Mirakee
Flames that burn
This fire inside burns vibrantly
Honestly and hastily it erupts
Like a blaze strong and true
Unable to control the rage my firey hue
Protective of those I hold dear
Can't help it I bite down all fear
I unleash my venomous weapon inside
My anger it burns threatening to tear off their hide
All my fire my kind exterior hides inside
©yellowroses
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yellowroses
48w
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yellowroses
48w
5 months....
5 months...
5 months was all it took,
To have a lifetime of bitter sweet stories to tell of a time I will never ever seek to know again....
The car chases,
The threats,
The violence,
The people,
The memories...
Enveloped in an alcoholic smoke,
Her addictions running rampant,
And our times without a home,
The times of endured starvation,
And the times we came so close...
But together, fell so far...
As we fell far to living out of a small car,
But smaller the food on little to last,
Yet as slowly as each day the time did pass,
These memories will forever burn,
Like a cigarette burnt in skin,
Scarred the flesh of my brain,
Unable to let go,
Of a past I'll forever know,
As if it were yesterday....
Forever.... the damage remains,
Smouldering in smoke....
©yellowroses -
Shoutout to Shivangi_Kapoor! :)
Checkout her Youtube channel: Youtu.be/rgNfV5MtrUI for a whole bunch of amazing poetry! -
yellowroses
49w
The one I wonder about
We aren't together yet...
But to sleep with I don't regret.
Yet my mind still craves yours.
And I ponder on our confused state
To date or not to date
To know more of course I'd adore
And I'll wait till we can open that door
But my feelings though relaxed
Seem to float in my mind
I seem to think about you all the time
Yet no longer giddy like when I was young
I just feel the comfort like the warmth from the sun
You fill me with joy I feel safe and welcome
To be myself which is a feeling I treasure
So I do ponder these things...
As are we friends or more?
But either way, it is you... I want more.
©yellowroses -
yellowroses
50w
Free me, drink I see
Why does it feel so good?
When the poison trickles down my throat?
Addictive yet controlled if found
A sense to break impulsive desire
To down every drop I can
And leave but an empty can
I crave the feeling fuzzy and weak
Cutting through my depressive disease
Drink too much of temptations gaze
And find myself in a saddened rage
Unable to stop my minds awful rot
Down memories painful and long forgot
No thought to hold my impulse from me
Each lot of booze the desire in me
Set my mind free, it's all I want to be
My next drink please keep me chained and free.
©yellowroses -
yellowroses
51w
Where?
Where do I belong?
Where will my soul take flight?
When all over I feel this void
Empty,
Worthless,
Trapped,
Do I fit in?
When all say - I do
My mind disconects
Disrupts my pat-tern
Of thought
What to do when silence claims my voice
When pain sinks my chest
And I drown in memories unclearly cut
Where do I belong?
Never had a place before
Any place I had-
Was left-
Behind...
©yellowroses -
yellowroses
52w
Mother of mine
From the moment I wake
I can't seem to shake
My thoughts of her
That still linger
She rose me up
With a man of painful lust
She sadly fell victim
To misplaced trust
I wished I could save her
From his greed and his hand
As he'd bash and act rashly
Till we followed all demands
Yet to survive she keept quiet
And I always wonder now
Could she ever break away
And come meet me here some day
I miss you all the time
You were once my mother of mine
But now that I've fled
Broken connections conversations left dead
©yellowroses -
yellowroses
52w
Eyes in sleep
As I shut my eyes to sleep
And thought my mind doth creep
Memories flock towards mine eyes
And flood mine soul in heavy cries
I seek no more from thine mental raid
Please I beg of thee to final'y fade
To the nothingness a forgotten state
Yet haunted my past mine sorry fate
Give me freedom, you give me none
This, my torture under lifes burning sun
This a weary worn plate of thought
Given greif to feed on, one by one
No more I beg of thee no more, away
Alas stab'd my mind stay'd sore I sway.
©yellowroses -
yellowroses
52w
Restless racing thoughts
I'm restless pacing back and forth
My thoughts keep racing keep no track no more
My mind is in disorder what is this even for
My heart is my disaster always beating too fast
I'll never last in this game where the savage roll the dice
Where the aim of playing nice is no longer thought a charm
Better to learn to take up arms
No need for talking anymore
Fear so in my greedy heart
Wanting more peace more freedom no war
Wars on the street
Wars in small meets
Between big companies or policits
Or the whole world raging breaks in ties
Everybody's living in these lies
Everyone fights for their rights yet not knowing what they are
Is this the answer when we have no leg to stand on
All we have is our own head and hearts and hands
While we're stuck listening to all these violent demands
No peace for the peaceful
No rest for the weak
Only fear to keep us alive
As we're all hunted by our life like sheep in a paddock
How can I ve restful while my head is being tested
In this struggle to keep my breath
And follow silently like the rest?
©yellowroses -
yellowroses
52w
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#Earth #Red #Blood #Climate #Cries #Australia #Awaiting #Writersnetwork #Mirakee #Change #Dying #Suffering #Deaths
Australia has dust storms in NSW making the state pitch black and restricting vison and airways. Melbourne has supercell hail storms damaging and flooding the state. Fire devastation keeps the air unbreathable. The sun has become hotter and burns easier increasing cancer risks. Money is being raised but yet so many have no food or shelter still.... the governments has money yet they aren't correctly distributing it to those in need. Sco Mo still wants to aim for a "balanced," approach but it's too late for that we need climate action now. Suspicions are his own government party is internally arguing at how he's handling our crisis. It's horrible to think all we all can do is nothing and anything we do we don't even know if the money will go to the right people. :(Fearful bleeding earth
I'm scared for this life
I'm here our world I feared
We're all awaiting
All feeling the tension build and explode
Broken cycles, broken days
Why can't our systems change their ways?
Dust storms of red only one state
One state of many lay red in blood
Blood of floods blood of fires
Our blood is red but our blood is dead
For the planet is dyed bleeding it dies
We all sit here helpless in cries
Australia an example
Australia a country rich in many
Now loosing all to many more disasters
Controlled by a government internally divided
As a nation we're waiting, for the safety not provided
Our earth is bleeding and we bleed with it
©yellowroses
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azrasadri
48w
A world behind my words
Behind my painted words...
There exists an obscure world
In the deep and dark thoughts...
I am already been swirled
The happiness of my poetry
became one of my fantasy...
And the calm shore of rhyme;
I wish i could pour into reality!
I have a brood side somewhere,
still dreaming about the pure moonlight
If I ever set free darling;
I'll sprinkle stars in my darkest night!
I wish I could find the felicity
which my poetry holds
And cry out all the shits
That's remain untold
I want to blossom once again
and cheer those childish smile
I need a lots of love and happiness
that never goes out of style..
The way thirst look at water
I want to be that relaxation;
And the rains whom kindness is
much been in adoration..
Oh man i've seen the darkest day
And the worst time..
But it would be filled with colors
And get wiped out all the grime
No matter how things broking me
I am now been a staunch fighter
My words are my strength...
And i have the best weapon as a writer!
©azrasadri -
jeelpatel
48w
Bridge I've built
The sombre bridge I've built many times
From my heart to myriad (hue)mans
I've been taught beauty is beauti(fool)
And ugliness is ugly only
Like there can be black or white
Not gray you have too wait for
Layers of real nature can't be clasped
You can pret-end till your flash gets numb
But leapyear comes once in awhile
And it will change the direction of all days
So your transperant temperament comes
Which will cut the bulwark of t-rust
You learn beauty can be dateless dis-aster
Mere black nights deluge the stumped sights
With grace to hide strange heart like yours
At that time when you feel like a
Collapsed polythene under own e-motions
And you feel wide awake after that
But you still walk on that bridge barefeet
To feel the bold harshness again
With hopes of gladiolus flowers that
Thorns hurt to support blooming rose
You hope quit often on the rutilant sun
To scatter on those farewell sunbeams
You just grow in unexpected ways
You understand others' perceptions
Feet learn on which home they've to give up
Words get to know where to jump or not
Time holds you as your wings lend him a lift
You just experience to be hurt or happy
To rise or fall, to get or lose
That's how you grow, you live.
©jeelpatel -
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blackphoenix
48w
Read More#word21feb_wt #writerstolli @writersnetwork #writersnetwork @readwriteunite #pod #mirakee #mirakeeworld @mirakee #ceesreposts #poem2heart #p2h
So I am an atheist or a recently converted atheist. But sometimes you cannot forget the incidents which touch your life in some or the other way. This short piece is dedicated to one of those, specially on the occasion of Maha Shivratri (which now I don’t celebrate).
It feels incomplete as I feel about all my write-ups. Hoping to make it better one day.
Words used - blatherskite, ensorcell, cacoethes, rawky, hwyl, nacarat, onubilateThe Unforgettable Dream
She felt an enigmatic connect with him. As if, he was always around her to shelter her from all the evil. And unknowingly, she started having conversations with him like a blatherskite and ensorcelled him day and night.
Her cacoethes was to climb that mountain of hurdles between them and somehow be able to touch him. One night when everything around her seemed broken to her, she gathered the courage and started her odyssey. The rawky weather took a toll on her but some sort of hwyl kept her feet moving.
And finally, she saw a nacarat but her eyes onubilate with so much shine. And he was just sitting there with a magnetic aura. Her tears overflowed, head spinned and she fell onto his feet. He put his hand to her head and this divine touch made her forget about everything else.
So whenever she felt low, she would have conversations with him and then would visit him in her dreams to Mount Kailash.
©blackphoenix -
Stare
There is nothing
My love
More eternal
Than this now
This moment
That holds us both
In it's stare.
Alisdaire O'Caoimph
©alisdaire_ocaoimph -
Between
hook up and break up
Hung down and up
I
Feel nonexistent
Full of resentment
Devoid of feelings
Sans life's vitalities
Sans my identity
Shallow breathing
Trying desperately
To break up with life
O mesmerizing love
But for you I am here
In deep dungeon
Lost in oblivion.
©malay_28 -
Not all roads reach our destination
Yet play a role via our journey
Not all hearts beat for us
Yet endow us a lesson
To keep our hearts tuned.
©geraldine_mary -
divokost
74w
Read More@writersnetwork @mirakee @a_novice_speaks ( I am tagging you because I was tagged in one of the comments on your post)
There is enough reason in this world, to perpetrate hate, but not enough to spread love. Why not start with being one ��"Mirakee"
Dear writers , I am here again, for shedding some light on issues which have been unearthed and one's which talk about biases and the inappropriate content over the app.
Let's take them one by one
• Admins are not paying attention- I would agree that of the many admins right here on the platform, I know of two more, and of us three, Carolyn is the one who goes beyond her abilities and comfort to take care of this platform called mirakee. She is the one who promotes new writers here, comes up with interesting challenges and above all the aura and vibe which she brings to this platform are unparalleled.
It's been long since I have been very active, due to constraints of time and place and also the turmoil of a journey called life. Hence in our own capacity we try to be here, but inevitably not everyone can afford to be there on the platform all the time. I agree this issue escalated and Eminent writers got caught in ugly tiffs.
We all have grown together with this app, it has build most of ours capabilities to write and appreciate others. The Admins are one of you, they were made Admins not because they could write well, but because they could appreciate others, encourage them and develop this community, of which we all are a part of. If the admins cannot for some reason be there on the platform, it doesn't call out for hatred or animosity, but an understanding of the soul, which we all as writers are capable of ( and I firmly believe in this)
• Biased - Let us look at some figures? (Shall we)
The app has more than 500,000 downloads.
The no. of users of the app exceed 100,000
The no. of posts each one of us comes across daily are more than a 100( conditional to the no.of people you follow and the time at which you open a tab which is called "Discover") .
Now with such huge numbers out there who write on this platform, it is definitely not easy to go through each one of them. This is the thing about reading too much, it causes one to develop a myopic lens. To the one's who claim it is biased, I hope they are a regular user of the tab called "Discover", and I hope that they appreciate the novel works they find on the app through that. Going back to the purpose of writing - I believe it has always been to express, to express those emotions which sprout in your body, not just heart or mind, but your body, we write with all of our body and therefore we must listen to ourselves as well. However the other people on the platform might or might not want to read everything, they might be selective, but that should not be a put down for other new writers. It takes time to create content with consistency and with a modesty. If one's motive is to gain fame, I shall suggest that this is not the correct platform for one. Admins, can only suggest posts for reposts, we do not outrightly promote writers.
To be honest this platform was never about promoting writers, it was about sharing works of art, "words infused with the human sentiment". If you feel a repost will give you the boost to write, then there's a method to the madness. Start appreciating and encouraging others on the platform, I believe that is the only way I know you can get people to your writings, only then would it be called fair.
•Inappropriate Content - First and Foremost there is a procedure to curb such posts. When you see one post, you report it, when the admin see the reports they analyse the content and any violation of the terms and conditions of Mirakee's usage is dealt with a deletion of the post and the writer is warned. Several warnings lead to blockage of the account.
Other platforms like Facebook, Insta or other social networks have a similar process, the reports are sent and the content removed. However the teenagers or for that matter anybody if they feel that they saw something questionable, how is it that is the failure of the app. If anyone can come up with an algorithm which bifurcates the bad images and outrightly deletes them, please send an email to the creators of the app, I am sure they will be more than happy to accommodate and implement such an algorithm in the app. It takes time to go through all the reports. It takes time to go through plagiarism, check the websites , check the reliability of the content and the source mentioned. After this the admins have to also go through bad images, violence posts, posts on communal hatred, narcotics, sexual violations and everything imaginably bad. Now, coming to the fact , that so many are restless about the inappropriate time given to these issues, it's easier to point fingers, but very difficult to see the efforts which go behind reacting to these posts and above all what about the admins who go through these things on a daily basis( sometimes twice in a day), and above that there is no credit, rest assured any understanding of the complexity of such matters. Carolyn has always been there, doing her part, and many times when I come across reports, she manages to solve them on time.
While writing this, I have spent time, precious time, which could have been used to write something beautiful, or maybe spent reading something beautiful, but I understand that all of you have grievances, and trust me we do too. Therefore let's be one and not pull allegations at each other. If you find writers who need acclaim, praise them, acknowledge them, develop friendships, develop bonds, build community which takes art forward, and not get involved into an abuse of art.
Mirakee listens, how? Through our ears
Mirakee speaks, how? Through our tongues
Mirakee breathes, how? Through our words
Mirakee burns, how? Through our anger
Mirakee hates, how ? Through our hatred
Mirakee loves, how? Through our affection
Mirakee is WHO WE ARE!
it's nothing, but you and I , all of us collective.
SO IF MIRAKEE IS NOT RIGHT, THEN MY DEAR WRITERS AND READERS , SO ARE WE. LET US STOP THE BLAME GAME, LET US BE WHO WE ARE MEANT TO BE, ONLY THEN WILL MIRAKEE BE WHAT IT SHOULD BE.
With love,
Divokost -
bellemoon99
76w
Meditation
Breathe in, your mind expands.
Breathe out, your soul relaxes.
Repeat, peace is in your hands.
©bellemoon -
Beneath the lustrous
suit of armour,
exists a human
who is capable of shedding a tear,
I too feel pain,
when enemies attack again and again,
for, even though, I don metal,
my heart is just as brittle,
Bloodbath of wars,
results more than ugly scars,
Yet, I fight, fight with valour,
for I am known as the knight in shining
armour.
©the_inhabitant
