Mirakee
The day in the life of a controlled woman
It for sure wasn't taught.
Did I want to channel my mother's essence?
Hell yeah!
I could make him know,
If you fuck with me,
There's a tombstone with your name on it.
It doesn't sound as convincing,
When he laughs and says" you're so cute baby when your angry "
Ugh not the fucking point.
I wanted to give this "stand up for myself "thing a try.
He looks at me and I know that's my cue to get him a beer, sigh.
I shut my mouth and do what I'm told.
Like a dog getting house trained for the first time.
I go along with the rules
And for what ? Oh I have a list of reasons.
Being single is like being a whore both repulsive.
Letting myself and friends and family down.
Constantly hearing the terms" what did you do"
"Go back to him" "I told you so".
I try to avoid a guilt trip at every cost.
Hmmm do I love him?
Isn't that why people are in relationships ?
I can't speak for them.
"BABE DON'T YOU HEAR ME CALLING YOU "
The fear pops out of my eyes.
I was spacing out.
How could I be so stupid!
I turn around and say "sorry",
And I go back to what matters.
Serving a man that loves me, yes this is love and I am happy......right?
Shit I can feel his breath on my neck.
Can he read my thoughts?
I pray he is not upset.
I'm trying, I am a good girlfriend.
I am doing my best.
Again I get him a cold beer and he looks at me with the blackest of eyes,
Warning me not to take to long again.
I smile even though I am numb inside,
I walk back into the kitchen and I clean up.
Because I am a good girlfriend and I do this for him because I am in love?
Tear stained cheeks,
Sore bruised arms,
Shut up, shut up!
Quiet my thoughts,
To him I am enough and this is love.
As I scrub the floor, scrubbing my hopes and dreams away.
I see his shoes, afraid to look up.
But this is love right?
medusas_child
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poet, artist, damaged, mysterious, witch ,emo, 28 from Minnesota Brokenness is what makes us��
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Wear your scars as armors instead of shackles
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One lie can ruin a thousand truths
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Jekyll Doesn't Hyde
I'm terrified,
She's ready to fight.
I try to run and she finds me.
When she hears my cries,
She attacks everybody,
I try to calm her down.
Her anger takes over,
Rage she is.
When I am not around.
I think about what she might say or do?
I stay silent.
While she spits venom.
I wanna stop her,
but her hatred is so strong it takes over.
I will forever be alone.
Because she scares people away.
Her pain is affecting my happiness.
She likes hurting others.
While I stay undercover.
How do I help when,
She keeps me prisoner.
I wanna survive.
While she wants to stay miserable.
Do I oblige?
Or do I fight the Jekyll?
So I no longer have to hyde. -
The side effects of perfectionism
I shed blood, sweat and tears for you.
I wear my mask at all times.
Seeing the real me shows I am human.
To me that is weak
To me that is wrong.
No one can hurt me if I am a brick wall.
Penetrate nor demolish
I am stern and soild.
To me I am strong.
My feelings are under the radar.
Emotions make who you are.
But to me I won't let society see that far.
I will risk it all for you.
You are the charade that helps me through.
My real face will be shown when I die..until then.
Perfection will reside. -
Longing bygone Butterflies
When the butterflies dance
I'm thinking is this finally gonna happen?
When dark minds connect,
forever is imminent.
When butterflies begin to drift
We've done and said it all.
Our common interests flowing along.
Conversations completely normal.
Except, I was left to wonder.
While all this was for another girl.
When butterflies begin to question everything they are.
Did I talk to much?
Should a white emo guy date his kind.
A brown emo girl maybe isn't his type?
I was never given a reason.
I would reach out hoping for a response.
Heartbroken because I never received one.
Is it their personal darkness they wish to keep me from?
Should I not blame myself?
Am I ugly, slutty , loud , black and proud?
Flip a coin and see where it lands?
Girlfriend chic or one night stand ma'am?
What am I doing wrong?
I get a tune here and there but I never get a full song?
Do I fall for the fallen?
Incapable to love anyone not even themselves?
Never get to close the shadows are the safest of homes.
All of these theories running through my mind.
I like a certain man everytime, and I only get a days worth of dancing butterflies.
And then they disperse, just like you.
My heart is on repeat,
Beating to the same story
Always racing to stop the ending.
When butterflies just want to be loved. -
Leaf
Your fall's snowflake.
As you break free from the oak's twig.
As you twirl in midair,
Dancing nature's ballet
Softly landing,
I pick you up,
Cradle you in my hands
Watching the colors change before me.
Feeling the leaves fall on my face....laughing. -
The pain you feel today is the strength you feel tomorrow.
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What am i?
I am the yellowest of suns
Yet I am more sunshines and sunups than that,
I burn the brightest of flames in your eyes.
What am i?
I'll give you another clue,
I'm rich and gawdy,
I stream in sunflowers remains
My throne sparkles in your reign.
I'm not yellow
I'm not always sunny filled with roses.
I'm not orange.
Poke me and I laugh.
I am bold
I am special.
I am GOLD -
A rainbow in a black and white world
Black and white ghosts doing the same
A unique vast of shadows,
A world of rainbows,
Different, unquestioned, embraced.
But the ghosts are afraid
Of scrutiny and anger from society.
To change means to rebel in their eyes.
To change for us means expressing is where happiness lies.
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noopur07
1d
Between us, the word "sorry"
Sorry Is a just a word....
We often use it .. to avoide a argument..
It's doens't have any feeling of regret...
Because...its always You and Me.....not We.........
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bluesun
1d
All the tear drops I held back
Gathered into a tsunami,
And destroyed me from the inside.
©bluesun -
nakupenda
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a_gentilischi
1d
Read MoreThis is my first POD. I'm dizzy with happiness.
Thank you so much for the repost @writersnetwork and @mirakee . I'm honoured.
Also thanks to everyone, for their feedback and support.
A special shout out to @jerry_21 for unknowingly being an amazing inspiration
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This is a story of endings.
Death
Destruction
Dreadfull carnage
Dying flames embrace
Dessicated metropolis
Desolation rings, as the death bells toll
Damask of burnt dreams, amidst the knoll
Rage
Ruination, of a
Ravaged nation
Ruined to memories. Once
Ripe with greed and sin and hatred
Redolent with the stench of humanity
Ruminated in my firery embers till cleansed
Ash
All around
A darkened sky
Adorned with death.
A mindlessly cruel crusade's
Ascension to so-called glory
Abridged to a blood bath for all
Gore
Guzzled flesh
Greed, this is not
Great revenge, it should be
Gazing upon smoking wasteland
Gaunt pyres for the killers of my kin
Gone are they, bequeathing legacy of grief
Once
On river banks
Obscure among clouds
Overwhelming love, I knew
Open wings of a mate and brood
Orchestra of gentle grunts, affectionate purrs
Oblivious of the omens, of an impending oblivion
Now
No more killers.
None, except me.
Night embraces dawn
No more dragons roam
Nymphs of fire dance around me
Nuturing the flames that I bathe in. Breath in.
#dragons #pleiadespoem #wod #pod
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#thoughts #time #stories #life #deathThe last dragon
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lady_midnight
1d
Read MoreA. G. O. N. Y.
Agony wraps me tight
As air leaves my lungs,
Another disappointment,
Another heartache,
Achilies heel love has become;
Abandoned verses fade
And oblivion feeds on lovers.
B. E. L. O. V. E. D
But somewhere far,
Blissfully unaware,
Basks a heart
Bright with love,
Beneath a willow;
Bounty with beauty, lies,
Beloved of mine.
C. E. L. E. B. R. A. T. I. O. N.
Champagne tales,
Cloudy days,
Caress the skies,
Crying over dandelions
Choked by the winds,
Carrying love letters
Creating new beginnings.
D. A. N. D. E. L. I. O. N.
Dandelion whispers,
Drenched in despair,
Drink drowning verses,
Discerning the skies and
Dampening hopeful hearts;
Dandelion o' dandelion
Don't lose my heart.
E. V. E.
East the wind carries, and
Evening calls birds to rest.
Erstwhile promises
Empty themselves,
Earning rumors from afar;
Enthralled, night gazes upon
Evanscent hearts.
F. A. I. R. Y. T. A. L. E.
Forevers echo
Fairytales, of lovers
Forgotten in time;
Farewell bids the heart,
Facaded by the dark when
Flickering love is mistaken,
For fireflies dancing like the stars.
G. R. E. Y.
Grey becomes the sky, and
Gone are seasons
Glazing with warmth,
Giggles turn to desperate sighs
Grazing wounds of past;
Gallant die tired,
Galloping over time.
H. O. M. E.
Hypnotised, I watch
Hallucinations of a heartache,
Hovering by the horizon.
He, my beloved,
Hibernates,
Hiding under the willow.
Home is near.
©lady_midnight
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lovenotes_from_carolyn
2d
Read MoreTo honor the man who did his utmost to foster peace, love, tolerance, and acceptance of all people in this world, I'm posting this poem I penned (in 2017), for the very admirable Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. as today is the day we dedicate in his name to commemorate his valiant efforts in this world.
Dear Dr. Martin Luther King,
I don't mean to bother you
While you're up there soaring
On your well deserved angel wings
I just wanted to talk to you
You know, say a few things
It might seem that this world
Has forgotten you at first glance
But that would never happen sir
No, not a chance
You see Dr. King,
You taught us a great deal while you were here
You showed us there was light in the dark
And taught us there was bravery in fear
Dr. King, this surely is your day
But I would never want you to assume
That it's the only one
In which I remember you this way
You see, I took your lessons to the heart
So it doesn't matter
That we're now far apart
I know things here are looking ominous and scary
I know that many hearts
Are full of fear
And souls are weary
And though the hour
In the history of this world
Is growing late
I know we'll be just fine Dr. King
Because you taught us
To find the love in hate
Thank you for shining your light
Into this world dear Dr. King
You did more good
Than you could ever know
And you sure did earn
Those angel wings.
Eternally grateful,
Carolyn Glackin
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 1/16/2017
*Art credited to Raymond L. Warfield
#drmartinlutherkingjrday2021 #mirakee #writersnetwork #tribute #dedication #peaceonearth #unity.
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45th President of US, Donald Trump has become first US president to be impeached twice.
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It's rare that she gets to wake up with a smile. Even more so that she's smiling before she was even fully awake.
She sighed softly, content even, as she snuggled deeper into the covers. She's never felt so safe before, fuzzy and warm and protected as she is now. With strong arms holding her close, suffused in the scent of skin and salt and flowers.
She hears fabric shifting. Feels the warmth she's been using as a pillow, (as a steadying rock, a wall behind her back, a bunker to keep the world at bay, a hand to hold on to,) move and she feels a pair of lips press onto the top of her head.
She feels him begin to get up and grins impishly, wrapping her arms tighter around his waist before pressing her face more against the shoulder she'd been using as a pillow.
"I have to go," she heard him say softly, lips pressed to her hair. "You know I have to go," it's different, when he says it again. Distant, almost. Like he's already left. Like he's already gone.
"Please don't," she said quietly, almost pleading even as he dislodges her arms around him. "Please."
She tries to get up. Tries to follow. Tries to open her so so heavy eyes but she can't. And it's steadily growing colder. Growing distant. Until eventually the door slams and she jumps.
She's panting for breath. She's sweating and shaking as the world shifts and settles all around her and she realises it was a dream.
It was all a dream.
She was still alone, a million miles away from where she wanted to be. From who she wanted to be with. A sob tears out of her chest, dragging her breath along with it as she crumples to the bed like a marionette whose strings had been cut out. As she curls up into a ball, shaking.
She's still alone, in her room.
It really is rare that she gets to wake up with a smile these days.
©funeralcake -
totallynotadrugdealer
1w
Read MoreA wailing banshee sits atop the moor,
While I, a faceless elemental trickles around without a voice,
Bringing with me the hope of fleeting joys,
Whilst in mere introspection,
Tragedy spites and comedy swings off.
To another smither hither heresy; hereto, heredo.
Staring at the curtains blue of skies,
Only, with no more stars to guide me home,
So I sit and scream,
But alas, am I without my voice,
Am I without a friend,
And so, is my heart blown to smithereens,
while I laugh about it.
©jude.
Kuch bhi likh diya aise hi xd; last year.
Banshee: spirit, whose mournful wailing was believed to foretell the death of a member of the family of the person who heard the spirit.
Smither: Part
Hereto: To this matter
Heredo: Hereditary.
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Through all those crest and troughs she survived.
©kalp_cloud
