#confessions

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  • debangana_gogoi 2w

    Honestly all I could think of writing in mirakee in Love. I have no idea why! Happy Reading ��

    #mistakes #confessions #lifetalk #love #peace #addicted #friends #charm #personality #regrets #bewitched

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    Mistake

    Are you my mistake?
    My mistake which I would regret in life?
    I who am lured by your personality
    I who stand awed, enthralled by your charm
    As if bewitched.
    It's addictive
    The peace which I get while talking with you
    I share minute details of my life
    Even at 3 am in the morning
    Why do I do so?
    Why?
    We're nothing more than friends
    We're nothing more than just friends.
    Then why do I find peace with you?
    Why do you mean so much too me?
    Am I making a mistake?

    By loving you so deeply?
    Yet not confessing it?
    Am I making the mistake of my life?

    ©debangana_gogoi

  • introvert_naari 4w

    / The whispered confessions /

    It's the starting of winter's,
    and my soul crave for your
    lusty splinters, gentle kisses
    on my neck, let your lips make
    my desires wreck, I am yours
    tonight, let this lusty war to
    be fight, let me dominate you,
    oh my beloved let my lips state
    you, that how much I love you,
    show me wildest side too, let
    my shyness to be hide, seize
    my breathe with your fast cease,
    let my body tell you how much
    I please you.




    ©nishabhartijha

  • _aesthetics_ 6w

    Beyond life

    Emotions are rewarded to us for free
    demands exorbitant price to let them flee.
    Feelings, emotions are personal, confessions to dear ones they are made,
    Yet the unknown therapist gets paid!
    The inner self loses dimension
    And, the busy life takes all the attention
    Family , friends and acquaintances,
    Lost contact in these nuisances.

    Lovely, you fell asleep too early
    The night had been young till then,
    Probably, you flew away untold
    Beyond life.

    ©_aesthetics_

  • suddenlyme 9w

    Pending

    i'M a WorK In ProGrESs
    ©suddenlyme

  • sophrosyne 12w

    The best storms are the one's without rain

    Here lie the confessions of a pluviophile

    I confess though I love the rain, and truly all storms make me feel ecstatic, the truth is my favorite kind of storms will always be the one's which happen in the middle of the night with my bestfriend, the one's which possess neither rain, nor thunder...


    For my favorite storms will always be the brainstorms we had, in the night together
    ©sophrosyne

  • suddenlyme 19w

    I have....

    I have a Speech Apraxia and that's all I have to say
    ©suddenlyme

  • myspilledink 21w

    Confess

    Shall my tongue hold back
    The feelings I have had stack
    Or shall I whisper in your ears something
    Would you call me a maniac?

    To your eyes shall I seek
    To your lips I shall I speak
    Would you flinch away
    If I kiss on your cheek.?

    Allow me to embrace
    I adore you with all the grace
    Should I help you with chores around
    Or between my palms, cup your face.

    Pardon me if I misspeak
    Forgive me if I act as freak
    For you must know I am high
    My feelings have reached it's peak

    Turn to me and just let me gaze
    Your tears and fears will erase
    Hold me closer don't shrug away
    Just come with me, let's stop the chase

    It's our story not some paperback
    I have confessed, need your feedback
    I may be wrong otherwise,
    But I am sure
    Our love will bloom like one of lilac.

    ©myspilledink

  • wanderwords 28w

    A part of me will
    Always apologize
    For being selfish
    when it comes to my
    own validation

    ~janvi

  • ritudhaulakhandi 29w

    Confessions

    This one is going to be a little different
    These are some of my most deepest feelings that no one has been able to understand
    "You look so skinny", "Skeleton", "Oh you will get blown away by the wind!", These are something I hear on a daily basis but did any of them wonder how hard it is to listen to them?
    People who know will understand the struggle a person goes through with health problems
    I never asked to be skinny, it is what my health issues have turned me into
    My parents see me in pain but even they fail to understand sometimes when I tell them that it's hard for me
    Yes, it is hard but I am still trying... Shouldn't that be all that matters?
    What else do you desire from me?
    I want to be happy with how I am but will this world allow that much freedom to me?
    For once?
    There are moments when I break down and feel like giving up on trying more but I still get back up
    Build big walls, act strong, become heartless
    How long... How long....
    ©ritudhaulakhandi

  • simranbawa 29w

    13th December 2019 - Day of Thousand Thoughts

    This was the day when I wrote a letter to my parents telling them that I don't want to pursue sciences anymore. Below is the letter, raw and authentic as it was presented before my parents almost two years ago.

    This is something that I've been dreading to tell both of you for a long time. I don't know how to talk it out to you guys so I'm simply writing it down. So the thing is that I know I'm not made for sciences. I know it's pretty late to say this and I also apologize for it. I'm not saying this because I'm scared of hardwork or anything, I have realized this after all kinds of analysis and profound thinking. Please don't keep this thing in your mind that I'm seeing this as an "alternative to hardwork" or that it's "just a distraction" because it is NOT. This is very serious for me and I want you guys to understand me at this time. In case you are guessing that any one of my friend has lured me in this direction then I would like you to know that both of you are the first ones to know about this. Now I realize that I've wasted a lot of my time and your money in a line I don't belong. This only makes things difficult to disclose to you and increase my guilt level super high . I chose to study medical on the very first hand because I had no ambitions of my own and I was bent upon to fulfilling yours. I knew becoming a doctor would be very tough and challenging but I still wanted it because I felt that I was useless and not good enough to do anything else. So I just dragged along for all this time. But in these past two years I've matured , explored and discovered all my potentials and interests. And after all of this what I've observed is reading new chapters or getting good grades have never given me that content and satisfaction I expect from my life. All of this stabs me all day but I relieve myself by writing down about some random stuff on a white sheet. I thought writing and expressing my thoughts was just a mere hobby until this one day when I was feeling really low and I wrote a small poem about it which gave me immense bliss. Over the time I realized that composing articles/poems/quotations/essays/stories makes me euphoric like nothing else. I never share my writings with anybody but once my friend Alisha accidentally found one of my article about melancholy in my physics register. She read it without my notice and came to me with tears in her eyes and said "Thank you" . Confused, as I was I asked her the reason and she told me how my article helped her reviewing all the troubles of her life which were making her melancholic. That was the first time in these two years that I actually felt proud of myself. It was not because I write good but because I can actually touch people's hearts with what I write and can help them to get through with their problems. This thing was taking over me in a serious manner when I saw I can flawlessly overcome toughest of the people and their viewpoints not only in the formal competitions but also in the informal arenas like class discussions and debates. This rekindled my self esteem which was almost strangled to lifelessness by the daily burden of academics, which now appear to me nothing but a drudge. Gradually I observed even nightlongs of work and effort would not give me such marvellous results as you expect in the academics. It became the reason for the hate and loathe I hold against myself. On the contrary I can write any compositional piece without putting any extra efforts into it. It became the reason to provide me enough love, satisfaction and self acceptance. This is how a mere hobby of mine turned into my passion and ambition . Now that I've realized what I truly want and what I'm capable of, it kills me everyday to be sowing the seeds of someone else's dream. I don't want to be successful doing what I don't want to do. Maybe I'm a bit selfish but I've tried very hard to live with this dream of yours but it's just that I'm not strong enough to give up mine. Moreover it's very disheartening to watch both of you being disappointed in me but it's even more disheartening to watch me being disappointed in myself. For now I'm planning to give my board exams with full heart and soul and put a glorious end to this journey.

    I don't want to continue my journey with sciences after that. I wish to do post graduation in English so that I can work upon my skills of creative writing. I am also looking forward to pursue a career in editorial aspects, writer, novelist, journalism and other such similar ventures where I can express my ideas on a legit platform and propound my views to the world. I know I am VERY late in communicating my intentions to you. It's because I was scared of facing both of you with this truth. Also since I wanted to be very sure of my decision. Because of these insecurities I always shoved this topic away and never talked about it. But as you see it can't linger off forever, it had to be dug out some day and it has to be today. Since I'm vexed with all of these dynamic thoughts exploding my head besides all the criticism that I'm going through each day. So I reached my saturation and when I couldn't hold it all anymore and let my thoughts cross all limits of penetration to reach out to you. I'm sorry for shattering your expectations. I'm sorry for having you to go through this financial drain on my studies. Trust me nobody in this world is feeling more guilty than me right now. I thank you with all my heart for everything that you've done for me. You deserve a better daughter than me , you really do. Maybe that daughter could have perfectly fulfilled all your dreams of having a doctor in the house but I'm sure she couldn't have loved both of you as perfectly as I do. I just want both of you to trust and support me just this one last time and I can assure you after that I can Make It Right.
    ©simranbawa

  • wanderwords 30w

    I was adored by
    the ruins that
    eloped with your damnation
    I could have left you
    Where you left me
    But the kindness
    Within wanted to
    be wild enough
    In the end
    You were adored
    by the blame
    Ruining you with metaphors
    And I stood there
    letting the scene unfold
    with a rueful smile on my face

    ~janvi

  • poornima_narula 32w

    Simply, complicated.

    Those brown hair strands that escape your bun to curl up near the mole on your cheek..
    or the tiny hands which can't cover mine completely..
    those kohl eyes which fear eye contacts
    or the lush pink lips which you accidently press under your teeth when I come closer...
    I wonder if it is something even more complicated,
    or maybe it's just the way your heart beats, that keeps pulling me closer..?
    ©poornima_narula

  • poornima_narula 33w

    Confession

    "Okay, maybe I have never said that you mean the world to me,
    but I got a confession to make, my love,
    the world is much more beautiful when you're here holding on to me."

  • thecomforttales 34w

    My inner soul once told me -
    "Never make anyone feel that you're always there for them; make them feel that you're always there when they need you.
    Never make anyone feel that you always take time out for them, make them feel that you always take time out when they need you."
    God! It hits differently...
    ©insanedialects

  • a_gentilischi 35w

    @pallavi4 I don't have answers to your questions.
    The only thing I can tell you is that you're not the only one who feels this way.
    I feel it too.
    And maybe, just maybe, others do too.

    This is just a rant..
    But aren't the rants the most honest words we can muster?



    ME & ME & ME

    I wage a war
    Against myself
    An eternal battle
    Where no one bends

    How can a war ever end
    When both you and the opponents
    Know every flaw and strength
    Within each other

    And so I'm (we are?) in stalemate
    That drains out all life

    One of me wants respect
    A good career
    Within the highest echelons
    Beholden (what an ugly word)
    To no one but myself
    Being my own mistress
    A person who breaks definitions
    Of what a woman is supposed to be
    No pathetic "yes, sir", "of course, sir"
    Just accepting the reluctant "yes, ma'am"

    One of me wants love
    A family to cherish
    A lover to warm
    Who warms me in turn
    Trust and mutual devotion
    Tender early mornings
    And soft, mellowed evenings
    With just a touch of magic
    From those fairy tales I read

    One of me wants freedom
    To heck with prissy corporate jobs
    To heck with Prince Charming's castle
    I want to see the sites
    Travel the world
    Pace for hours in the Uffizi gallery
    Write at sunset in quaint French villages
    Drink the flimsy loves that last but a night
    And live with no manacles
    No family, no lover, no home
    No caste, no race, no religion

    How can I feel all this?
    All at the same time
    Bubbling within me
    A volcano about to explode

    I wonder day and night
    Who is wrong and right?
    These questions have no answers
    At least not in plain sight

    I fear that in the end
    I'll just let time decide

    And I'll be a shape shifter
    Never concrete

    A flickering flame
    Growing brighter one second
    Then darkening the next
    Until one strong gust of wind blows
    Knocks me off the edge

    And the world burns
    So that...
    "I" and "I" and "I"
    Will burn too

    .


    2021.03.27
    Written rights : ©a_gentilischi
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    #thoughts #life #words #dreams
    #confessions #secrets #questions
    #rant #musings #wonder

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    ©a_gentilischi

  • dreamerdiva 39w

    At a certain point of time, I realised what I've become because of him.....A BETTER PERSON....and the sad part is that he doesn't know that.


    ©dreamerdiva

  • mr_enigma 40w

    Unsaid

    There are somethings that are left unsaid, some truths, some confessions, some goodbyes...stifled and silenced even though they had every right to be heard. But what if it wasn't that way, would things have been different? We may never know... Because we forced ourselves to believe that those are best left unsaid... right?

    ©mr_enigma

  • a_gentilischi 40w

    This is the fifth out of seven letters. This is a continuation of the first three letters. You can read them at #wbltsagent

    In this letter I refer to the 'Imaginary Prisons', which is a series of art prints by Venetian artist Giovanni Battista Piranesi. I've included an image of the first print for those who are curious in #fifthletterinfo

    This is long and I'm not sure if it makes sense, but yeah, did my best. ��


    Happy reading ��

    @writersbay many thanks for hosting this fantastic challenge. It's been a wonderful experience ������

    2021.02.19
    Written rights : ©a_gentilischi


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    #summer #oblivion #prison #change

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    -The fifth letter, found in an open prison cell-

    .
    To Oblivion,

    Some letters don't deserve sweet endearments. I have called you 'dear', have named you 'beloved' and I have declared you as a 'treasure'.

    But never have I addressed you as wholly mine.

    Today, I call you mine, in every sense of the word, because it is the day I have decided to be yours.
    Or rather, be you.
    Well, I guess those are just semantics.

    Thus, I name you Oblivion.
    My Oblivion, or your Oblivion?

    I'm beginning to understand that they are the same thing.
    You are no longer the ethereal stranger of a winter night, for when I show you a piece of my soul, you show me a piece of your own, as well.

    One day, I will find out who you are.
    Not yet, though. Right now, I'm busy tasting Oblivion.

    Here's the thing.
    Change is HARD.

    I never understood how difficult a process, metamorphosis was.

    Never did I consider the sheer amount of pain that Winter goes through in order to become Spring.

    I used to think stagnation was the only kind of prison.
    But not all prisons are blessed with the safety of four walls and a barred window.

    Change is the most ruthless jailer, for he wields Oblivion, instead of Chains.

    When you are in the prison of Oblivion and Change, you begin to crave the manacles, because they will keep you tethered. The bite of cold iron will cut your wrists, but what is a little blood, compared to the systematic break down of the life you built?

    We humans hold on to things so tightly, with no consideration to whether those things are good or bad for us. Maybe that's the only thing we know.

    And now, you've broken me out of one prison, and put me in another.

    I feel as if I'm a wanderer in Piranesi's Imaginary Prisons.
    There is no sense of time or direction. I'm simply drunk on vertigo.
    No warmth, no cold.
    The only thing I can feel is me, tearing down parts of my soul, opening doors, letting fresh air in to the musty rooms.

    The wide hallways echo with the cries of ghosts. They are the remnants of 'what had been's and 'what would have been's. Perhaps my own ghosts are here. Maybe your ones as well.

    But all prisons do have an ending, and that suggests that there is another beginning as well.

    After all, the end of an end is another beginning.

    With hope,
    A wanderer in search of beginnings.

    .
    ©a_gentilischi

  • a_gentilischi 40w

    Since seven letters are going to be written, I decided to write them as a continuous series. So give your thoughts on this. ��
    And, it's best if the first two letters are read beforehand. You can find them under #wbltsagent
    Happy reading ��

    Much love out to @writersbay for this amazing challenge that pushes our limits. ������



    2021.02.17
    Written rights : ©a_gentilischi

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    -The third letter, left where spring meets summer-

    .
    Treasured Summer,

    Can I call you Summer?
    You never told me your name, and well, this is what I've been calling you in my head. I hope you don't mind.

    At first it was because, when we met on that winter night, you looked so out of place. Only later did I realise that you weren't wearing any winter gear, even though it was freezing. I'm still not sure if you were a hallucination of an angel.

    Now I call you Summer, because you are MY summer.
    You're the inexorable force that drives my winter in to Spring, then, right in to your open arms.

    My dearest, you are the breeze that gave wings to my last letter.
    You are the sun that kisses the snow covered mountain tops, to make them lush and green.
    You chase away the barrenness that is the mistress of the dark cold.

    You, Summer, are the essence that I want to drown in, till every pore of my frostbitten body is suffused with the warmth of hope, till my body and soul are overflowing with it.

    But first I have to reach you.

    You reached out to me that first time. A child of summer, full of life, what were you doing crying on a winter night? Why did you taint yourself with the blizzards of vitriolic hatred?

    Was it for me?

    Winter has barely ended for me. But Spring is coming, I know it is. I can feel it in the way my heartbeat quickens, like the earth awakening from the slumber. My thoughts are stirring tentatively, like bulbs of daffodils, shivering in anticipation, exhilarated, and on the cusp of blooming.

    Darling, I know that summer doesn't last forever, but will you wait for me?

    Wait till the last traces of frost melt and I grow back sprigs of fresh leaves. Don't leave me until I'm heavy with blossom, a vision out of the riverbanks that Monet painted.

    Stay until my spring transcends in to the glorious summer of your embrace.

    My heart will meet yours at the place where Spring meets Summer.

    With love,
    Your Winter that is turning in to Spring

    .
    ©a_gentilischi

  • _so_nal 148w

    Can we just make a call to anyone?
    Tell them about the day, the previous day ,the emotions and the things running in your mind and heart. Confessing literally everything you ever wanted to say.
    And in response the person just listens and cuts the call when you get over.


    <Feeling right now>


    #heartfelt #confessions #deepthought
    #mirakee

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    Its good to be a happy dramatic fun- go person.
    No one gets to know about problems and the sad part of your life or probably you never wanted them to know.

    But at some point it would've been good if the other person knew the struggles you faced or currently facing. Because maybe you want them to know the irony of that dramatic smile, the emotions hiding behind a dance.You want them to know that you are literally crying your heart out and its not a scene of any dramatic movie instead your own life.
    ©_so_nal