You laugh, you cry.
You get anxious, you are the reason someone smiles.
You love animals, you hate people who eat non-veg.
You try to make everyone around you happy, you make me happy.
You work hard to keep things together, you are dumb as well.
You make the world a better place, you make me better.
You laugh with your heart, you get mad too.
You hold my hand to keep me calm, you scream at me too for being too silly.
You love everyone, you love me too.
But this is you, who i want to be loved and happy.
To be at your best and maybe at worst sometimes.
To be the amazing person that you are, and who inspires me to be.
vinit_gupta
| Lost somewhere in oblivion |
-
vinit_gupta 6w
-
vinit_gupta 9w
Life is a delusion.
-
vinit_gupta 10w
You left and i didn't ask you to stay.
-
vinit_gupta 12w
Words will never let you feel lonely.
-
vinit_gupta 12w
It took me a while
to know about the life
only when i dared to travel
i found myself down the line -
vinit_gupta 12w
What do you tell yourself ?
What do you tell yourself
when you get up in the middle of the night,
not knowing the uncertainties and possibly the only thing that kept you going through all your insecurities is gone.
What do you tell yourself
when you get lonely and listen to the old voice notes at 3AM and can't help but to relive all the memories you once shared with them.
What do you tell yourself
when you look at the only picture you've of them that you can't delete and keep reminding you all of the times when you felt helpless and lonely at the same time.
What do you tell yourself
when your friend randomly ask you about them and you can not do anything but to smile and think how they made your life miserable.
What do you tell yourself
when you see them after a while and an awkward silence just sits there and ....... -
vinit_gupta 17w
तू जिसके इन्तेज़ार में आज तक भटक रहा है गालिब,
वो भी किसी के इन्तेज़ार में रोज दर-दर भटकते है । -
vinit_gupta 17w
How do you love someone
when you are mad at yourself ? -
vinit_gupta 20w
As i write this down with a bleeding head and a fractured hand, I have never felt this broken my whole life. I have been beaten and abused and harrassed time again and again (mentally). I always thought that 'everything will be okay, eventually' but it had to be just the opposite.
For a while now, i have been trying to stay positive. Doing what makes me happy. Trying to be a better person. Be the best version of myself.
But toxicity never leaves you. Its right there where you left off. Waiting for you. Planning new things for you. And it never comes alone. Anxiety & depression comes along with it.
My whole life, I always tried to ignore such things. Keeping it inside. Hiding emotions from everyone. So that, I wouldn't hurt anyone else. But life has always been fucked up anyway.
Living in a society that channels all of your activities can be depressing. As a part of this society, you are not supposed to feel anything. You're not allowed to say anything. Your thought process doesn't matter. Your opinions doesn't matter. You are just a puppet and your master will control all your life. He will beat you, abuse you. No matter how much you go through. And even when you are not able to do anything about it, you can only hope for just surviving the day.
I have been told that mental health matters. That you can always reach out to someone. But what if they are the one that put you in that position in the first place ? I have been taught that self love is eternal love, but how do you love yourself if you hope you'll die tomorrow, everyday ?
Things happen for a reason, right ?
I just can't make sense of what is going on with my life. Should i hope for better or just let things happen. As if i can change the things that are happening the same way from the past 22 years.
Amidst all of this, writing down seems the only option left because i can be the master of my own words and i can be the only one for my fucked up yet wonderful life.Read caption.
-
Even after me, you had a thing for guys like me,
Please tell me again, how does this work anyway ?
-
lovenotes_from_carolyn 60w
*MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS POST*
Schizophoaffective disorder is a severe mental disorder marked by periods of mania, psychosis, delusional thinking, visual and auditory hallucinations, and wild mood swings. Currently, there is no known cause or cure.
The following piece is lovingly dedicated to my youngest son Charley who is currently dealing with all of the above while we await proper diagnosis and treatment for him. As of this time, Charley is living in an unpredictable daily hell, and my husband and I are willingly right there with him, because that's what it is to be a parent.
Charley, you are far stronger than you know son. I just really wish you didn't have to be. ♥️
UNQUIET MIND
Chaos and panic
Decidedly manic
Sanity ran out the door
Mind's on a bender
I hereby surrender
I really can't take any more
Distorted delusions
Unwanted intrusions
Taking up space in my head
And a menacing voice
That leaves me no choice
Than to think I'd be better off dead
Wild ideations
With unknown causations
Leave me in doubt of what's real
And I say that I'm fine
But it's merely a line
'Cause I no longer know how I feel
Though it's dark and it's deep
There's no solace in sleep
Now that demons await me at night
Nowadays all my dreams
Start with blood curdling screams
From the moment I turn out the light
My own eyes now deceive me
Though I doubt you'd believe me
If I try to explain what I mean
And the scars on my arm
Bear the truth of self-harm
Done to cope with the horrors I've seen
I'm wired and unfocused
As I head toward psychosis
Reality warped and obscured
As I hide in my room
Filled with terror and doom
Due to the voices I heard
Some call me crazy
While the rest say I'm lazy
But I'm asking you please to be kind
Before you misjudge me
Berate or begrudge me
Come spend one day in my mind.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 11/17/2019
*Title credits go to Kay Redfield Jameson for her novel "The Unquiet Mind," which I read many years ago. All other words (aside from the title) are solely my own.
*The chosen artwork is called "The Scream," by Edvard Munch (circa 1893).
#mirakee #writersnetwork #mentalhealthawareness #schizophrenia #bipolardisorder #schizoaffectivedisorder #moodswings #paranoia #mania #depression #psychosis #grandiosity #hallucinations #anxiety #terror #fear.
-
I ache for a friend that doesn't exist
A love letter tainted with bliss
A day sadness hasn't kissed
A thought suicide missed
Plenty of moments in my life;
Pain clung to me without resist
I've begged for so many nights
To be freed from it's grip
Never have I wanted more
To be more ordinary than this.
©mysocalledthoughts -
thesagarikawrites 80w
A paragraph of simultaneous events:
____________________________________
Winds are stories written at 5am, my hair flipped pages and the best thing I read was 'breathe'. Marijuana is as misunderstood as my eyes. We killed and we didn't. My shrug is loose and scarlet, often washed by draining clouds of the west but the knit-holes never hold water, just like the sky at sunset. If I was a wishing well, I'd empty all my coins in the pocket of a child who stood at the corner of a street, shoe polishing to fund pennies to get medicines for his sick mother. How can your wishes be 'fulfilled' when they're 'hollow'? It's funny how women; who are so protective about their nailpaint bottles still try their best to sabotage someone else's most valuable colours. Apply some 'shame' on your toes and lips, it'll trend. It's funnier how men cover their sisters and go on imagining to undress someone else's sister without her consent. Your teacher spelled chivalry and all you wrote in the class dictation, was hypocrisy. Some roots imbibe water, others find lies, more nutritious. So many tyres roll on a flat road but the road never gets tangled, just like loyalty. In one of my recent dreams, I turned into a city where they were no weapons to cut trees. Wood sorrels were the stars who came down to bless the man who turned kind. Back here I know winds are stories written in the evening at 6pm too, my tight scarf flipped pages and the best thing I read was, 'release'. ©Sagarika
#writersnetwork #mirakee @writersnetwork #pod @mirakee.
-
whitewings 81w
And beyond a point,
I love you wasn't enough.
Languages failed to express
what I felt for you.
That's when I couldn't hold it in anymore.
Cutting through the barbed wires of beliefs...
I rushed into your embrace.
The heat that transpired between us...
spoke so much of what I had been struggling to say.
Every twitch of our skin,
flutter of my hair,
as it got entangled in your eyelashes...
screamed
everything I longed to speak.
The way we were melting into one...
I knew this was it...
This was what had been missing...
in all our words.
You were sweating
and I was trembling.
I breathed on your chest...
and I could clearly hear,
how it tickled
your heart...
making it burst into an endearing giggle.
The way the pulp of your fingers
loosened the knots over my bosom...
I knew this was it...
this was right...
this was what had been missing...
in all our words.
And in that moment I saw my molten lips
flow towards your flushed cheeks...
settling in the crevices and crinkles of your skin.
While you sat there stunned...
as I slowly kissed
all over your face...
watching it glow and burn...
like a million suns in paradise.
©whitewingsAnd beyond a point,
I love you wasn't enough...
©whitewings -
whitewings 81w
Can't you hear
the haunting silence...
It's empty here now.
A mere graveyard
of those that used to shine.
I live now, as an empty sky.
Because one by one...
all those stars died.
©whitewings -
baddiexmegh 83w
I’ve been filling my empty jar, hoping to see colours adorn it’s greys.
Nothing chromatic came stumbling my way
So, I broke it open and marked myself with it’s shards
To remember the pain and betrayal that I’ve been fedC I C A T R I Z A T I O N
You have been seeing the map
Hung on the wall of you’re room
Pegs scarring it here and there
Marking places
That you’ve visited
And I guess, it shows you
That you should stop knocking past’s door
It deserves empty knocks now, doesn’t it?
You have been bruising your heart
And slashing your wrists
You hold the dagger in your hands
Your untidy mind twirls, barefoot,
Tugging your lips up into a smile
At the constellations traced upon your pale skin,
Wondering why blood is such a beautiful hue
Everything hurts but,
The carmine painting your body numbs it all
You have been encasing dahlias
Black and treacherous
Instead of roses, red or white
That is precisely why
You’ve been calling Satan home
Your heart is home
To unsung lyrics,
So noxious
That it tugs the strings of your own heart
Had it not been for the much needed rib cage,
It would’ve cracked open into splinters
It hurts too much to keep every damn thing within
Yet, you just do
You’ve been tattooing your skin
To conceal your scars
Oh yeah, everybody backs off
Looking at the warning label
That hangs around your neck
And the blisters that seem to be just healing
No matter. You’d scratch them open again, in no time
You’ve been watering the empty jar
Filled with mud and stones
Dead and withered flowers decimating within
A hint of life nowhere to be found
Oblivious to anything called of it
Alive or dead,
I guess, you and I are eternally destined
To remain stygian within
©meghana27 -
whitewings 83w
You know that feeling when you love someone and they love you too and when you're with them it's all so beautiful. No worries. No care. You become kids together... enjoying every single moment. You complete each other's sentences. Silences are never awkward. It's a dream come true and you wonder how on Earth you got so lucky to find them and have them in your life.
But days pass by... things remain fine. A blissful monotony creeps in.
You now sense the burdens you both carry... The darkness of your widely different worlds that has been lurking in the shadows all along. And you see how you both have been pushing all the worries aside just to be with each other and enjoy a fairytale moment in this world of painful realities. It becomes evident how both have been striving and struggling to juggle and balance everything in your own lives... in ways, the other has no idea about. And you see that the love you two share, has been a beautiful escape, a beautiful distraction for each. But when it comes to merging these two worlds into one... it's an uphill task. You find yourself weighing the pros and cons. Listening to your heart and mind... the varying opinions... of logic and feelings.
And you're already tired... of the struggles of life... and afraid of the risk, that merging these two worlds entails... but you also lack the heart to let them leave...
So you just exist... In the shell of a beautiful relationship... and let it whither on it's own... as no one makes any effort, to either save it or let it go.
©whitewingsSo you just exist...
In the shell of a beautiful relationship.
And let it whither on it's own...
as no one makes any effort
to either save it
or let it go.
©whitewings -
__cami__02 83w
I guess all us writers have these moments.
Don't we?
I watched the sunset
slightly purple and orange in the distance
I thought about how the moon now,
will drown hundreds in its thoughts
how the night would lure everyone
in its peaceful lullaby
and how the stars will inspire poems
with a pen in my hand,
and a blank paper
staring back
I didn't write anything
I just watched into the silence
and it spoke so much to me.....
Thank you so much @mirakee for reposting
It means so much to me❤❤
#writersnetwork#mirakee#pod#writerstolli#tod_wt#readwriteunite#bluepup#himanshuwrites#pari_s#rroy27#aduttaread#ajv#dds#camiwrites#ceesreposts#ghoulfrost#ni89gle#iam_fuddu_writer#laughing_soulWith a pen in my hand,
and a blank paper
staring back
I didn't write anything
I just watched into the silence
and it spoke so much to me.....
©__cami__02 -
whitewings 83w
We stick by the people who demean our esteem and worth... and call it a family. We stick by the person who abandons us when convenient... and call it love.
We've all constructed fancy words for random relations we build, just to evade the possibility of a haunting lonely experience. And then we spend a lifetime moulding ourselves... wrecking our thoughts and emotions... to understand the dynamics of something that's inherently dysfunctional.
©whitewingsInherently
dysfunctional...
©whitewings -
thesagarikawrites 83w
Few things from past:
1. The oldest season out of four is summer. It was made before earth, when sun was braiding rays, he was halfway through when few strands fell in May.
2. The colour of my eyes was black years back. People had fun throwing dust and running away while bullying a little girl. The next time she had her eyes open, soot returned all red and ablaze.
3. Princesses smelt like a perfume bottle when they approached dukes. I, a warrior, knew only the scent of crushed iron capsules.
4. Vampires have been after my rare reduced blood and I never intended to melt over humans. I found him frozen. He didn't poke my neck, his canines were generous enough to infuse life in my cyanosed lips.
5. Water initially; had no ripples because it was rigid. God offered it a wish to rise the highest he could but all that water wanted, was to fall. It first fell from God's eyes.
6. My oldest poems were fossils but carbon dating revealed they never aged.
7. My tombstone says "I am all alive as long you read." ©Sagarika
P.S. - You must share if this boggled your mind.
PPS - Illness is just a body, imagination is a healthy mind.
@mirakee #pod @writersnetwork.
