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Note to self
Embracing your body is not hating it
Until you've reached the destination.
Its accepting and loving it throughout the journey.
Remember, for venturing out on the journey
Was your destination once.
©tigresslionheart
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rukhsana
90w
Read More(I used my real name (Rukhsana) for this because this is something that's personal. I've been battling anxiety ever since I was like 11 I think. I remember having my first panic attack. This is about anxiety, depression and insecurities)
@writersnetwork @mirakee @readwriteunite #mentalhealth #anxiety #depressionI feel tired
I feel tired of sighing
My lungs feel crushed
By the weight of my own body
I feel heavy, most days I just feel numb
You're sitting on my back
With your arms strangling my neck
And you keep telling me
Soon, I'm going to run out of breath
You tell me of all the things
That could go wrong
Of all things,
That people will judge me for
For smiling, for laughing,
For breathing, for existing
You make me feel paralysed
And my soul is tired
Why won't you let go?
My tears only add to your desire
To point out my flaws
Of which I'm excruciatingly aware
So much so, I feel discomfort
In the realm my soul dwells
The ground sinks beneath my feet
The universe is collapsing on me
Do I not deserve to exist?
To exist without feeling numb in agony
I wish to breathe
To breathe, to smile, to laugh
And I'm tired of your "what if"s
Asking me what if they notice all my flaws
I want to run away, cover my ears
But how do you run from your own feet
Tell me how do you escape
Escape from your own thoughts' screams?
I'm not okay, I'm not okay
Listen to me, I'm begging
I'm a woman possessed
Tortured by my own voice that's drowning me
All the sighs, all the breaths I heave
Only deepens the cracks on my soul
I feel like I'm letting go, watch my world burn
Maybe it's time to let the credits roll
I'm tired
I'm tired of dragging this body
And maybe this is all for nothing
But I can't stop, not with this numbness that won't let me sleep
And after all this punishment
God has to do some answering.
-Rukhsana -
rukhsana
93w
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I'm grateful I reminded
Myself that I've seen people like you before
People that crash my walls down
And leave come morn
The truth is, you never weren't the one
That brought them down
I let you in, to test how long you'll last
And in setting my trap for you
I admit, the poucher was caught
It was fun chasing you
And you had fun draining me
I gave pieces of myself
And in return, you filled your belly
And left
I don't regret it, the moments,
Our meeting, none of it
Its bittersweet to go back to
How it all used to be
To keep my thoughts to myself
Without you to hold them tenderly
I don't feel empty,
I'll grow branches new
I don't feel alone
I have myself for me to hold
I do miss you
In moments of joy and sadness
I do feel confused, conflicted
But I'll grow roots even deeper
You taught me to keep my doors open
For the next wolf hop in
And maybe the next one will stay longer
Or a little sooner leave
It's all the same to me
For all the universe has taught me
Nothing ever last forever
But it's forever hidden in moments
Of shared happiness and even suffering.
#writersnetwork #pod @mirakee @mirakeeworld @readwriteunite @writersnetworkFor all the universe has taught me
Nothing ever last forever
But it's forever hidden in moments
Of shared happiness and even suffering.
-A firefly -
rukhsana
148w
If I shed my skin
Bare the stones within
Promise to embrace me still
For my scarred, tar black heart
Is cursed with
The intoxicating memory
Of your warmth.
©A Firefly -
rukhsana
152w
I'm not afraid of you,
I've held you in my arms some eons ago
Yet you still keep coming back to me
Like a child cursed, lost and
No one wants to find you
Lay bare your chest and
I'll lull you to sleep like you've done to me
I'm not afraid of you, solitude
But I'm no less cruel than the ones
Who locked you in the corners of their hearts
To be afraid, I must feel,
Forgive me, for I'm not afraid of you.
©Firefly -
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rukhsana
156w
I'm the avalanche
Hidden in the breath of spring
Piercing shards of warmth.
©tigresslionheart -
rukhsana
156w
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I'm slipping
Into the cracks of darkness
Darling, hold me but soft
For fragile I am, I'm not insane yet
Running from a ravaged truth' clutches
In this pit of your heart
That doesn't cease to churn
I'm but a minor chord
I struck as not a wave
A rippleless drop, I'm not to be yearned
Dearest, forget me, not with tears shed
For I'm a euphoria maddened
But leave the black Lilies
In the barren fields of your heart
For the stillborn love we had
You were my dearest poison
I bore holes dripping down your chest
Hold me one last time we'll become a supernova
A destruction so beautiful,
We're a cathedral of corrupted angels.
-A Firefly
#writersnetwork #readwriteunite #mirakee #pod @writersnetwork @readwriteunite @mirakee.
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rukhsana
156w
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I'm lost among the horrid tales
Where the cumbersomely fabricated reality,
Don't feast on the bones the time;
In the land in the shape of dreams,
I lazily drift into serene insanity;
I'm still the anomaly,
In this world stranger to gravity,
Where shadows speaks through the light,
And air whispers a devilish grin,
My heart is still under it's chains' scrutiny;
The constellations above offended,
I'm a being of dirt with its body starred,
Melancholy accompanies me come aurora,
Hope walks with me through my moonlight' graveyard
I'm a being imagination disregards;
In a land in the shape of dreams,
Euclidean has failed me,
I'm still lost in these realities' fabrication,
Hold my head, and let me bleed insanity,
Let me speak in rhythms of heartbeat and march to my voice,
As I'm delivered from perfection.
-A firefly
#writersnetwork #readwriteunite #mirakee #pod @writersnetwork @mirakee @readwriteuniteI'm still lost in these realities' fabrication,
Hold my head, and let me bleed insanity,
Let me speak in rhythms of heartbeat and march to my voice,
As I'm delivered from perfection.
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thousand_splendid_thoughts
93w
Read MoreIf you are having any problem here or if you want to know the features of mirakee. You can ask.
Ps- if anyone wants to add any suggestion then you can.
Also there's this commendable initiative by @mystic_aahana where you can tag your posts under #genuine_readers . It's to help you if you are having problems with the reach thing.
Thank you for the repost��❤ @writersnetworkA guide for the newbie here
I will not be using any gaudy vocab here. It's a casual talk.
I have been here on mirakee for last two years. When I started writing here I was legit high on rhymes. Such cringe-worthy poems I have written. If I share those here I am pretty sure I would lose half of my followers. I lost contact from here for six or seven months and then came back to see mirakee totally changed. Many of my friends had deactivated their account.
Now coming to the point. I will be writing away some suggestions for you. If they don't show any result then please don't curse me *shows puppy eyes*
1. Read other mirakeeans- I have done this mistake in the past of not reading people here. Reading others not only indulges you with other mirakeeans but also helps in enhancing your skills. I started reading other's work and got to know that there's a world outside my 'rhyming cottage' too. Everyone has their own skills, their own way. You don't have to write like them to enhance yourself. You just have to see the representation, the vocab, the way they give references. Trust me it will help a lot. If you find any word out of your vocab then search it or write it somewhere. Don't ignore it.
2. (This point is for everyone) Don't stop writing- It's not the number of likes, reposts or praises which define your art. Your art is above that. It is meant to be cherished. I am here for the last two years and in that span, I never got a writersnetwork or mirakee repost. But I am still writing naa. It's the art which is meant to be concentrated, not the reach. You are in a huge misunderstanding if you think that by closing your account just because it's not getting that much reach, will help you. When I lost contact here, I very well know how difficult was it to do a comeback in the writing world. Mirakee mends your skills. You stay here. You write. You will further get to know more about your talent.
3. Friends - When I did a comeback I was with only two or three friends. I, a person who has been here for two years was without many friends then you are just doing a fresh start. You will get to know so many people here. Trust me mirakee is a very beautiful place. The people here are legit love. Don't demotivate yourself when you see people tagging their friends on 'tag your favourite people/writers'. Those posts are never to discourage you they are just to appreciate the fellow mirakeeans. You have to make yourself mentally strong.
4. No promotion- This point is not to hurt anyone. Don't ever write in the comments of others that 'read my post' or anything like that. Trust me as a writer I never like such messages. Especially when one sees the same comment in the post of many Mirakeeans. Tagging is enough.
5. Give credits- I have done this foolishness back then of not giving credits to the rightful owner due to lack of knowledge. Don't ever do that. Give credits and if you don't know the name of the owner then just write 'by unknown writer'.
©thousand_splendid_thoughts -
ivy___
152w
Read More@writersnetwork @mirakee
She give my depression a bed to sleep and whisper the care to my fire.
My piece to Lana's song plus i have used her song lines too so yes that is why a DEBUT.Concussion like Lana Del Rey
"I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
24/7 Sylvia Plath
Writing in blood on the walls
'Cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad.
Don't ask if I'm happy, you know that I'm not
But at best, I can say I'm not sad"
I plunge a corkscrew in my wind pipe
To say no more than to know less
I screamed the disorder between the breast
In the grave of thinking i might feel the sound of emptiness
But i have the concussion like Lana's poetry
Keeping my doctors at boundaries
Tip toeing in Morse Code
Sending the results in tarotcards and i cant deny but see the comic side of hope.
I have this song in my ears more than the love whispered its appearance in my holes.
I ovened these thoughts in my head little less than Sylvia Plath.
What shadow owned that sun couldnt reach,
I have this estimations in the weathers I conquered.
Spectator I am, whose
Claps never reached the ears of mortal and i see you walking by crossroads my body made.
I have seen unhealthy conspirancies with every hello i get.
"Born of confusion and quite collusion mostly I've known"
-ru -
When trust shatters, art tethers it again.
©chaotic_phrases -
He always touched me
like the sunflowers
yawning on a sunny day.
It felt pure.
I perhaps never blushed
into shades of yellow.
Those butterflies stealthily
borrows love that is soaked
inside its petals.
He used to gaze at me like
it's 29th of February and
would miss me like the life
had became an incomplete
chapter since years.
I severely burnt all the desires
whilst he consumed all of
my thoughts.
These dates turned into ashes
and I forgot whether beauty
looked raw or divine.
I whispered goodbye and
let silence to survive alone.
It happens like a downfall
and skies cried out aloud.
This love you saw was
perfection. Fragrance of
petrichor. Mochaccino with
extra chocolates. Pleasure
won't let them go.
©chaotic_phrases -
my_cup_of_poetry
152w
Read MoreTo the M E N :
( looking for fair faced women )
Your mother bled pain for four days every month and risked her life to give you birth, and when she held you for the first time she called you her life irrespective of the skin tone you carried but all you learnt to see after opening eyes is a fair face.
// You look into the mirror and she calls you a prince standing beside but all I see is disgust //
To the W O M E N :
( looking for fair faced men )
Your father's skin tone is not what he was born with. He gave up on his looks to gather comforts for you and he smiled the widest, called you beauty the first time you curled your fingers around his , irrespective of the colour of your skin. He taught you love and all your eyes learnt was facial beauty.
// Keep looking for a fair skinned man and I will tell you that loyalty and love has no colour. Disgrace has, the one you are painting yourself in //
To A N Y O N E :
( mocking others on skin tone )
When was the last time you uplifted a person with your words. I see it never happened because all your words learnt is pushing someone down. Did you know words coming out of your mouth smells like filth and so do you.
// You paint your room in white and paste a picture a picture of snow white but someday if you fall in a pit, you will hold any hand that comes for help. Helping hands have no colour, right? //
To the P E O P L E :
( in fairness products business )
Your advertisement is running on all channels. Keep taking sips of pride and never count the number of people for whom you constructed a hell by erasing reason and scribbling garbage on society 's brains.
// Victory has a colour too that you will never see because you failed each time someone felt inferior because of you //
To the W O M E N and M E N :
( who ever felt less because of skin tone )
You are an art. Only an artist shall know your value. But don't wait, become one yourself. You have infinite colours in you so paint yourself in the shade you like.
// The next time they tell you to not pick a very bright colour, wear yellow. Become the sun they can never match their eyes with //
©sakshi
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Even if this writeup makes a percentage change in anyone's life I will be happy so do let me know. And if you have never discriminated people based on skin tone I am proud of you.
Long. But worth a read.
| 25th July , 2019 |
It will be remembered :') , thank you @mirakee for making this POD..
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leaderofthelandslide
155w
Read MoreDid draw inspiration for this from many sources.
#mirakee #unabridgedjournalLong gone the dream!
timeless dilemma of
ending time and
crashing myself
into the eventual
nights, that last
longer
when the poison
is devoid.
so why
not waste myself
for some good of the
underworld, where
dead beneath
the madness,
our dreams lie?
rushed our naive
selves, into everything
that is not, and now
adulthood on us,
sheds its
pitiful cries.
is the dream
inearthed or has it
flown far from
the running circles?
has it looped out of
the running conundrum of
childhood and
its rough rejections
for the misfits as i?
maybe its gone, and
gone for good, but what
should i do on the
nights i need it?
not to revere, but to
remember the dread,
not to feel it, but
numb it, again.
let the crippled child
rest with the dream
planted in its head,
but the dirt
coursing off in
mine, shall polute
the earth with the fear of
kissing the concrete
and juxtaposing the
juvenile.
when, i lie all above the rush,
when, i lie six feet beneath.
©avnisonkar -
jynxfrostbyte
156w
Wishing Upon Stars
I'm that odd ball
that wishes upon stars
that don't fall
because I hope to shine
like the brightest star.
©jynxfrostbyte -
mirrorsandfeelings
156w
Read More"It's not about the rejection Clark.
It's what comes after it that's painful.
The fact that you are so used to thinking about her every night and you don't feel right when you do it anymore.
The fact that you are so habituated to imagining them while listening to songs that every song you now hear is about them. But now it's all pain that you feel.
The fact that when she is right in front of you and you want to hug her so tight that there is no space for atoms between you anymore but you can't because you are two universes apart now.
The fact that everything you did for her is somehow linked to her now and you remember her whenever you do it. But you have to. Though it kills you slowly like mercury.
The fact that you've filled her so much in you that you don't feel like yourself anymore. You just feel like a lifeless piece of meat."
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The thing that's painful about rejection is not rejection itself. It's what follows it that's painful. What happens after that is what hurts us and breaks our hearts. Sometimes it's too much to take.
#love #world #depression #pain #breakup #rwu #love #mirrorsandfeelings #writersnetwork #depression @alluring_tulip @saphaira @iammusaafiir @poemsandfeelingss @carolyns_lovenotes_and_reposts @tomorrow_is_amazing @writedilse @wordlustitude @tigresslionheart @letswrite000
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ghoulfrost
165w
Read MoreCan you hear the wind?
Do you hear its song;
The song of the forest and all the children she's lost?
Children she lost to the fire, children she lost to the blade:
The fire that consumes all without mercy, and the blade that marks all without distinction.
Mercy that men sing of the mouth of death:
Death that forgets none and forgives all.
Can you hear the whistles and the chirps of the birds?
Birds that once sang happily but now scamper in the wind.
Wind that blows from every direction towards what; we do not know.
What we do not know ofttimes causes fear to have its seeds sown
Seeds that rise from fickle saplings to rise into mighty oaks.
Oaks that once grounded now tower over all our hopes.
Hope is something wanted but to the lost, one must never show
Loss is at its strongest when the jungle of despair is born from withered hopes.
Can you see the leaves rustle?
Can you see the hills tremble?
Does the hill remember vaguely when once it was a pebble
Pebbles that came together to build themselves a home
A home that grew so large that it became a great mountain
A mountain that fed itself off the blood of the men it had thrown off
Blood spilled, both pure and tainted as the sky heard their death throes
Now the sky has come to claim its own;
Can you hear its mourning moans?
Can you feel the earth rising?
Can you feel its core as it stirs?
It stirs an uprising,
As it spews the bones of the dead.
The dead that once were creatures, some big and some so small;
Creatures that died frightened, oh the earth, it swallowed all.
Now the giants, they have been woken from a slumber ten thousand years long
And now the wind is howling with the wolves as it sings the forest song.
Did you listen to me when I cried out?
Did you hear me tell you my tales?
Tales of the ones you banished, stories of my people you had slain
Can you see the sea twirling?
Oh Mother, she must be mad
For you killed every single one of her children
And left this behemoth to fall
Now hear me sing you a lullaby, this humble giants song
For once the forest was empty and I am the last of the giants,
But soon I will be no more.
©ghoulfrost
#creature @mirakee @writersnetworkCan you hear the wind?
Do you hear its song;
The song of the forest and all the children she's lost?
Children she lost to the fire, children she lost to the blade:
The fire that consumes all without mercy,
and the blade that marks all without distinction.
Mercy that men sing of the mouth of death:
Death that forgets not and forgives all.
©ghoulfrost -
enigma_penfriend
156w
Being born and dying is monotonous
Every one comes and leaves
No matter which way you die
You'll be dead someday
And all of this would not matter after that
But everything matters before that
Don't let THAT BEFORE be monotonous.
©enigma_penfriend
