Mirakee
Blackh♡le
Every day was a struggle for me, I
tried not to fall for you more than
how much I'd already fallen. But I
gave up coz you kept pulling me
into u like a blackhole, slowly as u
kept devouring every bit of me as I
watched myself in despair, how
my own atoms stopped belonging
to me.They slowly began to belong
to you. I guess I'm all yours now :)
©veloc1ty_
veloc1ty_
I've been �������������� for you
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The best thing about you is that you're very different, and ofcourse, in a good sense. You're different than anyone I know, and it would be near impossible for me to find someone else who's just like you. Well, unless I take a look in the mirror but I'm still not as perfect as you. I might be just an illustration of how you'd look like if you had any imperfections. Yeah baby, you're that perfect!
Talking to you is genuinely my favourite part of the day. It's what I wake up for and it's why I have trouble sleeping. This is too cliche, but my day literally begins with you and also ends just with you. But it's still not enough for me, whatever time I get to spend with you. It isn't enough for me and it never will be. I seriously wish we had more than 24 hours in a day.
I know I'm an addict but the high you leave me with is just on another level. It stands higher than any other addictions I've tried :)
Now, I don't smoke or drink or take any drugs FYI, but I can relate to what the drunks or the stoners feel coz I'm experiencing both of that when I'm with you. Best of both worlds :)
Poetry and music are the addictions I normally indulge myself in, and it gets me very high, but writing for you or listening music with you just adds another degree of high to it. Tell me, are you made up of Hennessy and LSD?
Now, by this time, I don't know how much luck I'm left with, but I feel like I've used all of it just by finding you. And I'm not even mad about it, you're worth every bit of it. And If there's any luck left for me, I'd use it to keep you forever with me :)
©veloc1ty_©veloc1ty_
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Repeat
If you were a song,
I'd put you on repeat
for hours, repeat the
same thing the next day,
and the day after that,
basically till the day
I lose my ability to hear.
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veloc1ty_
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You've always been my sweet little sister here on mirakee, well not always sweet.
A little annoying most of the times, but that's how sisters are right? 80% of the time, they annoy you and then you annoy them back, and I've been excellent at that. I don't think anyone annoys you as much as I do. The 20% of the time you have been sweet to me, and the combined 100% of the time, you've been there for me, cared for me.
I never felt the void of not having a sister :)
l could never forget the late night rants we had, writing stupid posts and tagging each other in them, creating a mess in the comment section and repeating it again after we deleted them one by one. I even remember the one where I posted a pic of an ape and tagged you in it. I clearly won that banter.
Although those posts were temporary, the memories of the good time we had are permanent. Fun times.
I've also seen you grow into a beautiful writer, from writing cute one liners to writing amazing big ones. You did surprise me with that and I'm very proud of you, not that I wasn't before. But now I have competition, little sister's all grown up!
I can't fathom your obsession for Charlie Puth and his songs. C'mon, there are better singers out there :D
I know you are mad at me right now for saying that, and that's exactly what I wanted. :D
But since you like him so much, here's a little something for you,
"I'm only one call away
I'll be there to save the day
Superman got nothing on me
I'm only one call away
Call me, if you need a friend
I just wanna give you love
Come on, come on, come on
Reaching out to you, so take a chance
No matter where you go
You know you're not alone
I'm only one call away
I'll be there to save the day
Superman got nothing on me
I'm only one call away"
A very Happy birthday anu :) ����
@tengoku©veloc1ty_
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veloc1ty_
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(Song)uine
Hold my hand so tight,
and let's grasp on to
these moments tonight!
So the only thing we
remember about these
wretched times,
will be the nights we spent
in happiness, listening to
romantic songs and
relating to each & every line.
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veloc1ty_
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*TRIGGER WARNING*
A �������� is a confined wall of 4 which manages to keep the freak inside, away from the world so pure.
A �������� is where you can bleed without any interruption.
You wait patiently for the reaper to arrive, as you sit down in that cute tub of yours filled with warm colorless liquid, you play your favorite melancholy song, you open the fresh pack of razor blades that you bought from walmart for 6$ and you go to town with it.
The crimson fluid slowly starts to spread around you, floating hues of red immersing with the warm water that makes your exit seem less painful.
You lay back resting your head against the end of the tub, and start to reminisce the memories when life was kind to you, you let out a smile thinking about your childhood, the countless smiles you had mesh into a big one this time, combined happiness but ephemeral.
coz then the moments that led you to this, start to wind up around your head, the fights, the crying
spoiling your mood again so you cut open another set of blades in anger.
This time, three in each hand, tucked between your fingers as you cosplay wolverine.
Both hands gently slide the blades across their opposite ones making a beautiful mess.
I guess that is why we call them helping hands.
More red starts to gush out as you come to your senses, the anxiety starts to fade away and you feel like backing out.
You try to hush yourself convincing that the help will arrive soon, in just a few minutes.
but you end up lying to yourself,
and you snap to the thought of that.
You start to lose your cool, your breath, your strength and your blood but still the help fails to arrive.
You end up drowning in your own mess, helpless, depaired.
©veloc1ty_©veloc1ty_
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Baatein
baatein hoti rehti hai uske sath
magar sirf hasseen raato me
aati hai woh mujhe milne roz
magar sirf mere kwaabo me
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veloc1ty_
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the pain that holds
you captive is also
a prisoner of my
sanguine thoughts.
As it ornates our
love with vantablack,
our hearts start
to get darker overtime,
down to their very fibre
but when the bliss
starts to spread in ,
the corners where
the bleakness rests,
the darkness that was
painted upon us
starts to fade away.
like a dying star or
the memories of
your haunting past
the light shines
within exposing
the harsh wounds,
that were brought upon you
but the past is where
all the problems rest
and we have come
a long way now, there's
foolishness in looking back
or counting your further steps
it will only hurt more
than what it actually did.
seeing that we still have
a mountain to climb,
the trek starts to look
impossible, my friend.
so take joy in every short
victory, every successful
step that you took, every
moment you survived,
every moment you felt great,
and keep in mind
that it actually counts,
towards the win that waits
for you inevitably, in the end.
©veloc1ty_©veloc1ty_
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That girl
She wasn't born a fighter,
circumstances made her to be
Though she ain't that old,
she's much stronger than me
She has suffered a lot,
Thrice as more than I ever have
But she's a survivor,
her trophies are her battlescars
She's too young to be going through that pain
This isn't what life was supposed to be
But after a hurricane, comes a rainbow
Hang in there lady, you will be set free!
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veloc1ty_
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theres a heavy dispute
between these two,
one's my heart and
the other's my brain,
and they're debating
heavily over you,
the one that rules in
your favour also dies
to the silence of you.
the other one that questions
you, is unaware of the
existence of emotions,
but how could that be true?
so we talk it out,
in the figures
of (pro)se and cons,
smart,
beautiful,
interesting,
clingy,
ah shes a keeper,
the heart speaks his heart out,
but the mind manages to
formulate only one con now
he leans over you,
goes around your ears
and says in a discreet voice
"i could never get enough of you."
©veloc1ty_©veloc1ty_
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Deep inside losing my light, brighten up my life
Feeling dead even I'm alive
State of mind finding peace at night
Heart is worse than I
Let me die -
The worst thing about your favorite sweater:
You wear it alll the time, it stays the same size as you keep growing
And no matter how much you try to stretch it out,
it doesn't work.
There comes a day when you have to rip the sweater off,
because it begins to suffocate you.
You try to take it off as nicely as possible so
that maybe someone else could love it as much as you,
but instead it begins to unravel before you.
And now, here I am.
Unraveled in front of you,
Trying to give you what you need to fix me and
Make me fit again, but you won't.
You've already found a new sweater to wear. -
aaditya
1w
paint my body in any color you want
but use black when you reach for my scars.
©aaditya -
anna_2725
4h
Read MoreHappy Republic Day to all.
#proud_Indian #feelproudtobeindian #jaihind
#ceesrepostsजज़्बातों को पिघलाकर रगो मैं लोहा भरना पड़ता है ।
तब जा के एक माँ का लाल
भारत माँ का फौजी बनता है। -
ruh___
1d
Read MoreH A R M
"I love you but it's a harm !!! "
I'm doing my best
To save the rest
It's not the easiest
But way to quickest
I am not enough
I prefer being tough
I can't manage to laugh
That's why my life is a bluff
I believe more to others
Not to my mother
I'm angry to my sister
And I'm glad to strangers
I won't love much
I don't believe to such
I want to be dettach
No harm to catch
I want to get brave
So I can be save
To what I gave
And to bring spirit of wave.
©Ruhi
24-01-20©ruh___
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shashagilbert_writes
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Read More#Republicday #justice #law #truth #life #poetry #writersnetwork #writerstolli
@writersnetwork @writerstolli
Is our law buisness of justice;
Or is our justice buisness of law...?
Does our law bring justice or delay it?
Even though justice delayed is justice denied?
As the youth of our country let's ask these questions to ourselves,
We are the ones who can make a change..
Happy Republic Day����What justice tells law
On the verge
Of breakthrough
When I went through,
This break from you.
I found out things,
I didn't know was true
But now that I do.
Thank you,
For letting me
Figure out the truth
The truth that set me
Free from you.
©shashagilbert_writes -
theoniking
2h
Read MoreCrystal glass...
Flowers,
Filled with spores of darkness,
Bloom within this old room, devoid of her,
The dark space, now drained of warmth,
Made the glass
Sleeping on scarred fingers
shiver,
On this bed,
He lay
in silent dread, with memories of her
resting beside him...
The crystal glass,
Reflected the moonlight within it,
With every swig,
the light refracted his memories
playing like a projector,
on the wall,
each memory, passed through the liver,
perhaps the pain of passing through it,
brought tears into his eyes,
perhaps the tears going back into the glass were alcoholic,
Or perhaps they weren't tears at all...
The glass seemed to refill on its own,
Giving him the chance
to watch his memories
once again...
©theoniking
#writersnetwork #poetry
Geriatric piece..
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thegreymetaphor
38w
Read MoreYou can still see where the water was
In a line at the top of the chimney bricks
Sometimes, something so broken can never be fixed.
-Aaron Wright (Build it better) ��
Because some people don't get to live. No matter how much they want to.
And the tragedy is, they don't get to die either. No matter how much they want to.Stuck(?) in the mean.
You smile a lot.
And laugh even more.
You don't spend the lunch alone
and neither do you smoke your sighs away.
You believe you quit falling into the category of sad people long back and you wonder if that makes you a lousy poet.
You're still very much in love with the stars. With food and TV too. They aren't distractions. And hopefully, this is not a denial either. You no longer regret the weekends spent alone staring at the ceiling or the light colored walls. You don't toss and turn at 3:00 ams anymore. You even crack jokes. Bad ones, although.
You miss no one and somehow, knowing that you aren't being missed either, has been peaceful.
Life is okay. Maybe, even good.
You've managed to become the light you used to search for in people and learnt not to focus on the voids between the stars. You've learnt to find color even in the white walls. And you've accepted that at times, pendulums get stuck in the mean.
But every night, when you hit the pillow, you wonder if you'll go to sleep just for the heck of sleeping once, rather than avoiding the stillness. You wonder if you're in fact stuck, pinned down by heavy shackles or its just one of the side effects of monotony.
You wonder if you fixed the pieces back or simply soundproofed the walls. You wonder if you steered far away from the cliff or you survived the fall.
They say, "Sadness is giving up on dreams you once cherished." And you wonder if you're sad enough because giving up doesn't hurt anymore. Neither do those dreams that breathed their last at the hands of reality.
And before you can realize just how sad, wondering if you're sad enough, actually is, you fall asleep.
Before your insides can judder at the contrast of what is and what could have been, sleep shows mercy and lulls you in.
And you're glad it does.
Because you've learnt to synonymize happy with okay. So, before the silence surrounding you can scream just how not-okay this is, you prefer to zone it out.
Because, life has to be okay.
And sometimes, this is as okay as it can get.
©Srishti -
zacksparrow
4h
Read MoreHappy republic day to all.
I want to reiterate the poem of the Rabindranath Tagore, the noble prize winner. It is the need of the hour in today's condition where the dirty politics have overshadowed radicalised wave of prosperity into wave of destruction and corruption.
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
You can also read a poem written by me titled
"Make India colorful again" here #mica_aquib
#pod #mirakee.
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