Miraquill
Worry
I have been thinking,
Thinking a lot!
Of things I can't control.
I spoke to my friend,
Who is deeply engulfed,
In thoughts of things beyond him.
Of Uncertainties,
Of Unprecedented events,
Of the many shits life might throw.
Of Aging,
Of Death.
Painting images with brushes soaked in sorrow.
Of what use are they - these thoughts?
Than to strip you of life,
Stifle your breathe and release your grasp.
©ebubei
#growingup
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_charu_
3w
Read Moreits magical how
quickly i grew,
how quickly
the human body
hop skips jumps into
adulthood
hurtling forward,
and how eager i was
to run along with it
without looking back.
i look at you,
you're taller now
stronger
(i lost at arm wrestling
for the very first time
last month)
you don't make the same
stupid jokes you used to,
though we can still laugh
at that time you fell in the driveway
and i lugged you back up the stairs
and convinced you tinkerbell bandaids
would take away the pain.
now your knees clack against the table
and you hug my neck
and talk to me about geography
and basic, oh so basic trig
and i feel my heart growing and tearing
at the same time
will it change?
will we change?
change is the only constant
but not all change is good
and it's this longing,
this need that
we grow into something
sweet and lovely
that scares me.
expectations simply
set you up for disappointment
or thats what you told me
the first time i baked
(that cake was delicious
and you know it,
though youll never agree)
but i care too much
to not have expectations at all.
i want you to
grow into yourself
grow into something beautiful
and i want you to grow
up on your own
so i'll sit here and wait
till your aching stops,
and till you stop running
and you come up to my little boulder
and we can sit in the sun
and sit in the rain
and laugh
about tinkerbell bandaids again.
©_charu_
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Growing up was a hurricane, how could I let you experience the same?
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supasesh
9w
Read Morewondering around my room, as if perplexed by what they're seeing, like they havent been in my room countless times before,
i beacon for my bed; a slight two tap on the sheets, and for a moment that should have been brief, was extended by their wondering gaze meeting mine,
And so they turn, and walk to the window, head barely breaking the windows ledge, to see all the grey faces
outside.
again, my hand softly taps the sheets twice, prompting them to come sit on the bed, but it goes unaswered,
so i join them, slowly getting up and walking to the window,
"one of those days?" i ask, yet met again with only wondering eyes.
"yeah me to", i continue.
and so me and my dog sit by the window,
Togther,
and today, we both see the world in grey
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chaos2art_and_backagain
11w
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This Side of the Window
I spent so much of my life looking out clouded windows.
Sitting, longing for adventures I created in my head that I am far too timid to pursue here in reality.
I know I stay for the safety, the pains of glass providing protection from the rain and wind.
But like most things in life they grow old and brittle, I watch the cracks grow longer from their corner as the days pass.
I'm waiting for the day it will all come crashing down, forcing me to face the fears I hold, nothing left to shield me.
I realize though that waiting for life to throw me to the wolves, wanting to be a victim that overcame her circumstances is only going to lead to a skewed mindset.
Why not be a brave warrior who breaks out of her own glass prison and tames the wilderness instead.
I believe that would make for a better and more hopeful story.
So here I go.
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chaos2art_and_backagain
11w
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My Time at the Castle In-between
I've learned that dancing with ghosts and phantoms only leads to wanting.
They begged me to stay in the inbetweens.
I was no longer that innocent child I once was, but not quite ready to take on the world like I've been told I must do.
So I walked the haunted halls of "could haves" and "what ifs" trying to plan for all that lay behind the heavy doors of growing up that loom at the exit of this place.
I've lost track of how long I've stayed here, this castle built on the fence, but I've started to feel restless
I have begun to notice with each passing day how each dance has become shorter.
I no longer see monsters at the windows, just the beauty of twisted tree limbs for birds to perch upon and sing.
The "what ifs'" bring more excitement than fear like before and the door no longer looks quite as fearsome as I remember.
In fact as I study it a bit more, I fear if I don't leave soon I will have grown far too big to fit through it.
So like many who have tested here before me, I pack my bag with select childhood dreams and wishes along with the lessons and hope I have gained form my time here.
I push open the thick oak doors and welcome the new world In front of me.
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tokingbetweenthelines
11w
Read MoreHits like a Monday morning.
#growingup #tocomeofage #responsibility #ageing #22THE VIEW FROM 22
It's a strange place to be.
You've experienced glimpses
of what's in store
and it seems predominantly bleak.
You've answered all the questions
your youth had to ask
and it's left you
more confused than before.
You're not old enough
and you haven't seen enough
to draw definite conclusions to anything,
so you're left in perpetual uncertainty.
You're free to fuck about
to your heart's content,
but wary of the eyes
watching your every move,
with the little worry
at the back of your mind
warning you
of stepping over the line.
You're full of energy and enthusiasm or
full of distress and dejection or
see-sawing between the two.
Everything's exciting,
everything's fleeting,
everything's daunting.
Anxiety wears you
like bespoke lingerie,
Reality is a cement truck
speeding at you,
the crash coming faster everyday.
The drinks and the smokes
can only numb so much.
It's all getting unavoidable,
you can't escape anymore,
and best of all,
it's all on you.
©tokingbetweenthelines5 0
Younger days younger blaze
I miss being 12
The world felt like ours, we were always ourself
Waking up early excited for the day
Thinking how to cause trouble, in any kind of way
Roaming the streets at night, we felt fearless,
Convinced we were the toughest thing out there, ignorance was bliss
We Only smoked weed, a girl was soemthing we didn't need, confidence was at max, I had so much self-esteem
We were trouble but we were fucking cute,
We got away with so much shit without a dispute
No one fucked, no one was thirsty,
Only had friends
no one out to hurt me,
No problems not even rain,
Man I wish I could lapse back to that day
©supasesh8 0
Unsaid promise
I didn't notice your new haircut
Our last chat was a little salty
We didn't have our gossip session
Our sharing everything long gone
Our debates turned to let it go's
We haven't been the same
The crazy goofy us
Dying to play around again
We changed with time
The bond stayed but not the same
No need for apologies
The moment you said "hey"
It's a new story again
With an unsaid promise
To be there no matter what
Our bond turned stronger again!
©not__so_poetic10 1 1
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What happened?
What happened to that girl ,
the girl with perfect grades
the girl playing in the ocean every afternoon
the girl laughing with her friends
the girl doing a photo shoot wearing her favorite dress
What happened to that girl
the tanned girl who was skinny like a model
the girl who ran out of fingers to list her passions
the girl that spent hours making desserts, locking her fingers clean of chocolate
the girl who read books on the beach, wind brushing against her hair
What happened to that perfect girl?
What happened to daddys little girl?
What happened to that smart girl?
What happened to the girl who was perfect?
How did that girl with perfect attendance and straight Es come to be here; half an hour late , head dropped and feet dragging hiding from society with puffy eyes from crying.
Only a hoodie to hoodie to hide the body they hate so much.
How did this happen?
Was it the loss of innocence,
a realization that life is meaningless?
Was it the shattering of childhood dreams,
t he last ounce of hope ripped from their heart?
How did this person end up wearing a sports bra for days on end hiding their body?
How did this person end up eating 2 chips for lunch because the texture of a sandwich makes their brain tear apart?
The dry skin flaking underneath a bra stained with sweat and the constant roll of hunger remains them how their life is a mess.
A COMPLETE MESS
When did their showers become hours long , sat on the floor, tears brushed away from their skin , their skin burnt bright red, the scalding water taking the pain away , the stained water rushing a wave of red down the drown?
Every step reminds them of how their footsteps feel wrong , they don't deserve to belong on earth, every breath a breath wasted on this planet.
What happened to the mornings of freshly cooked french toast and sunrise walks?
What turned the mornings into sobbing under the covers the harsh sunlight reminding them another day will rip away the threads of hope?
What happened to the girl that was terrified of death?, now only a ghost remains , one which begs and plans for a way to escape life.
Only a Ghost , at the back of class , only words muttered are 'present sir', before they slink back underneath their hoodie , headphones in, thoughts intruding their mind.
Every sound makes them flinch
Every bright light is too strong
Everythings too much to handle
Everything's too much
What happened to the girl laughing on the beach in the sunshine?
Playing fetch with her dog?
Kicking balls back and forward with her dad?
What turned them into the monster that ripped apart a can , using the sharp edge to feel things ,the sharpness making everything feel better?
How did the monster come to lie in the stormy waters , the winds and fog swilring around them , there hands around there neck , shoes soaked , taking the last breath , then hiding, waves washing over then , winds howling around them , they are at peace , motionless , until they gasp for breathe and they relaise that there is still life within them, screaming out in fury that life exists?
What happened to the little girl whos only wish was too see a shooting star?
Was it the fact that they learnt to hate their body?
Was it the fact that someone calling there name became a harsh reminder that they exsit.
Or was it just that there brain that invades every thought , sweeping over like a wave, trying to drown them.
Their cries for help
Shut down
Silenced
Ignored
Until it became a whimpering cry for hope.
©darkvoid9 0
not__so_poetic 17w
Songs of love
There were times we conversed through songs,
Feeling the lines, singing along with lyrics,
now i see you with your headset on
listening to your favourite pop
that doesn't make our conversation
Lyrics that mean nothing about me
Now those songs of love long gone
All I'm left with is a old playlist
Which meant so many conversations
May be this isn't about your changed taste
May be this is about that distance we have even when you are right beside me!
©not__so_poetic10 0 1
Dance
Remember how you danced to your own songs, how you composed your own steps, how everyone clapped seeing you dance, singing by yourself, how you danced in the rain with no fear and just happiness!
Remember how you slowly stopped dancing, stopped singing and one day your mom was surprised to even hear you hum to some tune, how everyone forgot that u danced, how rain isn't meant for dance to you anymore!
Now just see you singing and dancing while roaming around the house, smiling and laughing while you dance, having mini concerts, switching through the playlists depending on your mood,and your family singing along with you and you dancing your heart out!!
Isn't this growing up¿
©not__so_poetic11 0
unblossomedyet
18w
Read More#writersnetwork #poem #allaboutexpression #allforlove #childhoodmemories @mirakeeapp @mirakee
#happiness #ODE #growingup #kolkata #vintage #venetianblinds #wod #spectacle
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Adieu.... Venetian Blinds!!
How can I forget you ? My Louvre window!!!
When describing my vintage house,
For the high ceilings ,and the distinctive aesthetics
The Venetian blinds controlled the sun in through it,
Posing as curtains, louvers made peeping simple by the house full of energetics.
The blinders of the house have lots to unfold,
They held hidden stories,for generations untold.
The Jalousies as named, offered enough room for histories to create,
The window became the signature, remembering the glories to relate.
Months rolled into decades that changed to century
My window stood tall and elegant
Witnessing many members come and go,
Capturing moments and making them a memory.
Today there’s nothing open about you my window.
You've shut yourself in and out.
Holding the legacy of the vintage house,
You still smile quietly without a doubt.
Battered by the strong winds and chills of the air,
Fighting the perilous rain and the sun with all its glare,
A day will come when I will never see you anymore.
But you will hold a special place in my heart.
And I will always mention you in my sweet folklore.
©unblossomedyetHow can I forget you.....My Louvre Window???
A once upon a time spectacle ornate in vintage mansions.....11 2 1
anshanujeet
19w
Read MoreWrote this back in 2018 when I was thinking (maybe I’m still thinking) what life is all about and what should I do in my life. Hope you enjoy reading it. #growingup #adulting #pod
I Don’t Know
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know where to go
It’s just that I can’t wait
To open my success gate
I can’t wait
To explore my fate
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know where to go
I’m helpless and useless that’s what people say
But I know I can make my own way
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know where to go
Is this my destiny
Or is it just my fantasy
Why should I be
Something which I see
Why can’t I be nowhere
And be with someone whom I love and care
©anshanujeet10 0
we_are_not_beautiful
20w
Read MoreThe love, I once wrote for myself on the autumn leaves, is fleeting with the hope of no returns.There have been several ludicrous attempts, to stitch my life with tangerine along with fuscous threads, expecting the rainbows, droplets of water and petrichor will embrace the blues in my veins but the green leaves never accepted my dried and old skin.
The once undying metaphors and mellifluous verses are now slipping through my palms like warm and light sand, now I'm afraid to sit alone on the shore, now I'm afraid to hold my own hands for self assurance, now I'm afraid to dive into the deep ocean of poetry.
I have never felt uneasy with cold moonlight on my skin, but the thought of old glistening touch of moon have always made me restless.
I consumed the comeliness of galaxies, breathed in the fresh breeze, gulped in the flowing rivers, spritzed the oil of flowers and worn the crown of colourful leaves,
to become immortal.
I failed, I'm falling and now I'm freezing with no hope of being my young and carefree self.
"It drives you crazy getting old"
"It feels so scary getting old"
~ Lorde, Ribs.
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@writersnetwork @readwriteunite @mirakee @mirakeeworldCelerity of growing old
Pouring
On my skin
Moulding it old
Distorted and shrivelled
I feel
Frisson of growing old
Colliding
With my elegiac soul
Taking away euphony
Crumbled and shattered
I feel
Animosity of growing old
Haunting
My fayre thoughts
Forcing out serenity
Warped and threatened
I feel
Volatility of growing old
Twisting
Faith and patience
Hurting my heart
Faded and short-lived
I feel
Truth of growing old
Torturing
My seraphic touch
Burning the fragility
Scared and defeated
I feel
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theinkdomain
WOW
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rosesred
21w
what if
what if the stars forgot to shine,
will the sky abandon them?
©rosesred13 4 2
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umair___villanio
It would become a black hole
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scarletrose
25w
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.
©scarletrose1 0
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_ammar13 0 1
shaundele
29w
I'm used to you caring
Bear with me
I'm still learning to adjust
©shaundele13 0 1
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
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absynth
30w
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
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