#Survivor

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  • taytay_nicole424 19h

    *Sexual Assault Trigger Warning read at your own risk*

    "Aren't you afraid to let them show"
    What's there to be terrified of
    Each crack in my foundation
    Contains a different story of my life

    Hidden deep in this jagged line
    Lies my sobbing childhood
    Poisoned by dads draped in Captain Morgans and fierce anger
    Tainted by Epstein creeps and Barbie perfect bullies

    Here within this gaping one
    Lies my traumatized 2016 Summer
    Tormented by an ex who didn't care for the meaning of "no"
    Haunted by a first true friend taken too soon

    The final one I'll dare to present
    Lies grieving countless years wasted on a first love decieving Prince Charming
    Confused by Sour Patch Kid words
    Torn apart by sweet and sour memories

    So you see
    I'm not ashamed of these imperfections marring my heart
    Each contributed into the shaping of me
    Creating a warrior, a true survivor

    #scarsofmylife #scars #memories #mystory #dark #deep #feels #warrior #survivor #tough #unbreakable #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #poet #poem @miraquill @writersnetwork

    Thank you to all of y'all who reposted my poem it means a lot to me<3

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    Scars of my life

    Confused by Sour Patch Kid words
    Torn apart by sweet and sour memories
    ©taytay_nicole424

  • taytay_nicole424 20h

    *Sexual Assault Trigger Warning read at ur own risk*

    I'm nothing more than a mere painting
    Tarnished by your touch
    You took all these beautiful colors I once harbored
    Splattered them across my canvas
    Ruining the once beauty and brightness of my soul
    Now when I look at this art I call my body
    I see nothing more than the scarring smears you left behind
    Forever taunting me
    Always reminding me that my purity was never truly mine

    #painter #wod #ruinedcanvas #rape #feels #metoo #sexualassault #victim #survivor #warrior #struggling #drowning #deep #dark #cruel #art #depressed #ptsd #writer #poetry #poem #poet #mirakee #miraquill #writersnetwork @miraquill

    *I want to give a very grateful thank you to @writersnetwork for reposting my poem, it truly means so much to me<3

    *Giving another grateful thank you to everyone who reposted my poem, just knowin that y'all enjoy my poems enough to share them just makes my day:)

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    Ruined Canvas

    When I look at this art I call my body
    I see nothing more than the scarring smears you left behind
    ©taytay_nicole424

  • sugandh_ankahi 4w

    Survivor

    I've breathed storm and
    I've burnt the night ,
    I'm not gonna kneel down ,
    so show me your best fight
    My poems don't rhyme
    and I don't care ,
    I relish darkness,
    try burying me, I dare.
    Sunk in my veins, running too deep ,
    My attitude is the only armor my bones gonna need .
    I lick my pain , I own my wound ,
    I am not tired ,
    let's have one more round
    Don't just dip your fingers ,
    I won't let you ,
    I am the sea, I will consume you.
    Not here to cry, not here to whine ,
    I 'll keep smiling ,cos Its not a crime.
    it may not my day or my year to shine ,
    But I am survivor ,
    will last till the end of time.
    ©sugandh_ankahi

  • deadlittlesongbird 5w

    Pathetic

    Walking along the riverbank with you
    When I was young.
    Oh, how I once idolized you.

    Tears pooled around the corners of my mouth
    Before dripping onto clasped hands,
    Listening to your your pain, your traumas.

    I laughed with you, cried with you
    Let my guard down around you.
    How much of this was a lie?

    You should have shot yourself
    With the rifle you pointed at my face.
    Taste the tears, lead, and bitter fear.

    I mourn for you, who you once were.
    Never able to truly grow up,
    A beaten sad boy, forever.
    ©deadlittlesongbird

  • gwencanfield 12w

    Social Masks

    But please hear what I've been thinking
    If we all could but agree
    To one big great and honest unmasking
    We could then all but see
    That we are all made with a little of both
    The holy and the unclean
    The comedian was once pied piper
    He would sell his jokes with a frown
    Just like a modern day circus
    Hidden in the painted on mask of its clown
    Those masks are all but anime
    A farce told clear in truth,
    The truth that we all wear masks as well
    Secrets of our own making we wear
    Its in the comedians jesters that we find
    Him holding the only real nugget of truth
    That once popped like a kernel of popcorn
    It becomes a more apparent
    And more deeply rooted and seed of truth
    The poets and bards of long ago
    Learned that that was easier
    To tell the audience the actual naked truth
    Hidden behind the mask of joker
    Because as we all joined in laughter
    We don't realize our masks run clear
    Leaving us open and laid bear
    Cause our laughter acknowledges as truth
    What we already knew inside as truth
    But were so humanly afraid of its light
    Scared that it must be a blinding guise
    Or something that if others see
    We'll be made fun of or lose class in society
    So we assume that since our sinful
    Nature, chained with the knowledge
    Of good and evil, was exposed as much darker
    Than we're prepared to admit next to truth
    It gives us such disconcerting shame, we feel
    Like Adam and eve, naked and vulnerable
    And choose to cover it with masks
    Layers of shaded makeup, polite etiquette
    And a long list of human stupidity
    ©gwencanfield

  • melcus86 13w

    Like the sea moves 
    We move 
    Where no breath is needed
    And Soul connects without speaking
    Swimming to the deep 
    Into the depth 
    Of anything and everything 
    Between the two of us
    Symphonies melodies 
    memories and the music 
    Mesmerizing me every time 
    I see you moving 
    Bodies in motion 
    Wandering the vastness 
    Of the ocean 
    Where wet is living 
    And living gets messy 
    Energy says everything 
    Never said 
    Telepathically sent
    Connectivity 
    Of another realm 
    So soft and gently done 
    We float off together hand and hand
    ©melcus86

  • skyenet 15w

    The wave

    A chill on your nape, a crawl on your spine, the vision transcends dimensions, time freezes, palms sweat, the only thing agog is your beating heart,
    Crest of the wave, you no longer feel your body, the soul for an infinitesimal moment hanging in ether.
    And just as your sanity appears to crack, the sweet sweet trough,
    Awashes you..
    Time unlocks,
    Your heart slows down almost abruptly,
    The vision shifts,
    The lights have turned green.
    ©skyenet

  • mariateresa 17w

    When I started sharing my writing publically almost 3 years ago, that was the moment my motto "Triumphing over Trauma" was born. Shining light into darkness, having the courage to be vulnerable by sharing my experience, strength and hope. We do heal, as long as we feel: Maria Teresa, Emotional Musings ��


    #writingcommunity #writersnetwork #mirakee #miraquill #truth #courage #triumphingovertrauma #thisisme #mytruth #authenticself #survivor #empowerment #healing #raiseyourvoice #feelingishealing #human #humanity mystory

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    Triumphing over Trauma

    Inner whispers of mystery speak
    While leaning into feelings so deep
    Observing as they come and go
    Holding onto the belief that with time abundance will grow
    No need to feel shame or worry
    Rainbow aura keeps me shielded when intuition is blurry
    Instincts sharpened by experience, teaches me to carry on
    Passionate heart is the vehicle that drives me towards dawn
    When darkness threatens to shut out the Light
    Ranges of emotions are the waves I surf at night
    "Triumphing over Trauma" as my battle cry
    Accepting this truth becomes my only guide

    ©mariateresa

  • neeraja 18w

    Penniless and broken,
    A man came between his thoughts and desire,
    Unshakeable by his dying hopes,
    He stared at burnt-out stars and half smiling moon,
    Waiting for night to end and sun to shine,
    Alas! The beholder didn't know that was last glowing light of the night
    ©neeraja

  • broken_glass_words 21w

    Crumble

    Bones breaking under his weight
    Screams muffled by his palm
    Heart shattering from his words
    Eyes showering from the pain
    Arms shaking from pushing uselessly
    All of her hope for freedom ends in vain
    For she would never forget this night
    Never get rid of the feel of his touch
    The scars on her neck
    She would always see the bruises
    Always hear him saying awful things
    Words that would haunt her at night
    Words that would kill her every day
    And she cries knowing
    She'd never be the same
    ©broken_glass_words

  • broken_glass_words 22w

    Haunted

    The ghost of your touch
    Traces every inch of my body at night
    The ghost of your words
    Fills my ears with painful whispers
    The ghost of your prying eyes
    Watch me even under the blankets
    How could you do this to me?
    How could you leave me with a demon
    That haunts my every second?
    Watch
    ©broken_glass_words

  • broken_glass_words 22w

    Memories

    You gave me sleepless nights
    You caused hopeless fights
    You made me stop believing
    You gave me lose my life
    You caused these nightmares
    You made me hate myself
    Blame myself
    Lose myself
    In these memories
    ©broken_glass_words

  • broken_glass_words 22w

    Fallen

    Knock me down
    And take my hope with you
    Tear me down
    And destroy my everything
    Rip me up
    And blame it on my clothes
    Crumple my bones
    And fill me with nightmares
    Take my last hopes
    And kill them with a touch
    Leave blood on the leather
    Like you did that day
    And break me apart

  • broken_glass_words 22w

    Blame

    The disgust in your eyes
    Felt like knives to my soul
    The menace in your glance
    Hit like a storm to my home
    The way you blamed it on me,
    Were disgusted by me,
    Claimed it was all an attention play
    Makes me believe it was my fault
    Was it all my fault?
    Maybe I'll never know.
    ©broken_glass_words

  • 7secondsauthor 22w

    My Creations

    As of 14 August 2021, I have 23 original songs in 4 languages, 1939 English poems, 5 novels (3 editions of the same story and 2 more books), 1 poetry book, and 1 thesis (on Molecular Cloning, Sequence Characterization and Relative Expression of Bovine Trefoil Factors).
    ©Atul Kaushal

  • czarcasm 24w

    Apocalypse

    Little doll upon the wall

    Why do you cry our to me

    Silent the tears that speak your anguish

    I can't understand you

    What is it


    This house looked abandoned

    As I approached in the rain

    Dead silent


    But the feeling of something watching me

    Unnerving

    I couldn't stand it


    I know it wasn't the doll watching me

    Her eyes were distant

    As if seeing behind the earthly plane

    As if seeing through me


    It made me want to turn and see what was behind me

    Something told me not to

    Something inside me said run

    Don't look back


    I ran

    Busting through the front door

    Into the rain

    The feel of soft soil under the small layer of water

    Almost comforting


    It took all I could just to stand up


    I'd rather wait by the car than try to find a phone in that house

    Impossible

    And nothing could make me step back inside


    For a split second I had seen something

    Behind me in the reflection of glass

    And I didn't like what I had seen


    But the smell of rotten flesh confirmed it

    And I had left all my guns in the car

    Careless


    I hopped to my feet and turned around

    Grabbing a branch off the ground

    The best way to stop a zombie is to sever the head


    It was sad that they had made it this far out here

    Past the cities

    Amazing


    A virus this strong it was knocking humanity almost out of existence

    We still had no cure

    I embraced to swing as it finally stumbled into sight

    This one had to be three months old


    Skin on their face hanging in spots by sinew that had lost its color

    And in some spots-

    I didn't want to go there

    Each one of these things used to be someone's child

    Someone's mother


    Some people were just lucky that they didn't have to kill their own parents

    After an infection over takes a household

    And your mother begs on her knees for mercy

    Begs for you to kill her so she could be with her husband

    Who had bitten her

    While she was painstakingly turning

    Before my eyes


    She begged me with every last bit of humanity left

    And she mean it

    The turning is enough to kill what humanity is left inside

    I pulled the trigger when she jumped

    No longer human


    My father days past expired

    Followed after

    My sister had died with the virus

    Sometimes it turns you

    Sometimes you just die

    Every organ in your body degrading in mere hours

    She didn't have a chance


    Out of us all only I remained

    The last of my bloodline


    The now dead zombie reminded me of the continuous plague upon this earth

    Everyone has lost someone

    Or even themselves

    It's amazing I'm still whole

    If the remaining survivors only knew

    I'd be a lab rat


    It reminded me of the videos they showed

    At the beginning of the outbreak

    When they were kidnapping anyone assured

    Immune

    People like me

    People unable to be infected or altered

    But retained the strength of the infected


    I put my powers and humanity to good use

    I stepped back into the thick mud and looked up at the house

    Even if immune you could get a nasty infection from a bite

    Immunity doesn't protect you from onset infection

    Especially when enzymes in their saliva prevented your body from healing


    I was cautious to go into the house

    What if she had a daughter

    A baby

    A husband

    What if she was the last to go


    Such dreaded thoughts entered my mind with every house I passed

    Every time I saw a swing set

    A diamond ring

    A photo


    I didn't know how long I had left on this cursed planet

    But I would fight with every breath

    To rid this world of the Undead

    Until I am dead

    Myself
    ©czarcasm

  • myspilledink 24w

    Tranquil Ray

    Tearing the fabric she drape
    You bruised her soul when rape
    Comporting worst than an ape

    Now upon every touch she flinch
    After the traumatic incident on linch
    That broke her entirely inch by inch.

    You think harmonizing her to convict shall amend?
    Cure her scars and do her some mend?
    You are pushing her towards an end.

    To Heal her pieces shattered apart
    Hold her hands allow her to take part
    In every of the festive and every art

    Let her feel your compassionate spray
    Like the results of the psalms she pray
    In judgemental space, be her tranquil ray.
    ©myspilledink

  • vidhya_writes 29w

    I am not a sufferer, I am a survivor and there is nothing to smash my stability.
    ©vidhya_writes

  • reshma_kausar_mohideen 29w

    DRIVERS OF LIFE.

    A phase of life where humans are being tested together,
    Be they of any religion, state, nationality or age no matter,
    We are all sinners, we ought to suffer as we've wronged a lot,
    On humanity, humans themselves have been the darkest blot.

    Our crimes have saturated to the extent, heavens rebuked,
    Earth couldn't bury within it's chest any more, it puked,
    Thus the noose of viruses hung from above to strangulate,
    To withdraw all at once, to wipe off clean, to evacuate.

    The wheel chairs of diseases have been accelerating,
    To push us into the deep sea of death, waves escalating,
    The hunters of speechless, murderers of greenery,
    Molesters of nature, joined hands now plea for mercy.

    Thus, their stethoscope pulled back the wheelchair of the deadly pandemic,
    U - Turn from the cliff of death, they have lent us the luxury of breathing again,
    The pressure to save lives with limited resources rendering them anaemic,
    But our ungratefulness and stupidity is causing their efforts to drain in vain.

    We can’t bear the suffocation due to a small piece of fabric on our face,
    And they sweat in their Pp equipments working faster than a clock's pace,
    Ignorant and mean us, only focus on their lavish life style and fat packages,
    Not on how they've wound around their scars the shroud of responsibilities as bandages.

    Re - writing the fate of humans with their tools and equipments, to rescue,
    Converting the apocalypse into semi -colon, the tales of human hood to continue,
    Playing with the buttons of ventilator, like a musician fidgets with his piano's key,
    They sing the chimes of life silencing the requiem, scissoring their own right to safety.

    ©reshma_kausar_mohideen

    #mirakee
    #mirakeeworld
    #writersnetwork
    #surgeons
    #survivor
    #victim
    #warrior
    #poem
    #doctors
    #medicos

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    DOCTORS - DRIVERS OF LIFE.

    ©reshma_kausar_mohideen

  • dee_kye 29w

    The wheelchair

    As the wheelchair,
    made its stroll,
    glares imprisoned her,
    profound pain, burnt ablaze,
    vivid shame shimmered sublime,
    the hospital, a wicked world,
    to outlive a life,
    was to die a thousand times.

    ©dee_kye
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