Mirakee
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_poetic
#growingup
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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.
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Brothers
I used to have brothers....
Each of us from different mothers.
Once we were four,
Now we are no more.
Time changes everything.
The few who once would laugh and sing,
Diverged as life became different.
The best days of youth often spent,
Wondering what it all meant.
As four became three, then two, then one...
Life became much less fun.
One moved across the sea,
Another adventuring in sophisticated tv.
The final one remained safe at home.
The odd one out decided to roam,
Ending up lost and alone along the way.
No matter what he could do or say,
None could fathom what changed long before that day.
These days he lives with his brain on fire..
Not in the way that any would desire.
Years of drinking, smoking and drugs,
Most would think of him as a thug.
Instead, simply the curiosity of his mind.
Everywhere he went he never could find,
A simple reason to get up out of bed.
Now living with a bullet buried deep in his head,
Awaiting the sanctuary of being dead.
Headaches come and go quite often.
The kid is ready to slumber in his coffin.
As the world came crashing down upon his skull,
Mind enraged with the fury of a bull.
Full of creativity, logic and simplicity.
The way everybody gave that final look to me,
No longer a diamond or a gem.
They stole everything from him,
All the best lads, to K, C and M.
© Robert Nolan 25-05-21
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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_poetic -
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¿
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unblossomedyet
4w
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.....10 2 1
- odysseus_2 Beautiful
- unblossomedyet @servant_of_words_csk thanks a lot for your appreciation.
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anshanujeet
5w
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
©anshanujeet -
we_are_not_beautiful
6w
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.
#readwriteunite #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #mirakeeword #random #thoughts #pod #poem #quote #rwu #read #write #words #growingup #petrichor #metaphors #fear #autumn #leaves #galaxies #immortal #death #moon
@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
-Jayshree..76 16 19
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theinkdomain
WOW
What a wonderful piece! - theinkdomain @writersnetwork
- kin_jo Beautous
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rosesred
7w
what if
what if the stars forgot to shine,
will the sky abandon them?
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umair___villanio
It would become a black hole
Turn your science book and read once in a while - rosesred @umair___villanio hey thanks for your scientific point of view :)
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It would become a black hole
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scarletrose
11w
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 -
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
15w
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
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absynth
16w
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
- barefoot Wow ! Wow ! Wow !
- 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_
17w
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
17w
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.
©absynth22 6 4
- galvanizedthoughts Haunting
- kin_jo The vocab and rhymes
- absynth @a_gentilischi thanks a ton.
- absynth @galvanizedthoughts thanks.
- absynth @kin_jo thank you.
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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
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the_miss_x
19w
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)
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its_archie
20w
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
