Mirakee
What should you do
When death feels
More easy than living.
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You got silent, and I tried
Then I got silent, and you tried.
Then we both got silent,
May be,
We realized
Loving each other is just not enough.
Maybe we are just not for each other.You got silent, and I tried
Then I got silent, and you tried.
Then we both got silent,
May be,
We realized
Loving each other is just not enough.
Maybe we are just not for each other.
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People can subdue you,
As long as you have the fear of loosing them,
Or the favors they gave you.
The moment you're liberated of this fear,
And are not owned by anyone and Start to Cherish being on your own,
No power in the world can subdue you.People can subdue you,
As long as you have the fear of loosing them,
Or the favors they gave you.
The moment you're liberated of this fear,
And are not owned by anyone and Start to Cherish being on your own,
No power in the world can subdue you.
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_itz_all_chaos_
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Your gender doesn't grant you respect.
Your social status doesn't grant you respect.
Your wealth doesn't grant you respect.
Respect is expensive thing,
Which can never be demanded but earned and exchanged by treating others in the same manner you desire to be treated.
Give respect and have respect!Your gender doesn't grant you respect.
Your social status doesn't grant you respect.
Your wealth doesn't grant you respect.
Respect is expensive thing,
Which can never be demanded but earned and exchanged by treating others in the same manner you desire to be treated.
Give respect and have respect!
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I know you don't love me
But that doesn't stop me from loving you.
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_itz_all_chaos_
2w
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Isn't it ironic?
That I spend all my time dreaming about you,
Whereas I,
Never cross your mind.Isn't it ironic?
That I spend all my time dreaming about you,
Whereas I,
Never cross your mind.
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Don't be dad's princess,
Be his pride!
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_itz_all_chaos_
2w
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Friends:
People who are not related to you by blood but understands you better than those related by blood.Friends:
People who are not related to you by blood but understands you better than those related by blood.
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_itz_all_chaos_
3w
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May be,
One day I would rain
The kind who's drop will wash my sadness away.May be,
One day I would rain
The kind who's drop will wash my sadness away.
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_itz_all_chaos_
3w
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You are addiction, sweetheart
Stronger than any drug I have ever been on.You are addiction, sweetheart
Stronger than any drug I have ever been on.
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The blazing glare of sun melted winter
on the hills and faded instantly.
I wish I could borrow it briefly to ignite
my soul of its warmth and burn away
the aged frost shaping my heart.
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tamanna3
6w
Read MoreIn the silence,
When no men are hunting,
Cries a wolf, for peace,
For freedom.
In its own dialect,
It asks for forgiveness,
Scavenging was never its choice,
But an ill-fated way of survival.
When it's dark enough,
Puts its guard down and cries,
Unknown of what awaits tomorrow,
Wails for its mother and abandoned herd.
The forest guard patrols,
Firearm in hand, he swerves,
To rid of poachers and let live,
The young wolf in its lone lair.
Someday when men came,
In numbers huge and guns many,
The lone wolf cried, in guilt not but grief,
When he saw the guard was but one of them.
A bullet pierced its heart then,
Tears from its sore eyes flowed without an end,
Men would be men, its final thought,
Made way through its last cry to the heavens.
Today cried another wolf,
Sibling of the deceased loner, they say,
Yet living among men, this time it was killed not,
For it's learned itself, the way of betrayal.
It cries still, but not for peace,
Nor forgiveness or freedom,
For it's become one of those men,
Whose name symbolize not it's denotation.
©tamanna3
A little old draft. #slogan #wod
Thank you @writersnetwork ❤️ much love :')Will the cry be heard before it's the last one?
The last cry shouldn't be the one,
But it's the only one that's heard.
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sillygirl12
9w
Read MoreSorry for the last post...!!
Because of some technical issues it was posted ,,,, ����
Close me in the cages or see my wings flying upto the ages .
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theinkdomain
9w
Read More#starsign #taurus #ceesreposts #writersnetwork #mirakee #writersbay
@readers_novella
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Thanks for the like @writersnetwork:)).
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I wiped the last tear,
held my brush,
tried painting you.
But destiny had some other plans
I forgot your face.
The only thing i could remember was
the touch of your soft hands,
the taste of your lips,
the warmth you brought with that one embrace,
how do i portray all this.
How do i manage to lock my love for you in this empty white canvas.
I angrily threw all the colors on the canvas, tried decorating them with my clumsy hands.
Colours like blue. Grey. White. Black.
It looks nothing like you, but the abstract art is all about feels.
The random colours feel exactly like your heartwarming presence and your heartwrenching absence.
I've lost the privilege to
touch you. feel you. love you.
So i cover the distances from my soul to your soul through words and colours.
I hide you in my poetries and lock you in my messy canvases.
You left ages ago, but I'm making you stay on my own way.
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whitewings
12w
We love being told what to do. And we love being forced to do it. We love feeling helpless and trapped and like a victim of circumstances we're born in. It's a soothing feeling... to not be held accountable for anything. To be in the passenger seat, in the journey of life. Because being driver means, owning up the responsibility for all that happens or has happened, since the beginning of time.
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whitewings
26w
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Forget men, even women of this generation cannot fathom the depth of the pain that our mothers and grandmothers have endured... in silence... in the name of virtue, in the name of religion, for the sake of honor, for the sake of their children. Entire humankind stands on the graves of the stifled sobs of countless women who spent an entire lifetime blackening their eyesight in smoke... who looked at the world through the hazy partition of a veil. Who lay like a corpse every night while their husbands or men who paid, or men who forced themselves... lay over them... releasing all their toxicity into her birth canal. The same birth canal that was to be the passage of generations to come. Maybe that is why we are a generation of sad and confused souls. Because we've come through that space. That canal... that birth canal that was abused. That birth canal that was shamed. That was used as a cuss word. That birth canal that was violated and molested. We've come through that narrow space and seen it's walls up close. We've seen the tears and lacerations there. We've seen with our own eyes, the bruises of a forced penetration. And our heart wails... wails with the pain of our mothers and grandmothers. We've heard the tales of the resilience and determination of our grandmothers, from the ovaries of our mothers... in utero. We've spent nine months listening to every incident that turned our great grandmothers from carefree toddlers to child brides. And maybe that is why deep down... in it's silence... our soul weeps. Because it remembers... somewhere in a previous lifetime... it was her story indeed.
©WhiteWingsMaybe that is why deep down... in it's silence... our soul weeps. Because it remembers... somewhere in a previous lifetime... it was her story indeed.
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whitewings
30w
Maybe my life will be a testimony,
how some longings can last a lifetime.
©whitewings
