#mess

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  • marlven 13h

    Serenity: state of being calm and untroubled...
    Going through the situation where we become just body and not able to analyze the situation and how to deal with it under pressure is worst feeling...
    At this time some moments of peace may help to bring back ownself to the present and continue on work...
    Conversation with ownself is much needed at this time...

    #mind #mess #life #lost #mirakee

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    When mind finds messiness in life,
    It demands some moments at natural place....
    An Evening Serenity before sea...
    ©marlven

  • siddhant_scribbles 1d

    The Mess!

    The spark that you carry within
    Is not something others can see
    Only you can nurture it, with passion
    Till it blooms into a burning fire
    And reflects from those eyes of yours!

    Until then, make sure no one sees it
    For they won't understand a bit
    The world outside takes us dreamers
    For outliers, the odd ones who can't gel in
    And thus, create norms to weed us out!

    You are the leap of faith that guides others
    Be that guiding light, at end of the tunnel
    Don't let the shine fade away into darkness
    Don't let the dream stray away into nothingness
    Let the world despise, for they don't have a choice!

    Here's to the ones who dream
    Foolish as they may seem
    Here's to the hearts that ache
    Here's to the mess we make (La La Land)

    ©siddhant_scribbles

  • anushinigar_ot7 2w

    Mess

    In the depth of my eyes,
    You'll find a whole mess.
    While untangling them
    Only if that's so gentle
    You'll find pieces burried,
    Creating numerous tombs
    Of inscribed names.
    And if you are soft enough,
    You'll break down,
    You'll pity me.
    I'll appear me that day!
    And you'll see me dried up,
    After all the drowning rifts—
    You'll discover a whole world.
    And I'll let you wander,
    Call me loud if you get lost,
    I'll fetch you back.
    And tell you my story...
    Don't give up on me that night,
    When I am an open book
    And the right to turn pages
    Is in your hands,
    If you give up,
    You'll never find me again:
    I'll go so far away,
    I'll be there but then you'll feel,
    "Oh, this can't be!"
    "This is not the same girl."
    And yes, I am not.
    Listen, I wrote my wildness,
    Do you understand?
    Am I a girl under that awaited umbrella?
    Or the truly pure ocean?
    No, I am a girl who respecting both,
    Is the one to never choose
    Anything beyond her connections
    With herself.
    -Anushi.
    ©anushinigar_ot7

  • weirdwriter 2w

    •|Chaos is a friend of mine|•

    Chaos is a friend of mine
    not so frank, not so fine
    he keeps on urging to incline
    towards all the mess but I untwine!

    whenever I feel a bit organised
    I call him up & get disorganised
    I enjoy his company from heaven to hell
    He's so frustrating but still I dwell!

    chaos is a friend of mine
    who's there with me from five to nine
    we both love curves and hate straight lines
    there becomes a solid messy combo when we both combine!

    we laugh together, we slay together
    riding on the filthy, tortuous sledger
    chaos is a friend of mine
    not so frank, not so fine!

    Oh yes! He's a friend of mine!

    ©weirdwriter

  • mrspectacular 2w

    GOODBYE GOVERNOR

    ______________________________________________
    Everyone in the family of the Debachevs loves Uncle Wilson. He is the senior brother of Emmanuel Debachev. He is a little too opinionated and believes whatever belongs to Emmanuel belongs to him as well except Emmanuel's wife which he, Wilson, believes is the only area he has no jurisdiction or right over.
    He loves his nephews and nieces so much that whenever he would come visiting, he would always come with bedtime and free time stories for them alongside some other tangible goodies but this traditional routine would soon be queried and ultimately cease too soon.
    'Welcome, Uncle Wilson', Emmanuella, his 13 year old niece screams with joy as she opens the door, giving Uncle Wilson a brief hug before leading him into the house to meet the others.
    'Hello everyone', Uncle Wilson screams as he sees the rest of the family all seated in the sitting room having some family time before the television. Hearing his voice, his twin 6-year old nephews, Franklin & Ferdinard come running to him for a welcome hug while his other 17 year old niece Brittany watches on amazed, waiting for him to relax so she can just pop in and say 'hello, Uncle Wilson' and he will whisper 'there's my senior lady' and gives her a kiss on the back of her hand.
    Days run into weeks and suddenly the wonderful Uncle Wilson everyone seems to love so much has Angela, 30 year old wife and mother of the Debachevs wondering when Wilson will be leaving the house back to his own apartment wherever that is. They feel it would be too crazy to ask him to leave so they decide to wait a little longer enduring what they term to be migrainous excesses.
    'He is driving us crazy too', Mr. & Mrs. Debachev would say to the kids when they come to them with complaints of how they would want him to leave.
    'First it was wonderful to see him after so long a while but right now, I cannot deal with him anymore. Can he just go already?', Brittany asks with some atom of disgust.
    'I do not like Uncle Wilson anymore. When is he going back?', Emmanuella grumpily asks as she walks into her parents' room in a tantrum.
    'Don't worry Emmanuella. It'll be over soon okay?', Angela says to Emmanuella softly and Emmanuella nods her head happily as she flashes a smile. 'Now can you excuse us. I want to have a little talk with your dad?'
    'Alright mom', Emmanuella says as she walks out of the room to go meet the other kids in the sitting room.
    For a few minutes, there is a deafening silence interrupted only by the wall clock ticking. Then Angela and Emmanuel say at the same time, 'So...:' They both want to start the conversation unknown by the other, assuming that the other was unaware of the import of the discussion. But when Emmanuel realizes that Angela has something to discuss, he allows her have the floor believing that her issue may be more weighty than his own discussion and on the grounds of the fact that he had been brought up to always put his lady before himself no matter what,
    'Ok. You go first, my love', Emmanuel says with a smile.
    'Thank you for always being a gentleman, baby', Angela replies. 'It's about Uncle Wilson's
    'Oh wow. We are really made for each other', Emmanuel says with a loving pride. 'That's exactly what I want to talk to you about as well'

    Emmanuel and Angela talk for a few minutes about how they might have made an error being so welcoming of him in the first place.
    'Ok, now we are not happy with his visit anymore. What shall we do to get him out?', Angela asks as they round off their debates and talks on the 'Uncle Wilson' matter.
    Emmanuel strokes his chin and looks up for two minutes and a few seconds as if asking Heaven for direction on the matter and listening for a feedback.
    'I've got it', Emmanuel says as he turns to Angela abruptly shaking her gently by her shoulders. He tells his plan to Angela is a whispery tone and she surely likes it because she would not be directly involved in the plan. It will be all Emmanuel's actions from here on out. Uncle Wilson still has his character in him when Emmanuel approaches him so it makes it quite easy and difficult at the same time to execute the plan. He is aware of the fact that Uncle Wilson may feel hurt and heartbroken by what Emmanuel would say to him but it is for a greater good so he does it anyway.
    'Uncle Wilson, You know I love you right?', Emmanuel asks trying to give a soft landing to the bomb he is about to drop.
    'Of course I do and I love you all too so much and that is why I have decided to....', Uncle Wilson is still talking when he is interrupted by Emmanuel.
    'Uncle Wilson you have to go', Emmanuel blurts out surprising himself.
    'You did not let me finish, Emmanuel', he says defensively. 'I wanted to say that's why I have decided to leave so I can keep things fresh but you did not let me finish. Anyways, I will be leaving this evening. I will miss you all'
    'We'll miss you too, Wilson', Emmanuel says quietly and somewhat emotionally.
    In the evening, Emmanuel drives Wilson to the airport with the rest of the family have mixed feelings about the whole thing. Yes they want him gone but watching Emmanuel drive him out of the compound and to the airport, sort of, makes them want to jump in front of the sedan he is being driven in by Emmanuel and beg him to return to the house but he is already on his way and it would be awkward to turn him back at that moment. They therefore decide to save the longing for the next visit which they hope will be soon.

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    ©mrspectacular

  • afza147 3w

    Life

    Life right now is an uncertainty with lots of mess piles up
    ©afza147

  • bhavti 3w

    एक जीवन है.. कुछ सपने हैं
    कुछ बेगाने हैं.. कुछ अपने हैं,
    एक प्रीत, सागर से गहरी है,
    एक नजर क्षितिज पर ठहरी है,

    एक मन है.. कुछ आशाएं हैं,
    कहीं मौन है... कहीं भाषाएं है,
    कहीं हृदय ने उत्तर माला बुनी है,
    कहीं विवेक की प्रश्नावली तनी है,

    एक मैं हूं....एक संसार है,
    एक उद्गम है...एक विस्तार है,
    चाहा उस व्यक्तित्व को पाना है,
    ठाना इस अस्तित्व का हो जाना है...
    ©bhavti

  • harieth_3 4w

    No way out

    It's not quiet in here,
    Not even a little bit,
    Not ever.
    I can see but my vision isn't clear.
    And I always forget.
    Well,
    that is,
    Just until I start to remember.
    I couldn't tell you the last time I was comfortable.
    Is that even a real feeling?
    Am I delusional?
    North, east, south or west?
    This place I'm existing in,
    is a dead end.
    All to real to be pretend
    So I close my eyes to rest,
    And let time continue as it doesn't exist.

    Timeless Is ticking with doubt.
    And there's still no way out.
    ©downbelow3

  • lachke_geetanjali 5w

    Glitch

    It is this glitch that haunts me,
    This screen of 'happy' distorts into sadness,
    All these feelings not found and error pop ups,
    How did we end up in this mess?
    It is this glitch in me,
    That haunts me.

    ©lachke_geetanjali

  • kjumai 6w

    Is a poet emotional?. We write when we're down. I can't seem to differentiate.

    *i can't seem to pen anything down. It's frustrating.

    #kjumai #myqoute #instagram #mirakee #post #penned #2021 #2020 #mess #writeup #stories #mirakee #time #name #diaries #me #explore #contents #mirakeans #stories #nerve #me

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    Poetry

    Is a poet emotional?. We write when we're down. I can't seem to differentiate.


    ©kjumai

  • ruchikamohata 7w

    I'll love the imperfect you forever, but I'll never confess,
    I already know you are somebody else's beautiful mess!

    ©ruchikamohata

  • lost___illusion 7w

    Lovers

    Our story ends here
    and it has been fulfilling.


    I'll miss you, terribly
    I leave you _____lovingly.


    Until the next life.


    ©lost___illusion

  • kjumai 7w

    I wrote a horrible story with your name as the theme. A beautiful quandary of bliss and mess. My words float like bloating ink touching your name as breathing bouyant roots. It was exhausting, drenching my every nerve. And alas! It came to an end.
    Time wasted.
    ©kjumai

  • lost___illusion 7w

    Moment

    "The moment you left me, my head was split in two, one side was filled with memories, the other side died with you. I often lay awake at night when the world is fast asleep, and take a walk down memory lane with tears upon my cheak. Remembering you is easy. I do it everyday, but missing you is a heartache that never goes away. I hold you tightly within my heart and there you will remain, you see life has gone on without you, but will never be the same. "
    ©lost___illusion

  • lost___illusion 7w

    Sold

    Tujhe paane ki fursat na mill saaki ,
    Hum teray shehar mai bikte rahe kitaboo ki tarah
    ©lost___illusion

  • januchandrababu 10w

    Not everyone can deal your beautiful mess and your messed-up life darling,
    IT'S OkAY!!- Let it go'

    ©januchandrababu

  • spheniscidae 10w

    Not a mess ,
    So who am I ?
    You guess .

    Exploring colours ,
    I'm listening my silence .
    Expressing words ,
    I'm shaping my parlance .

    Worrying a little less ,
    I'm seizing the moment at my best .
    Paving the way ,
    I'm waiting for my day .

    Playing with bright colours ,
    Yet having inspiration from dull .
    May be in chaos for now ,
    But it's a matter of PAL DO PAL .

    ©spheniscidae

  • kikilove 11w

    Poetry

    He asked me
    Why do you write poetry
    What makes you think people
    People will read it
    Why not mope around
    Why not create a mess

    To the boy I said
    Can you not see
    Can you not imagine
    I have made a mess
    Only I can see

    Poetry is a form of aggression
    It releases stress
    Gets rid of depression
    It keeps you from drowning
    And from being vanilla
    Words are weapons

    I go to war with words
    Not with my fists
    Yes I am young in age
    But I know the secret
    To win a war use your words
    Words have won battles
    And wars
    ©kikilove

  • night_reader 12w

    Loneliness is such a tiring thing.. It eats you away on the inside. People who have not experienced it will never understand. They will try to be understanding, but they can never truly ever understand it. Staring into empty space, each day feels like a chore, I want to do so many things, yet I don't want to do anything. Sometimes it feels like mind just goes into that offline mode n stops working. You feel Soo stressed but don't know what you are stressed about.. you feel Soo much yet you feel empty... You want to scream out loud frustrated, yet you just don't find the voice. Does it happen to you too... Or is it just me losing it?

    #lonely #lonliness #feelings #mess #misunderstood @mirakee @mirakeeworld

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    Staring into empty space,
    Each day feels like a chore,
    You want to do so many things,
    yet you don't feel like to getting up.
    You feel Soo stressed
    But you don't know why
    You feel Soo much yet you feel empty
    You want to scream out loud frustrated,
    yet you just don't find the voice.
    Does it happen to you too...
    Or is it just me losing it?
    ©night_reader

  • shadowsoul 12w

    Fix own damn mess, for once!!



    ©shadowsoul