260 posts
  • muskaanbhatttt 2w


    Exhausted me
    Begging for some tea

    Sick stomach feeling aches
    Saying I can't manange to have more tea intake

    Eye lids requesting, close us for a moment
    Brain saying then who will prepare your assignment

    Tangled Messy hair giving me headaches
    Tiredness has locked me in chains

    Not able to do any work and chore
    He saying have some naps a bit more

    Laying like a half dead on my bed
    Surrounded by pet cats,scratching my skin and making it red

    Tired soul wanting to have a hot shower
    But all I am doing is staring the bathroom from like an hour

    Family talking and discussing
    While my battery is shut down and their lipsync seems to me like they are cursing


  • kayceediv 11w

    'You should go out and meet more people'

    I took that advice once, went out and then I met you.
    Now I okay being inside..

    There are so many of you outside and I don't have the strength to meet another!


  • _flow_of_words_ 13w

    Craving for being left alone!

    The screen lit up, making my heart race with the speed it had never raced before. A message popped up, but this time, I was scared to read it, as if I knew that it was the end of something that had been precious to me for millions of years. It was the end of something I had always longed for, and I knew this was it merely because it wouldn't work. It just won't, no matter how badly I want all those people to stay. Because for how long will I hold them from going away from me? But my heart isn't ready for it because it aches solely after thinking that everything was made in my mind, and there was nothing real in what I was calling real. Why does it hurt when I was completely aware that it wasn't worth fighting for? I am exhausted. My mind is exhausted too. It just wants to be free from every thought that's been bothering it for ages because that feels right at this moment. But what if it isn't right to make those thoughts go away? What if I wait for some more time? Will that help in making everything right? But I can't let myself wait anymore for something that won't come true! Because my heart and my mind are screaming from the pain that can just be felt. My eyes can feel the tears on their edges, and I know that every emotion is at its peak. And I crave for being left alone because maybe I will get what I am craving for, as solitude it is, after failing the war I fought for such a long time!

    _ Utkarsha Kalambe
    Dt. 31 Oct 2021 @03:46 hrs IST

  • beensn 13w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #disguised #sympathy #exhausted #enjoy
    Thank you so much WN for liking my post.

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    The educated,
    Most of them are unemployed or underemployed,
    Are facing slavery undercover or disguised.
    Have lots of boundaries to be crossed,
    Struggling to meet expectations, they are exhausted.
    The under/uneducated,
    Gain lot of sympathy and are easily excused,
    Taken as innocents and are trusted.
    Always live in present and less worried,
    Though not planned, life is better enjoyed.
    This is true in majority of the cases I found,
    Education is a boon or a bane, I am confused
    © beensN

  • simplymel 16w


    Whip in hand, they bust out saddles;
    Forced into work, like herds of cattles;
    No relaxing, "On your feet"
    Ignoring pains, stood up, repeat.


    Red eyes, sore feet;
    Aching back, lies in defeat;
    Migraines forming, nose blocks, snoring;
    Clockwork chimes, eyes open, repeat;


  • lostthoughts73 17w


    Have you ever had a day.. the day that goes "Enough!"
    Won't you know my face shaken won't glow up
    Trusted sidekicks villainous sometimes switch place
    Really who is me and what is day I'm tired, not okay

    Haven't you seen those lines now fading gray
    Vacation plans friends birthdays locked in again
    The whole world is a stage I'm missing the play
    Why bother I'm fodder chewed up, retired at my age

  • annrose_1008 25w

    I'm exhausted
    Knees are weak
    My eyes view to uncertainity.
    Throat parched.
    Hands clumsy.
    I'm walking
    and kilometers
    I still want to reach there.
    I'm searching for stories
    I took a long way.
    Ignoring the shortcuts.
    No turning back
    I will walk exhausted
    I will never
    Say I'm exhausted.
    I don't want to be mocked.
    I'm focusing towards my dream.
    My Journey
    Will inspire.



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  • mrspectacular 28w


    Stephanie's hands are shaking in the cold as she walks into the office. It is clear she is in need of something hot to step down the effect of the blizzard outside the walls of the Clinton Welsh International Hospital premises. The Air-Conditioners cannot be turn off for any reason on the insistence of the Hospital's policy hence they provide alternative heating for the staff and patients of the hospital, heating cubicles numbering about eight on every floor of the hospital totalling about one hundred and twenty. Unwilling to go all the way to the other floor and possibly face the same disappointment as she has faced on the ground floor where her office is strategically situated, she decides to take some hot coffee to substitute the heating cubicle but as though it is not her day, she is met by another disappointment. All the variants of coffees served at the hospital at the moment do not appeal to her taste.

    Stephanie's astonishment is brought on by how exactly all other variants are still very much available when she arrives but the one she wants and enjoy finished few seconds before her arrival at the hospital's coffee stand.

    Irked by the situation, she picks up her car keys even though she knows leaving the hospital at that moment might be risky on so many levels-she might have patients waiting for her, she might have an accident under the unfortunate weather, she is not officially on break and she might get queried or worse still relieved of duty if she is found out by the management of the hospital. She would usually do things that strikes everyone as daring and sometimes just plain absurd so when the other staff see her leave the hospital and drive out of the premises, they neither ask no questions nor bother themselves but leave it to the management who have eyes on the entire premises and never miss a move from any staff except of course in the toilet and surely enough they see her leave. The consequences of her actions from the end of the management would come in the evening when she returns or they would allow her the privilege of having a good night and spoil her morning the next day with her letter of 'your services are no longer needed at this hospital' connoting dismissal.

    When she sets out on the journey, it is a horrifying trip driving through the blizzard as visibly is so poor, she can hardly see. She prays so hard to be back at the hospital in one piece but it seems her prayers does not cover her car as while she hits a lot of things that damage her car badly including road blocks, railings and a couple of times, a few road-crossing creatures.

    It takes about a visit to over fifteen stores and twelve hours of driving to make her give up her search and decide to settle for the lesser coffee brand.

    Just as she is driving back to the hospital painfully meandering her way through the thickening weather, she unfortunately and fortunately rams her car into a somewhat inconspicuous store by the corner of the road going unconscious. The storekeeper takes her out of the car and unto the ground to get some air. The storekeeper, Jane Alvin watches her for a few seconds and realizing she has not regained consciousness, decides to give her the kiss of life (Mouth To Mouth Resuscitation).

    It feels awkward to her but there is a life at stake and it is the only option available as there is no one else around in the store at the time as the storekeeper was just reconciling the books in order to leave for home before Stephanie rammed into the store. She succeeds in getting her conscious after about six huff-and-puffs of oxygen. Regaining consciousness, Stephanie asks holding her head while squinting,
    'Whe-Where am I?.....Who are you?....What happened?..'
    'Calm down, darling. One question at a time',Jane Alvin says softly. 'You had an accident'
    'Oh no', Stephanie screams whisperingly as a result of the headache. 'I need to get back to the office immediately'.

    Jane Alvin smiles not with an intent to ridicule Stephanie's predicament but because she wonders why someone would still think of work after such an unwholesome occurrence. She watches Stephanie stagger a little way off before fainting again.

    When Stephanie regains consciousness, she is surprised to see Jane behind the wheel of her SUV and wonders what is going on. Just as she is trying to wrap her aching head around what is going on, they come by the Welsh International Hospital. Jane drives in, screaming for the attention of the staff around. Immediately, a couple of nurses assist her in leading Stephanie into the hospital.

    Having been informed of the accident by Jane , the hospital puts Stephanie to bed-rest for four hours with the help of sedatives in drip form. When she would wake up, her letter of dismissal would sitting on the small mahogany cupboard-table beside her bed just by Jane. Jane hopes and prays that she wakes up strong and healthy.

    'Please, you just have to wake up. From the much I have seen, you are a hardworker and I am sure it devastate your company to have them lose you. I do not know you but it would still hurt to watch a human being die before my very eyes so please stay with us', Jane whispers softly trying so hard to prevent herself from bursting into tears. What Jane does not know is the fact that Stephanie is a staff of the hospital and the letter on the table by her bed effects her termination of appointment with immediate effect.

    After four hours of sleep, Stephanie wakes up from the induced sleep yawning and turning to see Jane, she gives a smile that suggests appreciation of the kind gesture of being by her side all through. Jane returns the smile.

    Sitting up on the bed, Stephanie notices the white envelope on the table by the bed. Confused, she inquires of Jane about the letter. Jane says the letter was brought in by a doctor and he said it looked important.
    'A doctor of this hospital....?', Stephanie asks terrified as she frantically opens the envelope to unveil its content.
    'Yes....Is there....'
    'Oh no...This can't be', Stephanie screams and faints again having read it is a termination of her appointment as a staff of Clinton Welsh Hospital.

    Confused as to what is going on, Jane picks up the letter to read and she is just as shocked but does not faint. Instead she quickly decides to recommend Stephanie for temporary employment immediately she wakes up pending when she would be able to secure another job for herself.

    When Stephanie wakes up, she is skeptical at first about the idea but looking at her letter of dismissal once more, she decides to accept the offer. It seems a blessing in disguise as she seems to enjoy working with Jane surprisingly because asides the fact that it is an interesting job to kill time with while she looks for one that would fit her career as a surgeon, she is home to the best coffee in the region.

  • anonymousquill 30w

    A Poem from my Notes App

    I close my eyes
    And close my mind
    Adrift, I—
    Bid Today all of my goodbyes.

    But pictures chase me
    Round and round;
    I run—
    Oh, wont they let me be?

    Tired and more,
    The body goes numb;
    I've had enough—
    Oh there!  the clock marks four.

    Death to the rhyme of night
    The morrow: Guillotined!
    I could not conclude—
    An abrupt end at first light!


  • sins_of_creation 35w

    I'm tired
    Of it all
    If life is a gift
    Then take it please
    Let another live this
    Whatever this is
    It is yours


  • night_admirer 36w

    I knocked on death's door
    Knowing exactly what I was looking for.
    I offered myself up on a silver platter
    But it didn't meant any difference.
    Death send me back, even before i made it halfway,
    I don't want you here
    Please go away.
    I was forced back to life.
    Feeling pure agony
    As the pills i swallowed got heaved
    As the cuts on my body continued to bleed
    And the suicide note i wrote lay there mocking me
    But i cleaned myself up
    Pretending to be fine
    Because even when death doesn't wants you
    It strikes you deep inside
    Real hard!!

    #deathnote #sad #exhausted

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    I knocked on death's door
    Knowing exactly what i was looking for.

  • ylviia 36w

    Although the stress of passing my exams
    Such as the pressure of being a top student
    It's laying heavily on my shoulders
    The expectations I set for myself are high
    Sometimes it feels impossible to reach them
    But the thing is
    I keep trying, I keep reaching for the stars
    I keep fighting even though all my energy is left drained
    And I guess although this time is burdening
    It's also a distraction
    These past few days I felt tired, exhausted
    Yes, these feelings are not pleasant
    Yet I enjoyed it even though my sleep schedule will hate me for this
    But this is one of the times where I'd rather learn for school and loose my sleeping cycle
    Than to feel restless and mentally ill
    These are not the times where my insomniac keeps me company while I just keep staring at the ceiling of my room
    I'd rather be stressed of passing exams
    Than to be stressed about my overthinking that makes absolutely no sense
    The process of procrastinating is more welcoming than the final destination of my long avoided breakdown
    These past few weeks kept me exhausted that I could just pass out on the floor
    But at least I wasn't mentally destroyed
    Physically, I may have reached past my limits
    And maybe I've neglected my priorities that should be set on my mental health
    But damn does it feel good to worry about something else than just guessing if I'll make it out alive again this time

  • _anxin__ 36w

    Life is just so hard sometimes.

    #exhausted #UpsetSoul. #Alive

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    My soul has already died,
    And my body is terminally ill,
    Life's been so hard for me lately.
    It's getting hard to survive anymore,
    Because being alive is something that I can't ignore.


  • kunalraj_raj 41w

    sometimes caption on a post and rhyming in poetry aren't needed because all you need to do is to feel the lines and imagine the characters and situation of the scene from start to the end

    a boy actually an average looking boy with pure heart likes a girl but the problem is he can't confess his love because of lack of courage, even he don't talk to that girl but he likes her !! he stare at her through the window but he don't go out while she is outside !!! he just wants her to stay by his side and he wants to protect her from everything, and from the worst time...... he dream of both from small to large like he dream to sharing the maggi after one finished first, and to marry her !! he loves her such that he can go miles to seek her happiness, this is a very genuine feeling, he can't change it untill he is alive !! he wants to live rest of his life under her shadow....!! hastag aren't in order so that they can form a meaning but each are releted to the post !!

    #blessed #blurt #sceret #confidential #notes #diary #solitary #loyalty #relationship #relation #love #lovepoetry #relatedposts #disparity #edict #elated #elves #massage #friendly #fright #dare #music #lowbeats #feelings #thunderinsideheart #absentminded #darkmood #see #shadow #exhausted #preety #died #shadow #window #stare #smile #mood #pod #finished

    @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @mirakee @zaara_ @wiredweirdly

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    moles on cheek makes you more prettier
    i like the way you come and sit like sensior
    when there is leap of one day i feel exhausted
    cuz, for your presence i m addicted
    when you come near me my heart beat fast
    and as you look at me it felt like my life is last
    i just want to walk along with you and music
    to the end of a beautiful peak

  • bleeding__words 41w


    Things are going in a loop
    My insecurities are eating me up
    Instincts are screaming for it to get worse
    Heart knows the truth yet mind won't stop thinking
    Before it ruins me further I need help
    I tried to put my face straight and hold the smile but
    nothing seems to help
    The more I plan to make it better the more everything gets worser

  • thoughtsnpen 42w

    My heart says..

    I am exhausted
    Yes I am!!
    Please don't play with me
    All I want is just to be in hands of someone
    Who handles me with
    I am thinking of getting tattooed myself as
    "Handle with care " ( or for god sake don't come near me)

    - My heart ❤

  • icelynqueen 46w

    The crushing guilt of being unproductive vs the exhaustion of being burned out. Fight!


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  • zephyr_of_fire 49w

    Endless Exhaustion

    I'm so afraid of what I might think
    I'm scared of my mind
    terrified of what I imagine
    so I don't sleep
    I stay up and I wait
    blind myself with entertainment and ignore
    disregarding everything so that I feel nothing
    I'm killing myself slowly
    yet so thoroughly
    sometimes it feels like I'm in a dream
    because I can't believe it
    how far I've fallen down
    that life could really hurt this much
    but things aren't what they seem
    because my hopes are so close to touch
    but It always feels like they're too far away.