#conflict

278 posts
  • scaredycat 3w

    Scrolling

    It's those posts on social media referencing undying devotion
    To that one special person in your life,
    u know the ones that start with
    "he's a real man if..." Or "loving u was beyond my control..."
    That simultaneously
    make me wanna heave
    and miss u all over again.
    It's those little reminders
    Reminding me That I'm all alone
    and that you're not all alone
    That dig into me something fierce.
    Sometimes I take a good long look at where I'm right now
    and become all consumed thinking
    for what's propably a foolishly long time about what you might be doing
    right now.
    It's already knowing
    That if you were to catch me,
    Right where you left me,
    Sitting in my car at 2am
    smoking a cigarette in the dark,
    My makeup all done up,
    boots still neglegently untied that i still have absolutely know where to be,
    You''d greet me with that look of disgust youd get when you were reminded that I didn't turn out to be all you had dreamed me to be.
    You''d hesitate cause inside you'd be struggling with feelings of pity
    That I never wanted you to feel,
    and guilt that you will always believe you don't deserve to feel.
    It's the completely ridiculous fact that
    Im still missing you like yesterday you And I were good and you would insist I call youl my own,
    And today Is the first day I'm forced to on without you because you Decided that your life would be better off without me in it And no matter what I promised you, your mind was made up.
    The only promise you wanted me to keep was to let you go.
    It's the words I hear with my inner ear still spoken in your voice
    In that tone I never got to hear you use again and accepting that in between each time I get to hear my mind speak to me in your voice it's becoming a little bit harder to hear despite my efforts to pack them away safely, or so I thought, into that box of memories that when remembered will always hurt me the most.
    Regardless.
    I hope you're good.
    I really do hope you're doing really good.
    I'm not saying that because I truly mean it,
    honestly I just say that cause those stupid posts on social media
    About heartbreak and moving on
    Said i should.
    ©scaredycat

  • madalasa 4w

    Conflict

  • absynth 11w

    romance to love

    Romance is a road to love
    Love with its fragile forevers
    Forevers like potholes on the road
    Road on which drunk hearts walk
    Walk till they start to run
    Run till they trip over theirs heads
    Heads that are shaken by the brains
    Brains that always try to explain
    Explain the dangers lurking at the horizon
    Horizon with an illusionist sun
    Sun which blinds the hearts with colors
    Colors that heal the pain
    Pain which the hearts will feel again
    Again when they trip and bleed
    Bleed to know that they can still feel
    Feel the touch of romance
    Romance in search of love.
    ©absynth

  • _ashes 11w

    It's a simple conflict
    But with no right answer..

    Do you listen to the brain or your heart ?
    ©_ashes

  • randomvariable 12w

    Conflict

    I am young,I am old
    I am ugly,I am beautiful
    I am bold, I am shy
    I am sad,I am happy
    I am weird,I am normal
    I have been bought,I have been sold
    I am hard-faced, I am gone
    I am hate, I am love
    I am nightmare,I am dream
    I am like you,I am like me
    Sometimes it's normal to be vulnerable
    Sometimes it's normal to be insecure
    Be yourself, Be truthful
    Just say what's in your mind.

  • antarraal 12w

    It always start with an irrelevant thing
    a conflict between two hearts or two nations,
    but the result changes the world forever.


    ©antarraal

  • sketcher 12w

    (Un)Kiss my problems away

    Every conflict is resolved with our bodies pressed together
    Silencing our words to breathless dancing of our tongues
    Working our sweet nothings to push away the matter of the time
    Breathe hitting our ears
    Hand curling our hairs
    We scratch every problem clean
    With my nails on your back
    Patterns of rough love
    With the smell our sweats together
    The high of our intertwined hands, pressed bodies
    The wave of pain coursing through the want of pleasure
    We always find a way out of the problem
    Through our souls mixed inside out
    Words of sorry and excuses muttered against our lips
    Us eating eachother words and replacing them with cry of want and need
    The need of this high
    For I don't know the tomorrow
    But this right now is scaring me
    For I want words to solve our problems
    Not the waves of pleasure, not the desperate acceptance against our skins
    But with delicate love of words
    Than aggressive expression of need to forget the conflict


    ©sketcher

  • theshatteredpiecess 16w

    I guess I'm just to lazy to write.
    For my mind is like a home
    to so many thoughts and emotions.
    Sometimes I'm too busy in the moment
    And sometimes I'm just trapped in my head.
    Writing to me has become a trigger I guess.
    It makes me wander my dark thoughts at times,
    And other times I feel like drowning in chaos.
    My head feels like a mess,
    And my emotions a blur.
    They are like a collage with pictures Overlaid.
    Sometimes just too much.
    So much that despite all the emotions in me,
    I just stand there numb.
    Screaming so loud with no one to hear.
    Trying to find an escape that probably doesn't exist.
    I guess I'm just to lazy to write,
    Because writing is like the tomb to my emotions.
    Emotions that are buried deep inside,
    And are supposed to stay that way.
    ©theshatteredpiecess

  • rahulkashyap123 17w

    Ramayana lesson

    ❝ रामायण में, लक्ष्मण ने सुपर्णखा की नाक काट दी थी। अगर यह आज के समय में किया होता, तो वह जेल में होता।
    और फिर यह कहना कि रावण गलत है। रावण ने क्या गलती करी ? सीता को हाथ तक नहीं लगाया।
    ये गलत है! उनको हाथ नहीं उठाना चाहिए था ना, बात कर लेता ❞ ..
    ©rahulkashyap123

  • loftydreams101 17w

    Death on the Eve of Battle

    We were there,
    For the final heave of her chest,
    To see a dynasty fall
    Glittering, reclaimed by the dark
    ~
    Her many sons and daughters
    Some mourned from afar
    Some quaked to avenge
    Some hurried her collapse
    Some fell by her side
    ~
    From here on she’s a stranger
    Bruised and hollow
    Her cracked bones serrated
    Clawing from the inside
    ~
    From here on the ungrateful
    Will sing of our loss,
    Young fools in revolt
    Against the source of their breath

    © 2021 William Wright, Jr.

  • emily_cjw 18w

    Conversational Burnout

    Crackle... Crackle... Hiss—
    Hearing the fire in her heart go out.
    The negative feelings pouring down,
    Yet another round of burnout.

    Watching her turn away,
    My voice drier than the summer drought.
    Her eyes full of things she wants to say,
    As I stood frozen feeding doubt.

    ©emily_cjw

  • thesagacontinues07 18w

    Internal fight

    These weeks and days seemingly pass by,
    Easily within a blink of an eye.
    Everyday is stagnant, each second is adamant,
    To not go in a second, but to stay and reckon,
    The peaceful thoughts, it has erupted fine,
    Within the painful slots of corrupted times,

    Waking up in the morning just to go to bed
    Rather than living this way I'd prefer death instead
    When the silence speaks, the violence becomes obsolete
    The license to squeal gets rather inutile completely.

    I'm fighting myself, writing dichotomous stories,
    One where I'm well, while the other version is enraged in fury.
    It's tough to decide, who wins inside,
    It's rough to determine, do I live or die.

    Starting again from scratch,
    I can't believe I'm again on this track,
    I let myself go down,
    Non intentionally but knowingly somehow.

    I'm tired of running away,
    Thought I had it all figured out,
    I've stopped to chase,
    The dreams that I was once mad about.

    Maybe I am my own enemy, I kill myself obnoxiously,
    I have grown sick of the heavenly feeling that I've chased tirelessly.
    In the entirety, I am the flower that dies early,
    This garden of Life discarded me, maybe in my fate I had fatality.

    In a forest field, my branch of thoughts get mixed between them.
    Which of the trunk is mine, I fail to root back to the stem.
    The trees of hope I grow and let them die in self loathing,
    Proves to be annoyingly difficult everytime, because it's disappointing.

    The only difference is that I wish myself hell and well and life with good intentions,
    We both wish for the same, but one never could come right back with new conventions..
    It's only a how's town and not goes' town, coming back from there is never an option for any being.
    Like the house towns seen as ghost towns as the exact same thing.

    ©thesagacontinues07

  • theshatteredpiecess 21w

    Strange how I'm sure,
    I'll hate love because I'll have to unlove you.
    It's not that I don't want you, now or always;
    But the fact about how we're.
    Our relation is like that of some unharnessed
    power.
    It can be so pure yet so destructive.
    Like that of a chemical
    That may go unstable with the difference of a single variable.
    It's strange because love like ours,
    Is rare to witness.
    But we're so close and yet so distant.
    You're mine and still you're not mine.
    We say we love each other,
    In ways we can't even think of,
    But why can't I feel it?
    Love is about uncertainties,
    But uncertainties that make you question your value in someone's life?
    Funny, how I believe in words more.
    Because every time you look at me ,
    And say you're sorry; I tend to believe.
    For each time I've let you in,
    You've let me down.
    And as much as I hate to agree,
    Maybe we're not meant to be.
    I always said you were my safe place,
    My home.
    But why do I feel like I'm a guest each time I enter now.
    The feeling that I don't belong.
    I love you with all my heart.
    But Strange how I'm sure,
    I'll hate love because I'll have to unlove you.
    ©theshatteredpiecess

  • sarahrachelea 25w

    Rest in peace every night is always much more better than rest in peace after your death

    ©sarahrachelea

  • manisha_rameshbabu 28w

    Inside me
    I have a
    Million of words
    Left UNspoken

    Inside me
    I hold
    Hundreds of emotions
    Left UNexpressed

    Inside me
    I try to
    Bury alive
    Plenty of feelings
    Left UNshared

    Inside me
    Echoes a
    Number of questions
    Left UNanswered

    And all this UN
    Keeps haUNting
    Me deep inside

    I want to
    Escape this UN
    Maybe if I do
    My words
    Maybe spoken
    My emotions
    Maybe expressed
    My feelings
    Maybe shared
    My questions
    May be answered

    But also
    In this process
    The word haUNting
    May become hating
    And I don't
    Want to be hated.

    Thoughts inside an introvert. Please repost if you like it.
    Introverts could relate it��
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    WAR WITHIN AN INTROVERT

    I did not want any
    Conflict with the world.
    Little did I know
    I ll be fighting
    A war within myself.
    With me on both ends
    I wonder who will
    Win this battle.

    ©manisha_rameshbabu

  • keithallencovell 29w

    Break Them Apart and Step Away

    Break them apart
    And step away
    Part from their faces
    The looks
    The questions

    What in the world
    Do I have to do
    To get some damn respect
    From one of these girls?
    Those judging stares

    Ask me some more questions
    About how I move about
    I can be obsessive about myself
    I sometimes have self-doubt
    Leave me to be to my own

    I feel like deleting you and you
    and you and you
    and you and you and you
    and you
    Cause you cost too much

    ©keithallencovell

  • miss_lyra 29w

    The Staring Stranger

    I didn't recognize her,
    she stared back anyways.

    But I didn't know her.
    She was working so hard to smile

    I could tell it hurt her,
    her eyes showed sorrow,
    pain easily read inside them.

    I wanted to help-
    but it was impossible.
    I couldn't stand there any longer

    I walked away,
    before I broke the mirror.

    To set that girl free
    on the other side.

    ©miss_lyra

  • mystical_myth 30w

    Since childhood..I have seen my parents fighting and conflicting..

    So now..
    I hate couples who fight
    and Get jealous of those who don't.



    ©mystical_myth

  • shayne366 31w

    My whole body is shutting down
    When I fell to the ground
    I'm seeing blurry visions
    I can't even think straight
    My mind is lost somewhere
    Could I please get it back
    But each time I tried to reach
    I kept on getting attacked
    This life that I'm living for
    Is caught up in conflict
    I hope I could express myself
    Without becoming a target
    ©shayne366

  • dikshaaverma 37w

    I feel that whenever someone tries to motivate you .. it makes u feel pressurized.. and it kills ur inner inspiration..
    #motivation #inspiration #irony #conflict #selfhate #anxiety #depression #stress #pressure

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    I feel
    Motivation kills Inspiration

    ©dikshaaverma