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If I un-mute you, that means I've decided to move on.
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my_lost_oreo
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my_lost_oreo
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The baby in the cradle plays unaware,
Of the time left for it to know what it were.
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my_lost_oreo
13w
"Look, happiness is easy,
it's them, who make it hard" dad slid his hand over my shoulder as we looked at the light reflect off the mirror.
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my_lost_oreo
13w
we met between the lines
two pages
bound
by a thread of time
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my_lost_oreo
17w
Rid me of these
Saturated suburban streets
Echoing the dissonance of fallen trees
And an unsown seed.
Today I read and hear
News of celebrities being
Arrested for smokin'
Weed.
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my_lost_oreo
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my_lost_oreo
17w
2020 gave me two short months of calm before the storm. I only wish now that I could’ve received a warning before the rug was ripped out beneath me
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my_lost_oreo
18w
What’s a great life tip for writers?
Adding water to the bottle of shampoo makes it last longer.
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my_lost_oreo
18w
Listening to a lecture where a theologian is describing his idea of what hell is. He says, “God withdraws the gift of existence.” It sounded really gentle and soothing like when all your friends are going to the after party but they just let you Uber home.
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my_lost_oreo
19w
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Flashes from the camera took me on a train back home. The broken walls , heart and just the shattered glass on the floor.
Voices erupted off the glass pieces as I stepped on.
"Sir, ek photo, Sir one ..." The flashes continued to brighten as I pulled my shades and the shadows of my eyes took me back home, standing infront of the mirror looking at the reflection behind me.
The slaps you took for me. The words that spilt out of his lips like those argosies that let out their oils into the ocean. A chain around me that protected me as I walked towards the stage.
"Saw his attitude, so arrogant" heard this in between the clicks. The voices faded out, a piece of glass from the past sat me down on the floor, my footprint was laid in blood on the floor.
I sat holding both my legs but my breath louder as it faded me Into the present.
"Sir wait here." I watched her walk to other crew.
"5...4...3.."
Everyone followed the Emcee on the stage.
"Maa, this one's for you"
I shut my eyes as they reached 1 and my anxiety kicked in as I was deafened.
".....The award goes to Anshul"
I heard as I exhaled and stepped up to the stage, bright lights penetrating through, as I stepped down the stairs from my past, the shadows in between all the ones below and my eyes.
I smiled with the prize. I held the mic closer than it was supposed to be.
"This is for you" I pointed to an empty chair as I looked up to the sky, behind the shadows"Sir, everyone's waiting.."back on the mic, "Yes, I'm getting Mr. Anshul, announce his award now"
She looked me again as I looked away from me towards her and I pulled my tummy in and buttoned myself to follow her. .
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lovenotes_from_carolyn
121w
Read MoreOH WHAT A TANGLED WEB WE WEAVE...
by Carolyn Glackin
We are a realm of writers.
Whatever else we may or may not be, we are always that.
We are intricately bound and united by the finely woven fabric of the very words we weave.
Most of the time, those words are woven with kindness, thus peace prevails throughout the realm.
But sometimes, there are words here that have been angrily, and perhaps hastily woven and they have a ripple effect that can be felt by all.
Imagine the web of a spider for a moment, if you will.
As much as many people seem to fear and abhor spiders, I think we can all agree that a lot of time and effort goes into the making of their webs, and when they're finished, I daresay that they're a thing of beauty.
Have you ever seen the way the sun shines gently through a web that's been touched by morning dew?
Did you notice the fine details and precision with which the web was created, and how magical it looked as the early morn sun shining on the dew seemingly set it aglow?
Have a look sometime...
It may not change your mind about spiders, but perhaps you'll at least appreciate the fine artistry and craftsmanship they're capable of.
With that web still in mind, imagine each Mirakeean as being positioned somewhere on our finely woven, interconnected web of words.
Though we are many, that web unites us as one.
When we're all getting on amicably, good vibes radiate throughout the web, setting off a gentle warmth akin to a setting sun's afterglow.
That's a lovely feeling, right?
No one's complaining or disgruntled about that...
But how about when we're not getting on so well?
When we're unkind, disrespectful, unfair, or judgmental...
Also consider those times when one or more among us are purposely downright cruel...
Do you think any part of the web could or would remain untouched by that?
No. Not even the most remote corner would be unaffected.
And let me tell you, it's palpably unpleasant.
As an empath myself, I suppose it's possible that I may be more aware of this sort of thing than others; but I find it very hard to believe that there could be anyone among us who doesn't experience these subtleties to some degree, because as I said, we are connected, and therefore subject to any ripples of emotion that flow throughout the web.
So, thinking of spiders again, what happens when some minor wind blows and one tiny corner of the web disconnects from where it was securely fastened moments ago?
It destabilizes, right?
It's now weak, vulnerable, at risk for further harm and injury.
And I'm sure it's not a far stretch of the imagination for you to guess where I'm headed with this...
We, too, are weakened, destabilized, left vulnerable, and at risk of further harm and injury when we begin tearing each other down, and in turn, weaking the very fabric that binds us.
Unlike the spider though, we have a different set of solutions at our disposal.
The very thing that unites us can also tear us apart; and yet that same thing that can unite us and tear us apart can also heal us.
Let that sink in for a moment, because as seemingly simple as it may sound, I can't help but think that it's somewhat of a miracle!
I mean, what else do we know of that has that range of abilities?
So, here's what I'm saying:
We're not expected to be perfect.
We aren't expected to get along all the time.
There may, in fact, be some among us who, despite their better efforts, won't ever get along; and that's ok, that's part of life. Even in that situation though, mutual respect and common decency must be maintained.
So, as sentient, thinking beings, we have the ability to reason and think things through.
We have, at any given moment, a multitude of options, and the wherewithal to make choices, preferably sound ones.
We can choose to be aware of the short and long term ramifications our words may have on the people to whom we're saying them, and the situations in which we're using them.
Are we strengthening the web, or are we weakening it?
Because there's always a choice.
And each day, through your own words, you are making that choice, whether knowingly or unknowingly.
We would all do well to become more aware of the choices we're making.
It's a matter of creating and manifesting with purpose, rather than by default.
With that being said, I have a great deal of faith in all of us, so I'd like to put each and every one of us up to a task.
I propose that we choose to be mindful of our choices and their probable outcomes.
I propose that we do our utmost best to be kind, civil, respectful, compassionate, helpful, and nonjudgmental toward our fellow writers (and better yet, all of humankind).
I propose that we make no hasty decisions or assumptions before speaking, that we give each other the benefit of the doubt, and that whenever there's a grievance or a disagreement, we attempt to place ourselves in our fellow writer's shoes, so as to get a sense of their side of things.
And on those occasions when we let our anger and emotions get the better of us, and we've been hurtful and caused a rift in the web, may we be humble enough to come forward, admit our wrongdoing, offer a heartfelt apology, and patch up the web to the best of our ability.
And as I view all of humankind as one, this analogy would really apply everywhere and anywhere in our lives.
Just as we exist here on an interconnected web of writers, so too, do we exist on a beautifully woven web with all that lives and breathes in this world.
With all of that in mind, I ask that you do all that you can to maintain and uphold your own small part of the web, which includes being kind, loving, and respectful toward yourself. That alone, will have a far greater impact that you would imagine, and will result in far reaching positive effects throughout the web of life.
Beyond that, you can send thoughts of love and peace out to all, and rest assured, it will reach them.
Weave well, dear writers... weave well.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 9/29/2018.
*Title credit: The title of this piece is derived from a quote by Sir Walter Scott. Aside from the title, all other words are my own.
*Image credit: 'Web of Life,' by waterbender010 of DeviantArt.
Thank you for bearing with this rather lengthy piece. It's very appreciated. ��
REGARDING REPOSTS: Until I'm better and back on here in full capacity, I will refrain from any reposting. If I can't be on long enough to repost everyone, I feel the most fair option is to not repost anyone. Thank you for understanding.
Blessings,
Carolyn
P.S. If anyone actually makes it all the way through this sizable piece, I'd love to hear your thoughts. ��.
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riddle
154w
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@geraldine_kumar @another_logophile @dailyrepost @sarcasticbongIn the blinding glow
Of the burning summer sun,
Somewhere,
We let go of the myriad shades of winter.
Chasing the sun,
A bright roof above us,
We failed to see the beauty
Of the dusk's gentle glimmer.
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thenotionoflove
156w
Read More#thenotionoflove #pod #poetry #love #writersnetwork #mirakee
Follow me in insta: @thenotionoflove
Check out https://thenotionoflove.wordpress.comNeither of us believe in forever,
but we believe in each other, in
stringing todays, and in appreciating
life's little joys. That's enough.
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'Me + You = Power'
When it comes to you,
I am impatient,
I want here and now,
I want me and you,
I want moments to mean something
instead of watching them pass me by,
wishing I had acted differently
and told you how much you mean to me.
I do not need a sign to confirm
what I already know - There is no higher power;
we are the higher power.
We are in control of what happens next.
- James McInerney
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She was a wild storm, and everyone kept complaining about the chaos she had inside her. But it didn't matter to her anyway. She was beautiful for the people who had learned to find the peace in chaos and bliss in storms.
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bluebird
170w
Sun sets
Every day; the sun has to set,
The last breath you take; would be a cul-de-sac
But for a blooming garden that won't be an ending
Lavenders blossom through your lungs darling,
The cotyledons of honeysuckles droop along your veins
Sword lilies slash through your iris,
Your skin is an abundant sea bed,
Idyllic, jewel toned and utopian
It's true, love; those lands would turn barren someday,
That pumping core would halt
Death as they call, would be a cul-de-sac
The skies will turn grey someday
As I always say, every day
The sun has to set
Those fronds will dry up, the flowers would stop blooming
When no one would water them,
But do you think I'd be that cruel?
I will try my best to make my impure tears
Kiss your lands, no more barren
Your end is nowhere near!
As your flowers would bloom under the moon
The moon residing in my heart
Throughout the perfect night
As I always say, every day,
The sun has to set.
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thesleeplessdreamer
170w
"And every time you blink, you see a bit of darkness."
I'm starting to feel like the shadows. I'm simply a reflection of the past.
My mental state is made of darkness but everyone sees me surrounded by light.
The kind of light that blinds you when you stare for too long so then you have to close your eyes and you're forced to see the darkness.
-AMT
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