Mirakee
Rival
Your greatest and strongest rival is yourself.
And I know the secret to winning,
It is by putting away all your pride and improving upon yourself.
It is only then that you'll win.
Even if it's by a few nanoseconds,
You'll win.
©snow22
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Music
Music is that light at the end of every emotional tunnel.
©snow22 -
My First Love
For the times I feel happy,
For the times I feel sad.
When I'm on the mend,
When I'm on the edge.
Moments when I gain,
Moments when I lose.
No matter the weather,
Stormy or dry,
I'll always return to my first love.
Your beats and tunes remind me of all the beauty and colors
There are and would always be even if all I see is gray.
Your rhythms and lyrics ignite and set the fire of joy in me ablaze.
I have no choice but to move,
I'm spellbound, dancing to your crazy mood swings.
Whether music was made in love or in a fit of rage,
Whether music was made hate filled or in a bout of sadness.
You always light an unquenchable fire.
Cast your spell on me and take me under,
I make my emotions yours to wield.
©snow22 -
No More
She smiles, she laughs but never once do we see her cry.
She comes up with bizarre jokes,
Makes our day but never once so we see her sad.
He speaks with authority but is caring, never once do we see him falter.
He uses his position to strengthen and to make us feel safe, but never once do we see him weak.
But behind closed doors, she cries, she is sad never once do we see her smile.
He falters, always with his head down but never once do we see him act strong.
She's beaten, bruised on the inside and out.
He's berated, degraded on the inside and out.
But not once do we see them down.
They are being abused but we don't know,
They are hiding so we can't see.
They are being dehumanized but we don't know,
They are ashamed so we can't see.
There's no strength in hiding what's going on,
There's no strength in keeping quiet.
The greatest strength anyone can show, is by leaving.
Letting go.
Telling.
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Digging
We only have one life,
Living in the past only cuts it short.
We only have one life,
Digging up hidden memories from the past only affects you,
Because one thing about digging is you end up getting dirty.
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Creativity
You never know what you can do till you take that one vital step.
Into the unknown,
The unexplored yet explored territory,
The uneasy yet easy situation.
The places where others have been and you haven't.
You never know how it'll be till you try
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Past life
It is hard to let go of the past,
But that's something that we all know.
So what can we do to make it easier,
Forget it ever happened?
Forge new memories?
Fight against it? Or
Embrace it and let it be what it has always been.
A past that we've seen, touched, experienced.
A past that would always be what it is, past us.
Forever embedded in our memories,
Forever a part of us but not having a hold on us.
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Un/Tainted
"This is it, you're never going to get it better than this.
And you know, 'opportunity comes but once' you love that saying", she said.
Taking the shape of me, in an image I can never imagine myself in, as she kept taunting me at that moment in time.
That very point when I needed the guidance of someone or something real I had, her, my tainted self.
Staring at me with a cigarette in her hand and a smirk that doesn't fade.
Looking at me with a glint in her eye, a certainty that I'm trapped,
Knowing how deaf I'm becoming to my untainted self, clothed in white.
Urging, pushing me to the edge to take that one step,
Beguiling, convincing me to agree to the one thing that I know my untainted self would never agree to.
She never stops, she's overpowering the still voice.
So I look forward with a straight stance, determined.
With just one voice in my head,
Taking a step forward I sealed my fate.
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Offence
Chant these words with me,
"I refuse to be offended."
You'd be surprised how good you feel.
©snow22 -
Doubt
Doubt is a dream crusher.
©snow22
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tanisha14
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A woman who truly loves you will be angry at you for so many reasons even though she will always there for you when you are in trouble.
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antheia_
20w
Read MoreTHE MAGIC GARDEN
T hriving on the lustrous cheery sunshine
E ffusing rich velvety aroma of kindness with
A mbrosial saccharine doused petals
of postivity in the
C onvival pullulating milieu underneath the
H euristic rhapsodic tutelage
E verything being relished by the
R apturous blooming petite 'fleurs' conducing to
S trengthen the very essence of humanity
D eeply beholden to the nurturer are the fleurs with
A eonian veneration for him brimming
in their hearts for
Y ears to come.
©antheia_
Life is akin to a magic garden wherein the little flowers/fleurs (kids) are nurtured with care and humility by their gardner (teachers) whilst imbibing them with good qualites so that they grow up into good hearted, genteel & responsible human beings.
#everythingc #teachersdayacrostic
A bunch of thanks!�� @writersnetwork
Thankful beyond words for this honour�� @mirakee
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wild_aish
21w
Read More@mirakee @writersnetwork #pod #mirakee
#100thpost
Last week, wrote two poems on prostitution and the dark sides to sex work. (Gajra and Veshya)
Just when I was about to go to bed last night, the woman inside me told me not to. And my fingers opened google and in no time did I see myself reading up the heart wrenching stories on sex slavery, human trafficking and forced prostitution. The horrible realities, no one talks about.
And what I read, shook me.
Viewer's discretion advised: IF YOU ARE WEAK HEARTED OR UNDERAGE, STILL READ. FOR THIS IS THE BRUTAL REALITY OF OUR UGLY RACE AND IT NEEDS TO BE KNOWN.
#dontbeagandhari Who "chose" to be blindfolded.
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My fingers tremble as I type this, but I know, I'm not gonna stop.
Sex work as we all know what it is, is a horrible horrible reality that unfortunately still exists in 21st century.
As I put it, "A business in which humans trade their own skins and kins in exchange for paisa".
And most often, women. WOMAN. YES. SHE.
SHE THE CREATOR, SHE THE MOTHER AND THE DAUGHTER AND THE GENESIS OF ALL LIFE IS THE ONE MADE TO GO THROUGH THIS HELL IN MOST PARTS OF THE WORLD.
// Open the newspapers girls, the headlines will make you feel ashamed of having a vagina//
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[[ "They beat me mercilessly with a belt, sticks and iron rods"
~Meena, India.
They regularly drugged her so she would fall unconscious and 'clients' could do with her as they pleased.
~Aisha Parveen, Pakistan.
The other girls at the brothel where she was kept, were forced to sleep naked so they would be too embarrassed to attempt escape.
At age 6, she was taught by her alcoholic, drug addict teen mom, how to perform oral sex on men.
"Like a lollipop" She explained. At age 14, she ran away from home only to land in the arms of a pimp who made her believe he loved her, as he prostituted her.
~Shelia Faye Simpkins, USA.
"There was one guy and I didn't want to do what he wanted me to. So he beat me up, because he was drunk"
~Marinela Badea, Romania.
" He said, 'Do you want a client?'
I didn't understand what it meant but I knew it was bad. I said no. Then he brought me to a room for punishment "
~Sreypov Chan, Cambodia.
Sreypov was forced to have sex with as many as 20 men in a day, seven days a week for years.
"I wanted to die" She said. ]]
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Just reading this, makes me shiver under my skin.
Imagine what it must be to live a life like that.
And here we are, crying over break ups.
What have we become? Monsters in our own skin.
Why do we always want to establish power and control over everything that is vulnerable?! Why can't we just let others be??
Is sex so much of an uncontrollable desire?
F those feminists who scream slogans of
"sex work is work" NO. no it isn't. And it never will be. I agree there are women willingly into this, but MAJORITY of women and children HAVE BEEN FORCED. To such fake feminists, for once, go and have a look at the red light zones and look at the miserable conditions these women are made to live in. Unaware of their past, present, future, they are living, like mere corpses, only breathing. Devoid of all the facilities, respect and kindness, they go through hell every each day.
" ए मर्द, है कैसा ये तुझको ग़ुरूर अपनी मर्दानगी का?
इतना ही गर्व है अपनी ताकत का,
तो जाके देख सोनागाछी और कामाठीपुरा की गलियों में
आज भी बाजार भरता है और तेरी ही बहनो की बोली लगती है...
रोक सकता है तो रोक ले, बोली लगाने वाले भी
तेरे जैसे ही मर्द होने का दावा करते हैं। "
~Aish
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*Paisa- Money in Hindi.
*Lines between the brackets, source:
'Stories from Brothels' -ScoopwhoopBazaar,
She was beaten until her silence was heard...
©wild_aish -
Forgive and forget
Only if you have a heart
And its ready to bleed again.
Hurt is a drop
In the ocean of despair
For each time you forgive
The heart suffers in silence
And your soul cries in prayer
Be it last you forgive them again
But not to forget
The pain that you sustained.
©sublimating_desires
