Mirakee
A "Lost Cause"
Abandoned by a parent,
leaving both roles filled by the other.
Neglected
every other weekend;
Numbing the isolation
to normalcy;
Abandoning responsibility
to a nobody.
"It has always been this way."
A crave for love and attention,
never a time for healing.
The numbness to emptiness
easily replaced
with the next person,
the next person,
and the next.
Never giving time to register
nor reflect.
At a time
where he should be
at his prime,
he left countless
upon countless of growth
bottled and resigned.
Till the moment he was slapped
did he awoke to
a pain so intense,
reality on the fence,
wondering where he had
succumbed and lost his sense.
Pray tell if this lost soul
can ever be saved?
Or is it too late;
like everything in his life;
abandoned to vicious fate?
A "lost cause" to many,
his fight at a standstill;
Forever unsure
if his existence
ever had a will.
©scarletrose
#growingup
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scarletrose
3w
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Growing up
We grew up as children seeing the world with rose tinted glasses
Only being in the shade when the sun is bright
Usually playing till the evening passes into night
We never had to fight, fight all the bad that we never saw nor what people never told us about
For they painted it as a magically world that nothing ever goes wrong only right
Who knew they were such great artists enough to make us believe what they say is right
©sadar_ammar -
shaundele
7w
I'm used to you caring
Bear with me
I'm still learning to adjust
©shaundele -
From Childhood To Old Age
From childhood to old age
Were thrown many life lessons
Praying we make it through each stage
We form unexpected relationships
Some happy and loving others filled with sadness and rage During our darkest times we'll feel as though
We're locked trapped in a cage
Beginning to fight our way through and our
Journey we continue to engage
©_riaa_ -
absynth
8w
Read More#millenials #growingup #change #balance #contemporary #wod #crayonc
#writersbay
#writersofmirakee #mirakee #mirakeeRoar #pod #readwriteunite #wordporn #writersnetwork #writerscommunity #mirakeeapp #writers_paradise #writers_together #mirakeepost #mirakeefamily #mirakinity_mibe #writersunited #writersbureauMillenials
We are millenials
With lives both analog and digital.
We have a sparkle in our eyes
that hides the landscapes of changing times
Strewn with pixels and polaroids.
We have seen our childhood friends being replaced
by millions of followers online,
We have seen our favorite box of crayons
and the walls we scrawled on
Being replaced by a monitor then a flat screen
and watched those sakura shades blending
In with the neon lights.
We have nostalgic memories of shopping at Archie's
for greeting cards and gifts
Which fast forwarded too soon to the present times
Where birthday wishes were replaced with animated GIFs.
We watched the soapy bubbles we blew as kids
turn into the toxic smoke of cigarettes,
We watched as our hopes and dreams got tired of reality
and sought solace in simulation instead.
We watched as the love letters we once wrote on fancy paper
got swapped for a right swipe on tinder,
We knew a time when liking someone
was more than the click of a button.
We tread precariously between the tradition and the modern
Millenials we are, still figuring out fame from freedom.
©absynth66 5 13
- a_gentilischi "sought solace in simulation" That line hit hard
- margaret_anita Absolutely great!
- writersbay Genius.
- kin_jo Wow! I loved the way you wrote this. And so apt and true.
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theseenwriter_
9w
Read MoreThis poem speaks about how as we grow into young adults,we experience something completely different as to our imaginative thoughts of what adulthood would be.
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(The use of words like stung are just to represent the feeling and not to be taken quite literally :))
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My first poem in so long ah!
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#writing #poetry #writerofig #poets #poems #ballads #writercommunity #mirakee #thoughts #thoughtoftheday #poemoftheday #grief #sorrow #adulthood #poeticvibes #mellow #sorrow #flower #writersofmirakee #writingclub #writer #poetsclub #afulthood #growingupI grew up,
From a bud;
Blossomed to the flower that i am
I'd awaited this moment all my life,
But now i'm just stung by bees and wasps.
Was this the life i'd asked?
Through my life, i felt and plaint
The sorrows i'd brought to my constraint.
To my luck,i now realise that being a flower has it's very own plights!
©theseenwriter_ -
absynth
9w
darkling
Hey cry baby! Hush! Stop with the wailing
You are now a grown up so brace up my darling
Show me the smile you have been hiding
Face those fears you have been avoiding
No laddie no. No more dilly dallying.
Up on your feet now and start dancing
Before your innards start rusting
And your heart forever stops trusting.
Out there waits a new morning
Stop now with this ugly frowning
I know there's a sea of pain in which you are drowning
But there's a horizon ahead that keeps calling.
No mommy and daddy no. No more mollycoddling
Let the baby ignite his own kindling
He can do well without the meddling
For the darkness you see is his sibling.
©absynth -
Growing up
I've always hid the fact that
I loved childish whimsy
When parties are more relevant
Why admire a few seconds of flashing lights
When there's a whole night sky beyond?
©harlynnoelle -
dear younger me,
the journey from you to me is sad, but the present me is happy, so just hang in there.
-from your future self
©the_booknerd -
the_miss_x
11w
Read MoreLive long the kidhood time,
As adults we just lack some life.
#childhood #growingup #troubles of #life #memoriesOur Problems As Kids
Plucked a flower from the tree,
Said Mom, It's to you from me!
A bug, teasing o'er my palm..
As kids, we just flicked it away.
Now, silly are the games, overthought are talks..
As kids, we just laughed them away.
Two adults, fighting furiously.
As kids, we just kept away...
Any my age could call me friend,
That friendship was no tough to end;
Stressing for stones that fall my way...
As kids, we could kick them away.
Jerks and jolts, many may come
As kids, we just found our way!
---The_Miss.X (◕‿◕)
(acc. available on Instagram)
©the_miss_x -
its_archie
12w
You know what growing up is?
Growing up is letting go
Growing up is not giving up
Growing up is about sacrifices
Growing up is eating your words
Growing up is chewing your ego
Growing up is swallowing your pride
Growing up is fighting with your fear
Growing up is to accept that you're wong
©its_archie -
women_with_pen
13w
It's Time
It's time.
It's time that you cut off the toxic people from your life.
It's time you go beyond what is rife.
It's time you dare to choose that which is not hyped.
It's time you cluster up your words for a gripe.
But, along with it,
It's time you check up again if they are really toxic,
It's time you think maybe it's rife because it's right.
It's time your make your gripe in a way that it's acoustic.
Because it's really time,
When u ain't a kid no more
And your words and actions may hurt a few more
It's time.
©women_with_pen -
"The helping hand"
Dragging me to a beautiful path,
Thank you! dear haters.
Extending hand for moulding me,
Big salute! frenemies.
Standing by my side,
Supporting the way who I am,
Nurturing me to grow,
Noted deepdown inside my heart,
Always be remembered, dear ones.
©the_lil_dearie
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thenyctophile
14w
She is a Scar.
He defines her beauty, as a scar.
A sign, that she'd been hurt.
A sign, that she'd healed.
A sign, that she's been fighting deep.
A sign, that she's adorably and glowingly outgrown her inner beauty.
One world. Endless feelings.
This one hits rare.
©thenyctophile -
art_is_dead
16w
Read Morerewrote an old piece im happy uwu
#tumblr #growingup #sad #hope #wishful #life #mirakee #writersbayour bodies remain mortal but we do not
it's 3 pm and we're already crying - we're too tired to wait for the night so we let it out wherever we can - in college lawns with people everywhere and in restrooms of restaurants we've never been to before and in changing-rooms with way too many people waiting outside - we're so young and we already hate ourselves so much - we're too afraid to grow any older - our bodies ache so much already
we don't admit it often but we were holy once - we could still be
but we choose to fall instead - we choose to hurt and be hurt
our bodies are so numb and we're still running and running and running - they never taught us how to stop
we're drowning and we don't how to swim - no one's coming to save us but we really want to live -
so we learn to yell poems into our heads and we learn to scratch art onto our bodies and we learn to make them listen -
we learn to live and we cry and we vomit out last night's pain
we learn to make ourselves walk the streets alone but we are still so scared of the dark so we hold our own hands and we cry again and we are so loud - they do not hear us
we do not want to learn anymore - instead we try to remember what being holy felt like - we try to remember what being close to god felt like - what being close to ourselves felt like - but we do not -
we've fallen and we've hurt and we've been hurt
too many times now -
we now live but we forget and we live again and we forget again - we repeat the same days over and over and over again just to sell ourselves to people who've never once been kind -
we take up parts of ourselves and dip it in cold water - we want to wake up awake but we're so used to strangling ourselves to sleep
so we only sleepwalk
we're so scared of holding hands - we don't want to break them too
we look at ourselves on dirty mirrors and cracked windows - we sigh more than we breathe - we walk slower some days - we just take deep breaths on the others -
and some time between those, we like to wonder if some day we could return back to heaven
©art_is_dead -
Jynx
When we were young and something exciting was coming up, we waited for the day to come eagerly and played how it was going to be in our head.
Well that has now changed to getting skeptical and keeping ourselves from getting too excited because something might just go wrong!
Adulthood taught us, there is no gain without pain.
©suchetna -
art_is_dead
17w
Read More
it's just 3 pm and we're already crying - we're too tired to wait for the night - we let it out wherever we can - in college lawns with people everywhere and in restrooms of restaurants we've never been to before and in changing-rooms with way too many people waiting outside - we're so young and we already hate ourselves so much - we're too afraid to grow any older - our bodies ache so much already
we were promised so many things
and we're still promised so many more - it's miserable and it's so pathetic and we still listen
our bodies are numb and we're still running - they never taught us how to stop
we're drowning and we don't know how to swim - no one's coming to save us but we really want to live -
so we learn to yell poems in our heads and we learn to scratch art on our bodies and we learn to make them listen to us - we learn to live and we are crying still and we learn to walk the streets alone and we are holding hands still and we learn to sleep without a body next to us and we need people to hug us still and we learn to grow up and we need to believe in fairytales still
we learn from other people and we learn from ourselves - we break us down and then we build us up - we are too holy and then we are falling - we laugh and we make them laugh and then we cry -
our bodies know pain and we hurt
our bodies remain mortal
but we do not - we are too loud for our own good.
#tumblr #sad #life #growingup #hopewe bleed and then we heal
©art_is_dead12 5 1
- the_lost_melody Fourth paragraph starting *don't know
- the_lost_melody I don't know what to say. This is so real and raw that it hurts.
- the_lost_melody I love the background <3
- art_is_dead adafagshjdkflgl @the_lost_melody thankyouuuu seriously
- _mysoul Wooow
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The man
Boys learn too late,
that being 'The man',
is not the same thing
as being 'a man'.
-Atticus. -
Growing up is hard.
You have to go through so, many unwanted memories and experience.
But thanks to them that I have started to understand what growing up means.
©the_inked_script -
Childhood Luxury
Why can't we allow ourselves the luxuries of childhood once in a while? Allow ourselves to draw those same mountains and smiling sun, a home sweet home and birds resembling an 'r'? For once in a while may be?
©palak_bansal
