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Resolutions
Everytime on new year day, I take up a resolution that doesn't seem so hard. Yet, I let go. I don't hold on to my word. I keep telling everyone that I do stick to my word and I do. But just not to the promises I make to myself. What does this imply? What does it say about me? I don't know. Half the time I keep degrading myself. Half the time I keep blaming life for all the troubles. I know that people go through a lot more and still embrace life. But sometimes it becomes hard not to crumble under the pressure. How many times can I possibly fool myself that I am strong enough? I don't know. But I do know I will keep doing it until I beleive it. Most of the nights I fall asleep thinking negetive thoughts. I read books that are really depressing just to assure myself that things could have been worse. Pathetic? I know. I am not usually the type that talks. I stay quiet most of the time. I keep giving fake smiles and try to keep up short conversations. Maybe, just maybe I should start standing up for myself to show my mind that I too can be strong. These thoughts are fine but executing them? It is hard. I want out. But I know I can't. I'm stuck. Perhaps, this is just a phase of life. People say many things that sound easy like, 'It's our choice' or 'Life is not a bed of roses.' When it comes down to yourself it doesn't sound easy anymore.
This year, I am going to take a resolution that I can hopefully keep. I am going to promise myself not to give fake assurance to myself about anything. See it as it is. It is hard, but I will try. For me. Because when you are in an actual struggle, all you have is you.
©loveblack_1422
loveblack_1422
I am never alone with myself cause I love being alone.
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Won't Give Up
No matter how hard it is,
I will not succumb.
With determination,
I will overcome.
Will give it my all,
Put everything in.
Won't let myself fall,
Battle is mine to win.
Put that thought to
Give up aside.
Being myself too,
Won't be the one that cried.
Will challenge life,
To do it's best.
To make me feel strife,
Confident, I will win the contest.
©loveblack_1422 -
Ocean
One beautiful night I see,
Many waves flowing in the sea.
The moment I tried to catch,
In my memories to attach.
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Empty
Sometimes I feel,
Very hard to breathe.
So much there is to heal,
From the dark past.
©loveblack_1422 -
Heart Broken
That day when I confessed,
You threw it away like it meant nothing.
I felt you were always correct,
But I came to know that I was wrong about this thing.
I cried until my eyes dried,
Not knowing how to control myself.
I had no more pride,
All I had was myself.
Did everything for you,
Even lost friends.
Can't make new,
Because now we're fiends.
Now I am heart broken,
Without a way to fix it.
The words I have spoken,
Have created a pit.
©loveblack_1422 -
Today's Life
Doing our stuff,
No free time
Has our life become mechanical?
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Hunger
Craving for something,
Is called hunger.
Makes us do many things,
Sometimes leaving us wild and vulgar.
It comes in many ways,
Good and bad.
Doesn't let us think straight,
Whether adult or lad.
Crave for unnecessary fame,
Be it beauty, money or power.
Diverts us from our initial aim,
Also disturbing our peace.
Hunger is also in a good form,
Competing for better things in life.
Hunger for a bright future,
Is the thing for which we should strive.
In the end it is our decision,
To not fall prey.
Be "HUNGRY" for betterment,
To shine one day.
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Moon
Round, big and bright.
Illuminating our beautiful nights.
Beaming and shining in the sky,
While we go to sleep hearing lullaby.
The reason for the beautiful Cerus to bloom,
Is the breathtaking MOON.
Being utilitarian by giving us medicinal herbs,
To thank it we'll be short of words.
People call it Cynthia and Luna,
From which derived the word lunar.
Being Earth's best friend,
To admire which many astronauts we have sent.
©loveblack_1422 -
Looking for JJ - Past
Only one moment it took,
For her to strike,
Letting go, her whole body shook,
Remembering her past.
Assassinating her best friend,
When she was ten,
But in the end,
It was only a mistake.
From childhood, she had for craved for love.
Slowly she had seen it,
In her mother calling her 'love'.
That was all she had wanted.
She had been furious,
When her friend insulted her,
She had looked at her quiet serious,
But never intended to murder.
No one had heard her out,
Her side of the story,
With fear she had been bound,
When her mother had abandoned her.
After 6 years of imprisonment,
Her advisors wanted her to start a new life,
She felt it quite difficult,
With the new identity given to her.
No one knew her real side,
Her history,
She felt her old self die,
For a new one to live.
She had got it,
Love from new friends and family.
Her life had been lit,
To start a new journey.
But her past still haunted her,
To this very moment,
She asked herself;
Did she deserve to live a happy life,
After the thing she had done?
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Missed flight
Tears flowing from her eyes,
For her mother .
Despite all tries,
Could not be saved.
Booked a flight,
To go for her cremation.
Feeling her head get light,
Fell asleep.
Woke up in worry,
To have missed her flight.
Dressing up in a hurry,
To try her luck.
Despite her efforts,
She couldn't make it.
And with no one to comfort,
She had lost her mother!
Till today she remembers,
How it happened.
Life turned to ember,
Because of missing her flight.
©loveblack_1422
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lovesmessenger
2w
Read MoreJust another writing
To me you're a king who have forgotten he was one. Life attacks and tears your crown from your head. Unfair things lead you to make choices you find yourself not proud of. Yet you carry on. Battling for your kingdom that you don't even realize exist. Giving and taking from yourself to mend others. You try your best to provide for the ones that matter most. Yet no kindness is present to yourself. You question your worth. You hate your image. You suppress your feelings. For you was taught a king doesnt show emotion. You find yourself mixed in pleasures of the flesh just to get by. One day the time will come when you see a shiny crown upon your head. Then you will realize your kingdom of self.
© lovesmessenger
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#writersnetwork #mirakee #selfworth #royalty #men #King
��To any guy that might read this. Pick up thy crown and brandish it with strength. No matter what you been told. You are worth it. You are not defined by the degrees or job title you occupy nor by the family status. You are you. Stand for your principles and dreams. You are allowed to feel. You are allowed to care. Dont let anyone diminish your worth upon this land. Your physical stature dont defy you nor your materialistic possessions. Your heart,mind,and soul are the treasures. Lift your head and don the title of king��Underground King
Born with a crown from birth. The world stops at nothing to try to take it.
©lovesmessenger -
_aashri_
4w
Isn't it strange...
All my wild thoughts, get line up in you
All my worse moods, get calm by looking at you
All my messy stars, get constellated for you
Isn't it strange...
You tense , I panic
You hurt , I cry
I tense, you panic
I hurt , you cry
Isn't it strange..
We, the strangers, never meant to be together
Are now praying for each other
Two opposite soul in the ether
Will get closer sooner or later
Isn't it strange...
Despite of all within' variations
Ups and downs with the rations
We are together,
With love bliss esteem and fealty
Till now and for forever!!!
©_aashri_ -
mohsee
5w
THE CORPORATE'S BILL
Things may change,
Things may rage,
Things may tame,
Who knows by what means?
But it is an obituary
that has been read out
aloud to the billion of this nation,
not just to farmers who are now the sensation.
It is the life,
it is the food,
the one about to be dangled in the schemes of corporates.
The concerned screams out,
the unconcerned lives on
their melodramatic being without realisation.
Only the wind has blown now,
the tempest is on its way,
the ignorant remains on the shore,
blaming the noisy crows. -
maleficent_
5w
Read MoreI kiss the gate of cemetery
and start wandering in the woods .
An hour later , I'm in front of the brothel
where i sold my living fractions one by one .
I look through the window and see my bed ,
in the tangle of sheets there's a whore
with a man who probably praises himself at parties
for not sleeping with women , when he could've .
He'll empty his wallet (and himself) and leave , remembering to take a gift for his wife , and the whore will soon be in the same bed with another gentleman .
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I reach the concrete lump I called home
and stumble in my backyard , the place is reeking
of despair and burnt flesh , and there are three torn pictures under the bench .
The window glass is broken and cheap red wine is seeping through the frame .
Its one of those days when my father remembers I exist and asks my mother for refund .
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It's been three hours and I'm looking at my boyfriend,
he's lighting a cigarette , he'll light another , and then one more to choke himself , he'll scream at the bathroom mirror and punch the walls .
I smirk , because I know after a point , pain just becomes a mere habit . I lurk behind the curtains and
place a knife in his balcony , right where we had our first kiss .
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I return to the woods , to meet the haunting shadows of all the people my subconscious murdered .
They wear blood and death like perfume and remind me that I loved them once .
I still do , my canvas still holds more than seven colours , even though they are shades of grey .
It's almost dawn ; I caresss the bars of the cemetery gate , stroll through the rows and reach a patch of scorched earth , I kiss the tombstone .
I return to my grave .
-Ruhii
Thankyou so much @writersnetwork ❤️.
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tortoise
18w
Read More#soul @writersnetwork @mirakee
Thank you so much WN for kind repost! Here's a packet of Uncle Chips for you! ��❤️Incomplete conversations are
better than the said Goodbyes;
for they leave a spark of hope
in the dying soul.
©tortoise -
_creatingworldsthatdonotexist_
5w
Read MoreTo whoever has hardened their heart enough to read this over my lifeless body,
Trust was the shoelace I never learnt to tie correctly. Sometimes, i could not manage bringing the two ends close enough. Sometimes, i failed to cross the right loop and sometimes, I preferred having the lace intertwined with my fingers over performing the petty task of holding up my life for me. Maybe, that's the reason I could not leave the task of writing my eulogy to you. I have not let anyone peep through the drapes of my heart well enough. I'm afraid I haven't been a transparent lens that sings my stories. I have fogged every quark in me for i knew you wouldn't be able to dance with my demons. They hide behind angelic costumes of joy and feigned laughter. All my life, my story has been told as lines from a novel that I have not written. You have not known my journey, the wilderness of emotions I've been, the sky of vermillion tear droplets I've cried, the anthology of poems my tangled hair has been, the dark mornings and bright dusks I've seen, the warmth winter has brought my cold dreams or the willow tree my dreams have swung from. You have seen me as an ocean but you do not know that all my breaths have swum across a million streams, walked a hundred bridges, burnt a thousand rainbows, basked in snow and frozen in daylight to get to the ocean you have known me as. And I know, today too, I shall be failed. You will listen to me and your prayers will cry with you, but a thousand and one nights from now, you will watch your favourite soap opera, wear your favourite jewellery, wash the dishes, and smile because I was but a song to you and there are a hundred more on your playlist to keep you going.
I have craved sweet all my life and I shall crave sweet long after I am ashes. Maybe that is why I could not leave the task of writing my eulogy to you. You cannot expect hemlock trees to start growing magnolias. It'd be a sin and once, upon my death I wish to refrain from committing one. I have been eating on bitter words, I have walked across beaches where each sand grain has been a failure, I have sewn my mouth shut and spent nights bleeding on my bed trying to let something sweet form within me, I have written stories that will never be read, I have lived autumns yearning for winter to dwell on my tongue and I have plucked roses to prick my soul and press its dry petals between threads of a crochet I left in the sink. I do not know how I fell for the lullabies that were signing me to a sleep I would never be able to wake up from. Maybe, because I crave sweet.
I have profound insights and grim memories of times I wished I didn't remember anyone and no one remembered me. But, today, in my grave, I wish for immortality and in your memories, I shall be a tenant. For all the rents I have paid all my life, give me a home upon my death.
And now that I'm dead, I wish to take command for once. I wish to dictate how you shall remember me. When you rise from the crumpled sheets on your bed, remember me as the sunshine knocking on your window, as the reason your sedan has a sunroof. When you walk to your bathtub, remember me as the water that unlike people who should have loved you better, is unafraid to touch you even when you are your most devastated and broken. When you breathe, remember me as the freedom in the air that does not cost you but pushes your heart to beat one more time. When you walk, remember me as the grass below your feet, that carpets your steps and smiles with you when you bring your lover and lay on your back, watching the comets run after their tails. When you can't find sleep, remember me as the bedtime story your mama read to you by the fireplace everyday, incessantly until you were at ease in her arms. When the night seems a little too dark and your sails are dry for the wind has ceased to blow, remember me as the firefly that lights up your skies and whisks and dances with wings that fly you to your destination. When science disinterests you, remember me as the forlorn writer who has scribbled you letters that are awaiting discovery.
And maybe, remember me as the girl who smiled and wrote for she wished to be remembered and smiles and words were the only infinity she knew.
~ Never yours,
She.
©_creatingworldsthatdonotexist_
#rememberasc
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Edit : please don't wake me up if this is a dream
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Thanks a tonne @writersnetwork (•ө•)♡.
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Trust is a necessity
But it cannot be perfectly receiprocated
Love is beauty itself
Yet cannot be forced back
Live free and treasure the moment
Hope for the best yet,
Work with what comes.
use the scars inflicted on you
as a point of reference
For life itself
is not a bed of roses.
s_ps_m
©stephanos_ps_m -
abeautiful_soul
13w
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Dedicated to the one who belonged to here, and would always remain a part of us.
Kehta_"hai"_joker
This is unsettling.
I was out for a day(deactivated)I'm back with this one member missing. A big loss to us. And it's so unsettling. You were one of those mirakeens I've adored the most for those amazing thoughts and purity in soul . A bunch of us have been affected by what you wrote. I'll miss you and your write-ups man. I respect the reasons due to which your account couldn't be seen now. But we'll miss. Maybe we need them.
I haven't known you in person but as a pure soul who has always reflected upon beautiful aspects of life, good morals, values, so much of things to learn. You were blossoming here. This halt, no one knows the reason. It's so harsh. And it's the truth, unacceptable as always. But you'll always be remembered for your good deeds. And I'm sure that you've met the divine and you're still blossoming up there.
I want to say(although not so many of you would be reviewing this, but still I would say) to all of you people right here on mirakee -
A beautiful soul, not me but you all. I love you all I want to tell before anybody else leaves now, due any reason(be it only a departure from mirakee). I love you all. Irrespective of who you're, your gender, age, my personal attachment to you. I've always. Mirakee has been a holy place to me. I've cherished and adored pure souls here. And I always pray for well being and prosperity for all of you. May god bless us.🙏You'll always be a part of mirakee.
I pray for your soul to rest in peace. -
sangfroid_soul
7w
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Disclaimer. Not directed at anybody. It's just me. Ranting.
If you can, skip. Temp. #sangfroid_rants
@writersnetwork you have an affinity with rants right :") #sangwn
Thank you. ♡♡Bel(l)ow avert (age)
I'm an average person. I always have been. An average student. Average thoughts. Average looks. Average voice. Being average my whole lifetime is one of my fears. Maybe I can change it, combine two to three average skills, it'll become my whatsitsname reason for success. What is average and what is success. Oh and an average writer too as you can feel after reading these sentences of mine.
I don't know who I am. Or what I am.
But for one fact I keep disappointing myself and people, hurting them inadvertently. I try to shut up most of the times. Sugarcoating things and words is something I don't know after all these years I try to give my everything while doing something. I hate people, because they're the manifestation of their broken promises, words of the people who hurt them, and a haunting shadow of regrets and sublimable hope and the knifes of betrayals stuck at their heart burdened with the rules and regulations of this small world. Maybe you can say I'm below average too. I won't mind. I won't mind what you say about me, or what you don't say about me, but the words you choose not to utter are the only ones I hear. Don't fake yourself to me, because we both know we have better things to do. I feel confined to the walls of the things I'm supposed to do, and things I'm not doing. Smiles come to me, in broad daylight sometimes night too, but tears take refuge of my bed almost every fortnight. I don't know what the future looks like. What my future looks like, or yours. Maybe this is what 17 looks like. You feel as if it's you against the world. Or the world and everyone in it is against you. I feel like a hypocrite sometimes, or maybe most of the times. But I never preach what I cannot do. Maybe this is phase that'll pass, but then I think of the suffering the children of my age or younger than me go through. And how some people are more than fortunate. How some have all the things yet they don't know how to value, and how some having meagre amount of monetary things are still grateful for the little things they have. I have no right to compare pain. I know that. Is pain essential for poetry. Maybe the passion and fervour of any emotion could only be inked when you experience it. And I have a lot left to experience. To make mistakes, to make new friends, to love someone and so on. Maybe.
So for now, an apology to all the people I've hurt and betrayed in some way, or said words I didn't mean to.
Good day.
©sangfroid_soul -
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Love is your scar
Love is your pain killer ❤️❤️
Love is your Healer
There are some moments where you suffer a lot but alone.
WHERE AS
When you are in love. You make your loved ones suffer with you.
You don't like to suffer alone
Nor do you like your loved ones to suffer .
Isn't our lives confusing?
©rose_bonfire
