Miraquill
The Over....
The overthinker
The overdoer
The overexaggerater
With the mindset to always,
Always look for, or expect, the
Worst outcome with every
Situation,
confrontation,
or obliteration.
Bad vs. good,
Good vs. evil
Always being prepared for
The negative can spare the
Heartache that can come
With the positive outlook
In life.
©lollipop71
#Confrontation
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lollipop71
39w
4 0
mrspectacular
51w
CAMARADERIE
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Charles sits in his room most of the day, dreaming of how much better his life would be if his feet functioned as properly as they should. Just then, as he is ruminating on the possibility of how beautiful his life should be, his assistant Marcel, a young slender man in his thirties he had employed through the help of an agency strolls into the room, a tastefully furnished thirty meters wide bedroom to ask if he would like to go for a stroll outside for a moment instead of sitting inside all day feeling sorry for himself.
Marcel expects an outburst as usual. A fit of rage from Charles demanding to be left alone as he flings whatever is around him at that moment at his disturber but to his greatest consternation, Charles obliges his request saying,
'You know what? I think you are right', he says with a smile that seems very alien to him. 'I'm not dead. I'm just paralyzed that's all. Please let's go.'
Marcel wheels Charles out of his room into the courtyard and out of the gate as he pushes him around for a little fresh air. He takes Charles through three streets, engaging him in conversations about places as they wheel through, making Charles smile so often as though he is watching his favourite sitcom which he does not have as he never has interest for television, only staring into the sky and watching the birds fly and the clouds move while he calculates his losses in life. Today however he would see life in a different light.
Getting to a pedestrian bridge linking the lands flanking the River Sparringrow, Charles notices a particular man standing at the railings of the bridge, Charles asks Marcel to push him towards the man and this he does. Getting to him,
'Hello sir, my name is Charles. It is a really nice weather we are having today, isn't it?', Charles asks trying to start a conversation.
'Who cares?', the man, Thompson asks rhetorically visibly frustrated at something.
'Oh I do and as a matter of appreciation, you should too', Charles admonishes with a smile.
'Listen to me. I don't know you and I can tell you don't know how bad I am feeling right now so if you don't mind, I was about to end it all before your interruption. By the way, I think you should join me too because you look hideous'.
'You got that right. I look hideous. Damn right, No one would want to be me but look at you sir. You have legs to walk around the place, I have to wait on that young man over there for every move I want to make so don't you think I have every reason to want to 'end it all'?
'Yes, that is the reason I asked you to come join me'
'Well, life's too beautiful to take my life and lose the beautiful things it has to offer untimely. Certainly there comes a time a man must die but by the cause of nation. Otherwise he is a coward running from battles he is well equipped for. Again I don't know you but I am pretty sure whatever it is you are going through would clearly not last forever. Whatever it is, I'm sure if you stay strong, you will be more than proud of who you turn out to be as a result of the hard times which are clearly meant to hone you and not own you'.
'I have lost everything. I lost my job', Thompson begins listing the reasons he feels he should end it.
'There are billions of jobs out there that would be willing to take a handsome, strong young man like yourself sir but they would not see you if you're dead, would they?' Charles tries to encourage him.
'I lost my wife...'
'Again, my good sir. Look at yourself. You can clearly get any lady you so please. Apologies for her death'.
'No, she did not die. She left along with kids'
'Well, she was not to be yours or she did not know value. There are lots and lots of ladies out there I am sure who would be more than happy to be the next Mrs. Thompson but would we ever know if you take your life?', Charles asks rhetorically. 'No obviously. C'mon there is a lot to live for out here.'
He freezes right there on the ledge rethinking his decision to take his own life. He is not certain if going with this paralyzed stranger's advice is the best for him. They just meet for what...like thirty seconds...What could he possibly know about him to advise him on what to do about his issues. He begins dilly-dallying on whether he really wants to go with Charles's advice or go all in with his own. Death, already stimulated to receive him, plays a fast one as he slips and falls off the bridge but grabbing the railing of the bridge, he yells for assistance.
'Help me...No...I don't want to die anymore', he screams as he begins to imagine the gory face of death staring at him and smiling while pulling him towards itself menacingly. He suddenly stops feeling the breeze from the stream on his body as he battles to hold on to the rail that seems to currently hold his life.
'Somebody please help him', Charles screams helplessly. Marcel quickly rises to the occasion ,running across from the park bench where he is seated while he imagined someone else would help Thompson out of the mouth of death. Grabbing Thompson by the hand, he attempts to pull him up but fear seems to get the better part of Thompson as he holds to the rail obstinately.
'Sir, I know you are scared but I cannot help you unless you give me your hand so I can pull you up', Marcel says as he tries to convince Thompson to let go of the rail so he can be rescued.
'But I will fall and die', Thompson's replies fearfully.
'I will not let you fall sir. Trust me', Marcel says reassuring Thompson that he is particular about bringing him safely over the rail.
Seeing he has no choice, Thompson decides to let go of the rail and let Marcel pull him in. Trying hard for two whole minutes, Marcel finally gets Thompson over the rail. Once he is over the rail, Thompson gives Marcel a tight hug thanking him for the save while imagining how he would have drown inside the fast running water or worse still hit his head against some hard surface hidden under the water and died.
'Thank you friendly angel', Thompson says. 'I owe you my life'.
'Oh it's okay sir', Marcel says unwilling to be made to look like some hero who had just saved the Earth.
'And you, worthy sir', he says as he turns to Charles. 'Thank you for the advice. I promise to do as you have advised'.
'Oh...come off it', Charles responds modestly. 'It's always a pleasure to help. Please try to always see the positive in every situation. Life is certainly sweeter that way'
'Thank you so much', Thompson says once more as he walks away dropping his card with Marcel.
'I'm really glad I came out today you know', Charles says to Marcel as he wheels him home. 'We should do this more often'.
Marcel smiles pleased that Charles feels much better about himself now.
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jsonia
55w
Read MoreAnd Being the victim
I am always assumed as the hunter Victor.
#Confrontation #issuesConfrontation
Scares me most
And people don't understand that.
They think it's not real
©jsonia9 0
wordsofsh
82w
Suffering
Confrontation of suffering is hard for some. It's sharp. It keeps taking you back to the same ache.
©shilpagk14 2 3
raghavendrabs
96w
Read MoreMany times we all find ourselves in situations where we can’t ask a question nor can we let it pass. This poem is dedicated to those moments when the lump in your throat weighs too much!
#question #confrontation #depression #lump #reply #answer #void #readwriteunite #hurt #life #writersnetwork
@writersnetwork @readwriteunite @mirakee @dailyrepost @writers_togetherThe Question
A thought that became a question,
A question that demanded to be asked.
A sigh followed by a gasp of air but there was lot of congestion,
Countless words stuck in my throat, they fought, but none got past.
I stood there as life seemed to dart away by the minute,
With time I felt a lot less like a human and more like an effigy,
The moment just wouldn’t pass as I struggled as a mute,
Painted from head to toe with a burning shade of ignominy.
A deluge of thoughts ransacked my peace,
My legs were riveted by the lump in my throat,
My brain fought my body, literally begged it with a “Please!”
But my tongue sank with no hope to keep it afloat!
It’s hard to ask questions, harder to confront,
But it’s exhausting to ask when you dread the reply.
The words wound you if the answer was blunt,
And to summarise the question, it was a simple “Why?”
-
Raghavendra B S
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divyat_kaavish
104w
धुंध
मैं घंटों देखती रही
उन टहनियों को
आपस में मिलते
सरगोशी करते
शाम की धुंध
पहरे पर थी
और हवा
दो बिछड़े
जड़ों को
मिलाने में
गिरे पत्तों को
हाथों में समेट
मैं यूँ ही
ठहरी रही
मानो
उन जड़ों में
मेरी रूह
फँसी हो
और
जुबां हवा से
साँसों की भीख
माँग रही हो
©whispering_waves (काविश)5 0
obsovert
108w
Read More#anxiety # #nature #travel #life #inspiration #thoughts #diary #relax #bundleofnerves #cocoon #existence #league #uncertainity #insecurity #amorphous #air #tea #escape #confrontation #discomfort #unease #social #gathering #rehearse #nightmare #mind-boggling #mindfuck #repent #overthinking #hardwire #phantom #insta #terrace #pain #obsovert #nature #love #life #inspiration #thoughts #diary
The Anxious Ones
Well I am no more sixteen, I just can't be relaxed about any random shit that comes my way. On the contrary, I've realised that the irony is that I wasn't relaxed even when I was sixteen. I had always been a bundle of nerves. My life has been all about a cocooned existence draped in the layers of anxiety and I am quite sure that there are a hell lot of people who have encountered life in a similar anxiety ridden fashion, so folks welcome to the league of the "anxious ones". It's perfectly alright to be a little anxious about the unknown and unexplored. Each one of us battle anxiety, uncertainty and insecurity at some hour or the another but when it comes to me or I'll use a more inclusive term "anxious ones", I just can't figure out that why it's so screwed up and unfailingly I have always found myself stuck deep into ever growing quagmire of anxieties and insecurities. Everyone tends to have their own set of customized cum personalized anxiety and apparently anxiety isn't something that one could probably boast or bragg off or easily explain rather it makes one anxious when one attempts explaining it to others. Anxiety is an amorphous entity. Anxiety is somewhat like an unpredictable shape shifting ghost which won't set the possessed one free at any cost and one is bound to encounter it on regular basis and irregular forms. Anxiety is so deep-rooted that it gets dissolved in the air that one breathes and tea that one sips. There ain't any escape. It can crop up anywhere and confront the person. It's the cause of unending discomfort and perennial unease. One's much feared insecurities and anxieties have the power to make any amount of anxious one's pre planning redundant and futile in a similar way that it does take three business days to prepare myself for an ensuing social gathering. Impromptu gatherings have always been a nightmare and they are still hated with ages old panache. I sit and mentally rehearse an entire event in my head, which without any exception I mess up and relent it for another three business days thinking what better could have I spoken or represented at the actual hour of action. Anxiety tends to have many faces and shapes. I just can't help myself thinking about it as I've been doing the same shit from almost a decade and a half. If I have to go out and if it's unavoidable, I usually need a week to decide what to wear, not because I am a fashionista or the event is at par with Cannes Festival but I just don't want to mess it up and make myself more wretched and miserable and I am sure the esteemed anxious ones brethren court shall unanimously agree to that. This mind-boggling mindfuck ends in making me repenting my own choice which I had decided after meticulously employing my overthinking skills. Whenever I gather courage to ditch my cocoon and socialize a little, my anxiety makes it backfire without any exception and ultimately push me inside my shell. Anxious ones always feel that they are not dressed appropriately for the occasions they attend. Most of the time the anxious ones either feel to be too plainly dressed or they feel that their dressing sense is chaos on riot but those anxious ones are never able to derive contentment from fabric they adorn owing to their hardwired anxieties and insecurities. Anxious ones are grappled in phantom anxiety which tends to stalk them while anxious ones are scrolling through insta profiles or strolling on terrace or sitting in loo or going through group chats or the errands they run up to and so the list would run endless. Anxiety is omnipresent and it's much like pain in arse as anxious ones know that it's there as they can feel it but they can't tell anyone about it and they have to bear it on their own. Anxiety is so overwhelming that anxiety tends to choke me while I am trying hard to write something on anxiety without getting anxious for the anxious ones.
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Keep writing it's amazing!
I once heard a story about the human heart,
Each sentence carved itself deep inside of my being,
Every pause and ever comma resonated within me,
The imagery created by the narrator made me numb,
There was a pinching silence around me,
I told my heart to stay in it's place,
And not give me away,
I did not make eye contact with the person telling me the tale,
Yet I felt every word I heard,
I lowered my head and wept,
Too scared because I didn't want to admit
that the beautiful story being told was Mine and yours,
Of our love, our togetherness and our heartbreak
But deep down I felt the Narrator knew,
For her head was dizzy and her emotions berserk,
Strange ways of the heart, who to tell
As I stood there alone,
Confronting myself.
©tanyanadeem9 0
vasubandhu
166w
Gyaat Verses
लौटना तो कब से चाह रहे थे घर पर।
पता नही, रास्ता खत्म नही हुआ, या बचपन।
©Vasubandhu10 0 2
Dangerous Thing
Do you know what the most Dangerous thing is?
It is an emotional confrontation with someone who doesn't empathise with you...
It destroys your belief in every person you meet...
©a_wallflower23 4 4
And then after years they confronted
and talked,
This time not as lovers but as the
employees of the same company.
©haala_aslam27 7
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shahzadsm_
184w
Mohabbat thi unme bahut
Pr ek baat pr vo ladtey the
Kis ki duaon me asar zyada tha
siley me jiskey vo dono
ek doosre ko phir miley.
They were too much in love
Just one point of confrontation
"Who has been blessed more"
In finding each other once again.
©shahzadhusain_14 3 4
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stories_by_mohit
187w
Read More@writersnetwork1 @mirakeeworld
#age #comfort #confrontation #people #ignorance #us #storyofmylife
@anuska_9
This is how people become in future ����AGE
With age we become more comfortable in ignoring people rather then confronting them.
©fearisreal4us27 -1 7
lanie_c
201w
Pulse
Pulse -
I can feel it, the beat of my heart is
dropping. It's not as fast as it once was.
I think its slowing down, getting ready for the fall.
So what am i now?
I can feel the cold, an insane winter storm, without the the hollow of the night.
It's wrapping around me now like a woolen blanket.
So i take it, with hope that it would drag me under. Hold me in place, a plunder of my life
pillaged and gone through, but who am I to argue?
Drowning in this sea of misery, so what if im history.
Can't you see its either you or me, but the futures for told.
Set in stone.
We already know who comes out of this alive,
and it won't be I.
I can tell you of the one that comes out on top.
The one who rocks the block.
But i won't, cause that would spoil the surprise, Of my demise, and failure.
So what should come after?
Well I think this is when you decide.
Will you follow suit or lead this kingdom on?12 0
martindangelus
208w
We meet again.
And this is our final encounter.
As if we needed another reason,
to confront each other, for our past duels.
I have been anxiously waiting this moment,
to finish this non sense, once and for all.
I have had many miserable nights,
because of your presence.
I have this one last chance
to settle this, and I will succeed.
We meet again.
And this is our final encounter.
©Martin_D_Angelus
One Final Confrontation [2018]
[Against Your Fears] [HSM 2018]25 0
ayubkhan_u
222w
My Present State
Now I have nothing to offer
My confusion has arrived at a consensus
I also settled my accounts
And of course my worries too
From a Tamil Song by Poet Kannadasan
©Ayubkhan.U12 0
the_burning_soul
236w
Read More@writersnetwork @readwriteunite @writers_paradise @mirakeeworld @anjana @repost @reposter25 @an_utopian @sweetie_subi @loving_reverie @novicerocks @geraldine_kumar @paradox_and_metaphors_ @shruti_pathak @vikram_sharma @scribbler_sampada @mrunaalgawhande #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #writers_paradise #mirakee #mirakeereaders #mirakeewriters #divinewriter #writerscommunity #writers #creativewriter #mirakee #repost #reposter25 #stars #starrynight #darkness #beautifulnight #eyes #fightingdarkness #gaze #evilthoughts #always #ourstars #nofaultinourstars #pod #feelings #soulful #peaceful #beautifuldarkness #dontbeafraidofdarkness #embarce #embracedarkness #bebrave #youarestrong #afraid #confront #confrontation #loneliness #alone #fight #hope #courage #dontquit #nevergiveup #capture #picture #closedeyes #fightwithin #win
A Beautiful Darkness.
STARS : Why do you lay down at terrace every night and silently gaze at us till you close your eyes and fall asleep ?
ME : Because I never realised that darkness can be beautiful too, until one night when I was lying on the terrace gazing at all of you. I was afraid of the darkness that will surround me and those evil thoughts will suffocate me as soon as I will close my eyes and then suddenly I realised that I was already surrounded by the darkness even with my eyes open. The beautiful starry night all around me with pleasant ambience gently hugging and singing lullabies to tired warm day. So I chose to gaze at you and when at last I close my eyes, I effaced the darkness behind my eyes by capturing you in my eyes and now am not afraid of closing the eyes anymore.
STARS : (*twinkling more brightly*) Thank you for believing in us.
ME : (* close eyes with gentle smile *) Always.
©the_burning_soul77 24 10
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woww...!!! ?the beauty of night and stars mesmerized me!
The way you penned down the whole concept is so captivating and alluring..! :) ?☺️? - the_burning_soul @an_utopian Thank you so much Anee for appreciating and for the repost. ✌
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_zee_j
237w
Read More[#Catalyst] 1224pm 11.8.17 Wed.© - #songsaboutjane #jtvwrites
Background image: http://www.2empowerthyself.com/why-letting-go-means-more-control/
#writersofmirakee #writersofig #writersofinstagram #wordswithqueens #womenwhowrite #wordporn #wordgasm #wordwarrior #wordsmith #word #logophile #sapiosexual #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #relationship #love #twinflame #connection #healing #confrontationCatalyst
I could never half-ass
anything with you.
I was either all in
or I'd have to walk out.
You were the catalyst
that reminded me
of the feelings I've kept prisoner
deserve an escape.
©songs_about_jane5 0
drsroy
247w
Read More#drsroy #Quotes #sayings #thoughts #inspiration #writersnetwork #wordsofwisdom #wordporn #pod #readwriteunite #writersunite #mirakee #writersonmirakee #emotions #love #relation #broken #doublestandard #betrayl #ironic #contradictory #physical #confession #confrontation
Follow me on fb :@Sumeetroy1992
Instagram @roy_sumeet_1992They always say Love is never Physical it's always a Bond of Soul and it's a Divine Emotion..,
But still when one Confess or Confront to other about being with Someone else, the Very First Question they ask Mostly is if they got Physical with that Someone Else.....
How Contradictory and Ironic...!
©drsroy10 4 1
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- drsroy @rizvi_786 you don't like it?
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the_burning_soul
258w
Not before that !
There are some questions I would like to ask from you when every single memory of ours and scars given by you in me rests in peace, because you don't deserve a confrontation before that.29 4
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- ivy___ @divyaratan_singh actually that movie hit my soul!! Exception movie it was and will always be! ✌
- the_burning_soul @loving_reverie Same here. I loved the concept and the way the movie was shot amazing it was i couldn't imagine somebody could imagine like this way also!!
