#growingup

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  • not__so_poetic 4d

    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

  • darkvoid 2w

    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.
    ©darkvoid

  • robertnolan_1 3w

    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
    All Rights Reserved

  • not__so_poetic 3w

    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

  • not__so_poetic 4w

    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_poetic

  • unblossomedyet 4w

    #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.


    ©unblossomedyet

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    How can I forget you.....My Louvre Window???
    A once upon a time spectacle ornate in vintage mansions.....

  • anshanujeet 5w

    Wrote 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

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    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

    The 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
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    Celerity 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..

  • rosesred 7w

    what if

    what if the stars forgot to shine,
    will the sky abandon them?

    ©rosesred

  • 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

  • sillysadar 14w

    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

  • _riaa_ 16w

    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 16w

    Millenials

    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.
    ©absynth

  • theseenwriter_ 17w

    This 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 #growingup

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    I 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.
    ©absynth

  • harlynnoelle 18w

    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

  • mind_of_an_ambivert 18w

    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 19w

    Live long the kidhood time,
    As adults we just lack some life.


    #childhood #growingup #troubles of #life #memories

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    Our 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 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