Mirakee
My head spins like
Earth..
Spinning isn't easy..
And so..
Writing isn't easy..
Yes, there are troubles..
There are Up and Downs..
There is Spin..
As Earth Spins itself..
And the Sun..
My thoughts Spin around
My head..
Makes my head Spins..
©cg_kumaran
#head
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Whispers
©mirsab -
monali03
6w
Read MoreThat's called,
Breathless.
Albums of coffee and musings,
Salt and sugar floating on a paper.
And you,
You look like the day.
The day,
Unknown, and pure.
A canvas on my head.
A ladybug drew it's way through it.
And your colours hide your scars.
Mundane.
Every-day-ish.
.
Rough, and scary?
@mirakee @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @postcards_fromheart
#me #lookliketheday #softandmundane #soft #exist #life #love #quotes #canvas #head #scary #world #scar #pureWho told you,
There's a window?
-Monali
©monali03 -
Can you come over and just like lay your head on my chest
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rakeshkh
प्रिय लेखक,
हमने आपकी रचनाएँ पढ़ी, वह सभी अद्वितिय हैं। हम आपको अपनी नई पुस्तक में सहयोग देने के लिए आमंत्रित करना चाहते हैं। पुस्तक आपके नाम के साथ प्रकाशित होगी साथ उसकी प्रतियां भी आपको दी जाएंगी। आपको सम्मानित करते हुए स्वर्ण पदक भी दिया जाएगा।
अधिक जानकारी के लिए संपर्क करें।
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rakeshkh
प्रिय लेखक,
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Inside my head
Fantasy! I'll call it "my world"
It's right inside my head.
Yes! they are illusions,
I speak words that are left unsaid.
They tamper with my reality,
but who fuckin' cares
It's the place I drift off
Cuz this world is too unfair.
Judge me as much as you want,
I am resistant to pain.
Its not a sickness I have
It is a medicine for my brain.
©snehaceline -
namrataraina_
10w
"Why can't you sing along?", said he
"I can, but I just can't. ", said the voice in my head
Off went the music in my head
Which was sung to another person, instead
The story is old, I know
That person never did show
That song meant nothing to me, says he
But why can't I let these emotions free
Jealousy, sadness, insecurity
Can't let these come up in my eyes, you see
And as I try to quieten this voice
"I can't " is all my mouth could survive.
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keithallencovell
11w
Sliding Them Into View
The dutiful ideas float around in my head
Seeing them come, they care fully
Seeing them come across
Sliding them into view
Tilting upwards, out
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keithallencovell
12w
A Bridge With Heart
I was floating towards the bridge point
I was high in for her love
The bubble stained the pillow sky
I often left my brain
Forgotten corner, center-pieced
The traction lost control
My head was spinning, rolled
A bridge with heart to both chambers
©keithallencovell -
jadeivy
13w
Migraine
Pain heavy in the eyes.
Swelling deep inside the head.
Throbbing against the skull, brain about to explode.
All the noises of the world ringing around.
Every scent stinging straight into the soul.
Light coming in so bright,
Even the slightest could burn a hole.
Now this everyday,
The pain won't go away.
Not matter how patiently you wait.
©jadeivy -
jadeivy
14w
Journey
The clouds have formed around your head, blurring eyesight and choking your lungs.
You push through like a lion but can't see the end. Wondering where you will go or if this even leads anywhere.
Hands out feeling for something or someone, only to realize this place is empty. You are alone. No hope, no help. This is a blind journey you take alone.
Gasping partially from the clouds and partially because of your tears. When will the path clear, how do I get myself there? -
in_fragments
16w
Read MoreThey're so rude, but I guess I need compassion or whatever... �� It's okay to have a lot of bad days. I wish these parts of me didn't exist, but they do, so... might as well not be mean back. My head hurts now.
#pod #poem #voices #head #mentalillness #ptsd #selfcare @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbayVoices
(Darkest Sides)
The critics in my bones,
they never leave me alone,
bringing the pain, forcing me
to stay unknown and never get too bold;
they do it because they're scared
of vicious buzzards lurking out there,
afraid to be seen for anyone, anywhere-
to speak their voices has never been a choice,
so they signal their awful thoughts to me
and penetrate mine instead,
trying to break my head and beat my mind
into a messy pulp with their visions
of suffering and sensations of pain,
believing us all undeserving of help
and fated to subdue our secrets to our grave.
They do not mean to be this way,
but it's the way things became-
they were born in me, they live in me
and spit at me, they're here to stay,
parts of me crafted logically
and so cannot go away,
only met with patience and presence
and an arsenal of internal resources,
but coping is hard this particular afternoon
as I shirk all I've learned
to take refuge in their gloom, sitting within
their familiar doom, still finding
some twisted comfort
on the darkest sides of the moon.
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- in_fragments @a_gentilischi Haha, thank you, does that mean it was good? Lol! Keep writing friend, stay strong during these hard times
- a_gentilischi @in_fragments, it means it's good. And it's DARK. And that I loved it,
- in_fragments @a_gentilischi Lol well thank you, I'm glad you did Sometimes you have to go thru the dark to enjoy the light again
- absynth @in_fragments reading this gives the feeling of giving up to a point where one can't give up anymore.
- in_fragments @absynth Then I suppose I did my job correctly, lol Thank you for your comment, hope all is well.
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fourwallwrites
18w
U for Me
'familiar dream that I never wanted to experience
Quite silenct that embraces me
Cold rain that I am drenched in
Recurring storm that I couldn't resist upon
the only season that I waited for
only thought that hypes in the adrenaline rush
trembling my heart & staining my head
shining star the only one I'll admire
its only You & You
my forever destiny' -
#Names
You should never call people names
Example:Mary said.boy! Mark said. don't call me boy my name is Mark Mary said. Ok Mark.
So it's important to not call people names because if they called you boy or girl you would be so angry that your head will be hearting.
So that is why you should never call people names.
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I Can't Be The Same
You Won’t Understand Me
There's Is An Ocean In My Heart And My Head
©amoghavarsha -
Back of you
When I see your back with clothes off
I see your pain inside the curves you had
Heart skips a beat when I'm next to you baby
Just feel my heartbeat against your head
I will be here for you now, then and forever
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yoitsleohere
25w
Read MoreAnother young girl dealt with her parents’ separation when she was ten years old. This girl decided to move in with her dad, and was relieved to find that a twelve-year-old girl lived nearby with her single mother and two siblings. While the girls never grew incredibly close, they wound up having the same circle of friends when they became teenagers.
One night, their mutual friend, Rob, was hanging out with the other girl and her younger brother at her mother’s house. The three teens were alone in the house at the time. The girl’s mother had been a health care professional and had befriended an elderly lady through her work. The elderly lady once mentioned to her in an offhand way that her sister had been living in a mental institution but had been recently released.
That night, the girl and her friend Rob were hanging out. They heard a knock on the front door. Rob was not supposed to be at the girl’s house at the time, and thinking it was her mother arriving home, rushed out the window right before the girl answered the door.
But it wasn’t the girl’s mother … it was the mentally ill sister of the elderly woman. Months before her release, the elderly woman had spoken about her friendship with the girl’s mother to her sister. The mentally ill woman forced her way into the house and attacked the girl. Her younger brother managed to sneak to the neighbor’s house and call the police, but they arrived too late. The mentally ill woman killed the girl, decapitated her and left her body naked in the bathtub. Afterward, she hid the girl’s head somewhere in the house.
Police later found the severed head amongst the wrapped Christmas presents under the tree. The girl who lived with her father was not allowed to attend the funeral
#depressed_bean #yoitsleohere #Halloween #scary #horror #story #stories #severed #head #writersnetwork @writersnetwork #mirakee @mirakeeThe severed head
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A shrimp’s heart is in its head
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jadeivy
28w
Truth Hurts
I spent my life thinking you had played some part in this.
Now I am here.
With you telling me it was all in my head,
a dream I began to bleed.
Fault rings in my ears,
tears tremble down my face.
I can forgive you,
but I can't control the rage inside of myself.
Who am I and what is real?
©jadeivy -
jadeivy
29w
All in my head
These are my friends.
These are my friends.
All in my head.
All in my head.
They've got lots to say.
Many have no name.
These are my friends.
These are my friends.
Sometimes they play.
Sometimes they may run away.
They're all in my head.
These are my friends.
Some have eyes to see,
Others eyes are for different deeds.
These are my friends.
All in my head.
Or maybe monsters some would say.
Demons walking all day and night.
Keeping my mind alive,
But at a considerably high price.
These are my friends.
All in my head.
Driving me to next be dead.
Or worse in my own head.
©jadeivy -
moondust
12w
Read MoreNefelibata (n.)
-Greek words "nephele" and "batha". The one who walks in the clouds. In literature, it is said of the writer that he does not obey the rules of literature. In the general context, it is an idealistic person, who lives away from reality.
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Trying a new font. Hope this one is easier to read :)
#mirakee #story #poem #english #moondust #poetry #writing #writer #paragraph #thoughts #words #nefelibata #dreams #dream #imaginary #clouds #sky #dreamer #head #lost #eyes #reality #mind #sun #birds #world #born #reborn #sea #night #day #goodmorning #mirakeenetwork #newpost #new #goodmorning #goodnight #miraquillNefelibata
(She)
I close my eyes and lay on my bed. My thoughts are to heavy to carry around but my head still elevates to the sky, reaching the highest point. The highest point of my imaginary world, the lowest point of the real world I once was born. Born. What a difficult word to explain when you lost yourself and don't even remember your name. Reborn. I wonder how it feels to reborn in life, to start over and over again. But reality isn't an alternative when you have a place you created in your own head, with every dreams and hopes. How wonderful is it to fly around the sky, touching the clouds, feeling the warm sunlight on your face with birds resting on your shoulders?. How wonderful is it? I keep asking myself but never got an answer, so I gave up. I gave up and moved to my imaginary house, with imaginary things and all I ever wanted. But, do I still want it? No, I don't (I do). I can't escape (I can). I lost touch with reality a long time ago. I got too comfortable with these sheets made out of clouds, with a white nightlight that reflects on the sea, with a song birds created that I can't understand, with threes hurting my hands as I grab them to get back. With my body upside down, with my thoughts moving around. It feels like I'm still far away from reality (I'm not). It feels like I'm lost, alone in my own 'beautiful' world (I'm not). So I grab the threes once again, hoping I can get back home even though I gave up a long time ago.
©moondust
