#breakfree

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  • charteredhealer 12w

    Motivated or Jealous

    Watching more successful people might make you feel jealous or less fortunate than others but it can also motivate and inspire you to move ahead break records of your own...
    It depends on you how you make yourself feel jealous or motivated
    ©charteredhealer

  • krystalkoja 22w

    Longing For The Deja Vu

    Fire cackles, as the wood turns black
    With the aroma of toasted marshmallows for a snack.
    With a cup of hot choco, or steamy well-beaten coffee;
    I finally let my mind experience a break free.
    The soft notes of an acoustic guitar
    While it snows outside, as I see from afar.
    The four corners of my room are warmly kissed,
    With my heart yearning for this inexperienced feeling, which is already missed.


    By
    Kojagori Sen
    © krystalkoja

  • reshmakr1995 27w

    The four walls

    Trapped in between different worlds,
    trying many a times at knifepoint,
    to break free
    All but failing everytime to see these four walls a sojourn,
    mistaking it as the only permanence,
    lies all our problems.

    ©reshmakr1995

  • ritudhaulakhandi 31w

    To New Beginnings

    Seen too many faces
    Didn't think it will ever faze you
    People only see that you have gotten cold
    Funny that their opinion used to matter
    You get used to them talking
    Slowly blocking them out
    Only blurred faces in your vision
    Until you realise that it's okay to be yourself
    That it's okay to not be okay and make mistakes
    So break free from the chains you created
    Chase the dreams you won't regret
    Not the dreams others build for you
    You have one life to live
    Then make it count for yourself
    ©ritudhaulakhandi

  • afza147 36w

    Break free

    Going to have the first hard step to break free.
    ©afza147

  • nehabhagat 39w

    I DIE EVERYDAY

    I die everyday! 
    Deaf to my innervoice ...
    Incapable of mending my ways.... .  
    With every  changing  drama of this life i sway....     
    I die everyday  !...     

    That beauty that truth I know of ..           
       I am unable to seek it feels far away...         I die everyday ...                

     In every ego that i win.. 
    Wit every dream that I overlooked wit laze...         
     I died everyday   ...         

    To live the madness of passion..               
    To die for it if I may ..                                 
    All the sweet glories and comfort feel bitter today  ...                             

    A space so undone and empty in my heart lay...   . 
    I died today ..                     
    I die everyday
    ©nehabhagat

  • juhiyverma_ 40w

    Breaking free
    from a mundane journey called life
    into an enticing world of pleasure
    Breaking free
    from the winds of past,
    that held me back
    landing into a promising future.
    Breaking free
    from the illusion,
    into a jouska of real existence.
    Breaking free
    from the worldly desires,
    into voids of nothingness.
    Breaking free
    to lose my older self,
    to be born again.
    Breaking free
    to emerge from my own ashes,
    like a phoenix recreating myself.
    Breaking free
    to enjoy the beauty within,
    of a forbidden kingdom.
    Breaking free
    from the chains of emotions
    holding me back,
    to discover my worth,
    to live a life all new,
    till Eternity!!

    © Juhiy Verma


    #life#love#free#freedom#breakfree#librecommeliar#bornfree#justafewwords#phoenix

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    Breaking free,
    from a mundane journey called life
    into an enticing world of pleasure
    Breaking free,from the winds of past,
    that held me back,
    landing into a promising future.
    Breaking free from the illusion,
    into a jouska of real existence.
    Breaking free from the worldly desires,
    into voids of nothingness.
    Breaking free to lose my older self,
    to be born again.
    Breaking free to emerge from my own ashes,
    like a phoenix recreating myself.
    Breaking free to enjoy the beauty within,
    of a forbidden kingdom.
    Breaking free from the chains of emotions
    holding me back, to discover my worth,
    to live a life all new, till Eternity!!

    ©juhiyverma_

  • whittikins 44w

    Flawed Wire

    Im a flawed wire that gashes fire From time to time
    Aint never been perfect, cause of the short circuit within my mind
    They work one minute and then they don't
    Its like all this shit has a mind of its own
    Was I bent too much and have to stay that way
    Or do I use a tape to keep me straight for another day

    I'm a flawed wire, I'm sure you can tell
    If not from my dimmed lights, then from my burning smell
    I need to be checked or maybe it's time
    Is my expiration date around the corner or am I just losing my mind
    Turned the breaker off for a day or 2
    That shit ain't work either, so what the fuck do I do
    Ok I'll leave it alone, now the sockets turned brown
    Keep that shit up, it's gone burn this shit down

    Im a flawed ass wire or maybe just cheap
    Or did I get cut this time just a little bit too deep
    Was I always like this but held up for sometime
    Maybe I pretended too long to be just fine
    I substituted my wires before, for those on a break
    And even then i seem to was working okay
    Unplugged this shit for a few weeks
    Tried to fix it myself with a few tweaks
    Guess I did too much
    Now I'm out of touch
    Out of touch with myself and life, now im growing tire
    Hell if I care if this bitch start a fire, what else were you expecting from a flawed wire
    I'm a defect That can't deflect no more
    If it don't change soon, it's the end for sure

    ©whittikins

  • liz_ogbe 46w

    Do not let their opinions be your prison.
    Do not let their Validations be your handcuffs.
    Break free my love.


    ©liz_ogbe

  • betibetss 48w

    Phaedo

    Losing oneself
    is the most difficult phase
    one could ever undergo to.
    You don't know when it would end;
    you don't even know when it started.

    Vividly witnessing yourself
    drifting away—
    taking backward steps,
    hands losing the grip,
    mind hallucinated, eyes shut;
    and your heart cracks
    as it gradually beats,
    gasping, battling, collapsing...

    Losing oneself
    is like falling to an endless pit.
    Nothing & no one
    to catch nor pull
    the heaviness—
    a travel with indefinite destination.

    If that's the case,
    Breathe. Escape the fate.
    Revive. Reach.
    Own the narrative.
    You have you.

    Loose yourself.

    ©betibetss

  • sus_annee 48w

    Toxic game

    Here we are
    Playing the game we only knew how to loose
    Oh! How could we be such fools
    To think we could do better without even knowing the rules
    Well back to the beginning
    The constant push and pull

    You smile, I smile and so we dance
    Around each other like in a never ending trance
    All too willing to take shelter in our lies
    Some could say we were hypnotized
    But we liked to play the game one step at a time
    Hoping one day we would cross the finish line

    And so we continue never ending waltz
    Like actors on a stage we play our parts
    We learnt quickly how to trade with scars
    Our own messed up version of ace cards
    And after all the steps we've passed
    I keep on wondering
    How long does this toxic game last?
    ©sus_annee

  • inked_solace98 54w

    Dawn is always right around the corner

    Oh, dear I went back to the woods
    winced in agony, time & again,
    It's the ruth of the world
    beckoning it's force all upon
    I stand, I see & I fall prey
    As the burning tears,
    stings my heart, till suffocates
    I am doomed to this fate, I say.

    For all I know, it torments to the core
    Leaving the soul to rot,
    perhaps at death's door.

    But I wish to rise, to see forth
    I will clung on, to the last of the hopes,
    if there's any I may find on my way
    For no matter what the night may hold, dawn is always right around the corner.
    standing bold.

    ©inked_solace98

  • wildgypsypoet 56w

    I feel the tendrils unfurl

    One reaching dendrite at a time

    Seek out your hands about my throat

    Your fist contracted over my heart

    I feel them pulse and coil

    As they build strength to forcebly

    Dissever your hold on me.

    ©wildgypsypoet

  • spontaneous_flow_of_emotion 65w

    I throw my veil to the wind
    And let it carry my worries away.
    I pull my hair down
    Letting it hug my curves.
    I pry out the glass bangles
    As a prisoner tugs at her shackles.
    I untie the strings of my blouse
    With blood stained hands, heaving
    A sigh of a relief.
    I spin around, my skirt sweeping
    Around my ankles,
    Leaving him and everything
    I thought I knew behind me.
    #writtenwords #mywords #throw #veil #carry_my_worries_away #hair_down #hug_my_curves #curve #hug #embrace #emotions #feelings #musings #qotd #poems #poet #glass_bangle #pry_out #untie #blouse #cloth #garment #attire #prison #shackle #breakfree #blood #hands #relief #sigh #skirt #sweep #spin #ankle #everything #him #leave #heartbreak #wedding #divorce #behind_me #thoughts @writersnetwork #spontaneous_flow_of_emotions

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    I do, do I?

    ©spontaneous_flow_of_emotion

  • d_prexa 65w

    "Whether you’re beaten or pampered, fed the best foods or starved, kept in filth or kept clean, a cage is still a cage."

    - Anne Bishop, Written in Red.

    #desires #cages #breakfree #poetry #mirakee #pod
    @mirakee @shren_jo_ @writersnetwork

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    Birdcage

    On my way to some place
    I passed a pet store
    I saw four pretty cages hung outside
    Resplendent in red and a brilliant blue
    Homes for birds we like to call 'pets'.
    We profess to love them but I ask,
    How much?
    Enough to brush their wings but not let them fly?
    To free them from the tyranny of pet houses
    But cage them instead?
    Why I wonder? Is it because
    We see us in those birds?
    The truth that we too are living in cages of our own settles in our eyes
    Like the dust of the day that won't leave until the night.
    Cages painted pretty with desires, useless ones more thickly used than the useful ones
    We are trapped, in the simplest of terms,
    Within the cagebars of our own mindless behavior
    The ficklemindedness of our own brains
    Locking us up in a limitless slavery
    Of repeated actions and regret.
    On a fine day a stranger may walk up to your porch
    And taking pity on the bird you've loved so dearly
    Will open the cage and let the bird out
    The bird will fly out, take dips in its marble bath that you built
    And fly away to where it truly belongs
    Leaving you behind, bitter and blistering,
    You will know nothing of the stranger who tiptoed behind you
    And set the bird, you so desired, free
    But tell me, who will come for us?
    Who shall set us free?
    Or are we doomed, forever,
    To flap our wings with the illusion of flying,
    Whilst remaining nothing more than a shadow
    In the splitting rays of the sun that shall rise and set
    Way beyond our own birdcages?


    ©Prexa

  • dasu24 66w

    Relationships - a bond or a bondage?

    Our source of strength more often than not, becomes a source of stress for us - a "bond" in its true sense.
    If you are in sync with the crests, it is a bond.
    If you are out of sync, it is the latter.
    But, both have bond in common. Some are genuine and some simply labels.

  • rahulkushwaha 67w

    When one perishes, many bloom,
    they inherit the creation, so the doom,
    the far cries of the wailing souls,
    the muffled mumbles, the raging roars,
    the silent singing of the evening sun,
    and the dangling dance of the moon,

    they break free the earth, rebel and outgrow,
    to join the orchestrated nature's show,
    they play their part and play it good,
    the daffodils swing as they happily should,
    welcoming the rains from heaven above,
    they kiss the seedlings and bring them love,

    they write me letters, a sonnet or more,
    they build me nests and invite me home.


    ©rahul kushwaha

  • pink_blue 67w

    ...Pain is what's confined in you;
    liberate yourself from what's defined around n within you...

    ©pink_blue

  • d_prexa 69w

    "People get used to anything. The less you think about your oppression, the more your tolerance for it grows. After a while, people just think oppression is the normal state of things. But to become free, you have to be acutely aware of being a slave."

    - Assata Shakur, Assata: An Autobiography

    #poem #poetry #breakfree #mirakee #pod

    @mirakee @writersnetwork @shren_jo_

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    A field of sunflowers

    If only the sun would burn away
    All the evil in this world
    Each dawn bringing a new promise
    And each sunset, a dream that lasts forever
    If only people looked as pink as the sky does
    When the day slowly comes to an end
    No child roaming around with a bloated belly
    Nor their ribs showing underneath darkened skins
    If only the birds would take us home
    The women who are cast aside for creating life
    Not fit for family thrones
    If only the sun would burn the dark of this world
    Maybe there will be more light
    The barren, brown and undesired shall turn green
    And on that green marble shall rain down
    Soft claps of naked feet, running towards the sun
    Laughter of liberated people echoing in this world
    Like songs of wind in a field of sunflowers.


    ©Prexa

  • chandhini_p_s 69w

    उसकी हाथ कटी हुई थी।
    उसकी दिल तोड़े हुए थे।
    घायल वो शरीर ज़ख्मो से भरी पड़ी थी।
    हर कोई ये देख समझ रहा था।
    मगर उसकी माथे कि उस सिंदूर को देख, उन सबने बाकी सब अनदेखा कर दिया।
    ©chandhini_p_s