fabricated in a consumption of useless noise.
-I heard the floorboards creak and my heart went weak as my stomach turned inside out from the ice cementing each vein to my feet... and I joined some war against everything I dreamt to be, left in concrete. -
ericwk
8w
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Anticipation, SUCKS.
Expectation?, don't even.
Yes, I'm relatively 'mature' in time.
Not a matter.
All of us.
Infinite progression.
No stopping this. Any of us.
Lesson. Learned.
Rut.
Happens.
So SUCKS.
Comes within.
Silently.
*** Don't let it happen! ***
Keep expressing.
Someone out there is connecting.
Understanding.
No matter the time.
The age.
Please!
Say!
No matter how much it all aches.
No matter. Please, just listen.
We are all human beings.
Some, express such feelings.
Really.
If you sense within,
YOU are, anywhere:
Sensitive,
Passionate,
Caring,
Responding,
Creative,
Growing,
Learning.
Being.
Simply.
YOU.
Bless you!
Please, be!
Don't you dare suppress.
YOU!
©ericwk
