Mirakee
I surrounded by people
in the street
walking and passing
and sometimes i wonder
how many pain
tears and heartache
they have been
and survive.
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i hope one day what you feel right now
will not be a reason to love disallow
again your self somehow
cause darling it's difficult and you might bow
but i know
one day you will stand tall
not be afraid to recall
the memories nor person who hurt you all
when that day comes I'm very sure
that they will regret how they let you go
and trifle away a good catch of treasure
//©miss_silentlyweird// -
ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴍᴀꜱʜ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ
Hi there, I just wanted to tell you, that don't make anyone lose their excitements just because you don't care— if someone telling you small or big things they are happy about, a simple listening or congratulating is enough.
If someone is feeling good about the way they look and dress, just don't say things that make them feel trash. It's hard to build self-confidence you know? And a simple word and sharp tounge can ruin all.
If someone is opening things up to you, don't just say ‘it's small thing ' or‘ they're dramatic'... Cause they're not, feelings and emotions are legitimate regardless of how large or little the issue are.
Just don't smash it out...
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Sometimes
We need to look back
But not to go back
©miss_silentlyweird -
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Maybe if we met different times
things will be different now.
But it's okay,
at least I am able to write
poems in our memory
that like a star yet
simultaneously stain
in the sky.
//©miss_silentlyweird//
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♫ ♬♪♩♭♪
You're like a song that's new in my ear.
Bit by bit I started to learn your lyrics.
Then my soul begins to dance in your melody,
my heart sway to your beat, until my mouth
hymn ‘I love you' and sang your name.
I'll never know that you will my favorite.
But you're just like an artist who
wanted for me to discover your song
just to add me in your playlist.
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miss_silentlyweird
3d
Read MoreShe love him
That's why she chose
To swim with him deeply
Even if there's no assurance
that he will hold her enough
and not let her go when her
heart cramps cause
she know to herself that
she can't swim but she can drown
//©miss_silentlyweird//.
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miss_silentlyweird
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She once lost as she misses the bus.
Somewhere out of no where she walks and the only thing she has is fear of something she doesn't know— the unfamiliar feeling.
It's been quite a while that she remains at that house, that she fails to remember what direction to take.She stay so long in house of someone who she feels comfortable with.But that person is stranger and the house is not meant for her to be welcome and stay.Now she been kicked out, been lost and found herself in dead end.
She never thought that she would be able to see her own abandoned home where she left her missing pieces that makes her whole once again.At that moment she realized that she never missed the bus neither the house she been kicked out but she misses her old home and old self.
So whenever she stuck at the last road and last hope she always remembers how she found herself.
- miss_silentlyweird.
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He
said
she's
perfect
but
wouldn't
worth
it
to
try
-miss_silentlyweird -
What's sky fear?
Maybe the sky is afraid of being let down by even a little light because it's interceded between the sun, stars and the moon for if the sun leaves it will embrace the moon and it will grasp the stars when darkness comes.
//©miss_silentlyweird//
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_gloomiel
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Started crawling in my skin
Insecurity spin
the walls caving in
so i talked my self down
don't need to laugh cause I'm clown
living in this self hate downtown
Why am I feeling lonely
When a lot of people is around me?
Why am I not still happy?
If somebody loves me?
Do I need to be water well?
Just to make myself well?
Should I be proud to have lots of friends align?
When self don't know to be a good friend of mine?
I used to try anything
but everybody's staring
It's a a room full of rumor
and my self is one of abuser
Always wondering what is happening
Should I blame myself for this thing?
Should I blame myself for letting them in?
Should I blame myself for breathing?
I was dying to escape myself
Like a creature reaching the delph
But who's gonna help?
If the antagonist is self
It's like a movie
that haven't seen by anybody
there were actors pretending
that happiness has no ending
I'm the writer of the script
and the paper is to let the heart reap
Then mind is director upkeep
To let my self made, the greatest freak
So hey! self hear me now
You need to love your scars somehow
Feel better in your skin and begin,
To see the things that all go wrong
Is where perfection belong
I won't say it all gets better
But somehow, self love make us strong forever.
By:Gloomysky.
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Why am I feeling lonely
When a lot of people is around me?
Why am I not still happy?
If somebody loves me?
©_gloomiel -
17th_nakshatra
12h
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Someone asked Love or Friendship
Well I don't have any I replied.
©sajank -
17th_nakshatra
12h
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moaz_murshaid
12h
No matter what situation it is,
I will never leave you©moaz_murshaid
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mirakee
3d
You're like a song ........
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pakhi1738
3d
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Everything was normal for next couple days. No weirdos, no unknown calls, no stupid texts. It was almost as if nothing happened. But those calls started again. He would just call her, wait for her to pick up, call back again if she doesn't pick up, completely silent if someone else picked up instead of her, text her if she picked up once and then shouted and hung up. It was making her crazy. She couldn't sleep, couldn't focus on her homework. She freaked out every single time that phone rang and would run and grab it to see if it was him or someone else.
After a while, every ringing phone started giving her chills and she would just black out for a second or two. Initially she thought that whoever that person was, he would just realise that she was not interested in whatever shit was going in his head but it just kept getting worse. It was pretty obvious that it was now just a game for him and he was really enjoying it. There were moments when she wanted to talk to her parents about what was happening and it would all go away but then she also didn't knew what their reaction to that situation will be like. Her parents were not the kind of people who were really friendly and open with their kids so she wasn't sure if she could trust them or not. It was just a lot for her little brain. She just stopped talking. She tried talking to Ritika but all she got from her was, "I told him that it's not my number. I asked him not to call you. I can't do anything if he doesn't listen."
It continued for 6 months. He initially used to call after her school when she was at home but then he went on to calling her when she was in school. Her mother once picked up the call but he didn't said anything as he didn't recognised her voice. She didn't tried calling back thinking it was a wrong number. Once, she was watching TV with her father when the phone rang. Her father was about to answer it but she got to it first. "Hello?", she said. He started talking rubbish like always once he recognised her voice. Her father was still sitting right next to her so she just disconnected the call and told her father that it was a computer call.
The moment she said it, she realised that it was a mistake. She should have said it was a wrong number because he was going to call back again and it would look bad. He called back again and this time, her father answered it. He kept saying "hello" but no one answered back from the other side. He disconnected the call thinking that it might be some network issue. That was the moment she knew she had to really do something about it. She had to tell an adult, anyone but her parents, just in case the situation got out of control. She thought about it for days and made a plan that was really risky but at the same time, sounded pretty much perfect in her head. She decided to talk to Ritika again and ask her to talk to that person and make it all stop before she actually carried on with the plan. Her reaction was, "you can do whatever you want. I don't care about you. You can't do anything. All you have is just words". That's the kind of motivation Aayasha was looking for so she left by saying, "you asked for it".
She wrote a letter for Ritika's aunt explaining everything, gave it to her 6 years old daughter and asked her to give it to her mother the moment she reach home after school. She had a lot going in her head that day. All the possibilities of it all going wrong and biting her in the ass, what might be happening in their house, what if she decides to come over and talk to her parents? She couldn't sleep, partly because of the fear that everything might go wrong and partly because she felt like she betrayed her friend. Next morning, she saw Ritika in the school bus. It was written all over her face that she has been crying. Later that day, Ritika's aunt came to talk to her after school. She already got a heads up about it from one of Ritika's cousin in the morning so she was prepared for it. The moment she saw her in school, her first instinct was to run away because she had no idea what that conversation was going to be like but then she had to go see her because one of her teacher got involved. It was not a pleasant conversation but it could have been much worse so she was a bit satisfied. She gave that phone number to her aunt and that teacher when they asked for it. That person never called her again and her parents never found out anything about it. That number was printed in every single cell of her brain by then and she knew that she was probably never going to forget it.
-Pakhi✍️
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Every night,
The paintings
Came alive.
Their hues danced across
The drab, boring walls
As they greeted one another.
Their colors melting together,
To form something
Absolutely
Extraordinary
While they waltzed.
But Starry Night
Never cared for
Dancing.
The night,
Though she was born there,
Was dull.
Boring.
There was something else
She wanted.
She would steal away
Every night
To go and meet the painting
Who complimented her blues
And golds,
So perfectly strung together,
So very well.
She would tell the painting
All her stories,
And all her dreams.
She smiled
So very brilliantly.
Even though
The painting
Never smiled back.
And never came
Alive.
The night sky
Out the window,
Shone so beautifully,
And danced across
Her blues
And golds.
Her brilliant smile
Outshined
Every.
Single.
Star.
As she told her stories,
And her dreams,
Until it was time
To sleep
Once more.
For the night
She found so dull.
Had,
In fact,
Held her heart
For centuries.
©stuck_in_wonderland -
a_gentilischi
5d
Read More"WHAT IF I HAD?"
Suffocating in endless wretched regret
In a dark, dark chasm, devoid of zest
For things I lost, and never fought to get
For the times I hesitated to try my best
"WHAT IF WE HAD?"
My wounded heart starts to tighten
Till I ache in agony, and its cracks are open
For once, your kisses made my days brighten
Now my longing for you, makes me frightened
"WHAT IF I CAN?"
Hopelessly in love with eternal hope
Shining bright and sweet, ecstasy awoke
Fantastic dreams, rainbow bubbles of soap
Please don't break them. Please. Please! Don't!
"WHAT IF I SHOULD?"
Whispered threats, weary indecisions mount
World's arguments too numerous to count
But, my dreams to reality, I must amount
Being true to my own heart is paramount
"WHAT IF WE CAN?"
I say not just to myself. But to you too ...
Change this cold world, and its broken crew
Through the grace of our deeds, goodness, virtue
Towards a hopeful future, brilliant and new
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#thoughts #time #life #strength #regretsWhat if?
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©a_gentilischi
