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  • saevenia 1w

    Saevenia Facts

    It's long been rumoured that there are undead dinosaur-like monsters lurking deep in the Veralinian jungles. They are held off by The Two-Faced Guardian, immortal ruler of Veralin. He's known for occasionally going insane and wreaking havoc on Veralin's inhabitants, however...

  • czarcasm 1w

    Terrors of the night

    The feeling came, a moment of happiness paused in a sliver of time
    And they wished they could save it, capture some of that light to cherish
    But as quick as it came it went
    Leaving them in complete darkness
    And that was when true fear settled in
    For the dark is the monsters friend

    They made no noise as they stood there, taking in the noise of the dark
    Waiting to sense any movement
    Their hair on their forearms stood up
    And they could feel someone, something watching them
    Blood pounding in ears they stood fast
    Hoping it was only nerves
    As the wretched feeling settled in their gut

    They were being stalked by the night
    A scraping sound filled the air to their right
    And they winced, stopping themselves from running
    'It was nothing, absolutely nothing'
    Yet the noise after that thought countered it

    Something was out there, and there was nothing they could do about it
    For they found they couldn't move
    Something was holding their feet into place, making them stay
    To attest to the horrors in the night

    An unearthly roar filled the air and they shook
    Skin covered in goosebumps, their breath caught
    Was this the end?
    And there, before they could blink, the demon ran out at them

  • roel_gonz 4w

    Another night
    Another nightmare
    The monster keeps
    dragging me out of my bed
    And I'm fighting back
    coz tomorrow is the day
    you and I becomes one

  • nemesis_here 5w

    Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process they themselves don't become one.

    #gaze #monster #save #yourself #life #battle

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    If you gaze long into abyss,
    the abyss will gaze back at you.

  • reshma_kausar_mohideen 5w


    Born to the womb of oceans she was the princess of waves, that swung & swayed,
    Stealing hues from the fiery star ever morn, glistened with gold her loosely tied braid,
    Body shimmered like diamonds, dust of Milky Way rendered that angelic shine,
    When coral reefs formed the cushion for her beauty naps, fishes kissed her lips divine.

    He was the king of caves, forests echoed when he coughed or sneezed,
    Munching upon mountains and hillocks, sipping over the rivers & seas, survived that beast,
    Glaciers thawed and dissolved at once every time he exhaled or snored,
    The oceans quaked with terror whenever he walked or roared.

    One fine evening when he was about to take a swig of an ocean with eyes glazed,
    The sight of a lass emerging out of the ripples, flipping her hair, left him amazed,
    His burning throat got quenched with the glimpse of her charm,
    He couldn't gulp down that ocean as he didn't wish to cause her any harm.

    Every day when the beams spread in the skies and starlight used to wink,
    He neared the ocean, beholding every inch of her curves, ceased to even blink,
    Extended his hands to lift her up and feel the divinity of her delicate breaths,
    Within the fraction of a second she felt as if she experienced million deaths.

    With tip of his pinkie finger he caressed her fragile body and face,
    Unable to resist, he placed a kiss on her lips, triggered his heart beats' pace,
    This was the first time ever, such a soft feeling hit the chest of a giant too hard,
    While his finger tips were casting magic on that mermaid's heart.

    She fell for that tender feeling of love, never did she experience, emotions profound,
    She mustered the courage to open her emerald eyes & watch him closely, her man she found,
    The face that appeared scary a few moments ago, she had fallen for that within no time, such an Irony!
    She engraved his forehead with her dulcet kiss and he placed against his heart, his tiny miss.

    *Reshma kausar Mohideen*

    *Insta handle : sword_of_word_86*


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    - MERMAID.


  • she_react 6w

    Her smile is divine,
    Even stoned hearts,
    Melted into flawless,
    Liquid of happiness.

    She smells like jasmine,
    an aroma of purity,
    Growth at dark,
    Unseen and unheard.

    She touches like a breeze,
    Gentle and cuddly,
    Coaxing me to sleep,
    Into depth of lost.

    She Sounds like Nightingale,
    Melodious and calm,
    Makes even unseen,
    Yearns for a glimpse.

    Who is katrina?
    Perhaps a princess,
    an angel, maybe a fairy,
    Hypothetical guesses.

    Well my beautiful people,
    She is a monster,
    Who lurks at night,
    Traps hearts of lost.

    Shout out to all our lads,
    Who thinks outer beauty,
    Can be added purity,
    Radiated from inner heart.

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  • thebhavnasaxena 8w

    In the masquerade I am lost,
    My fingers scratch at their
    Artificial faces, wearing my
    Solitude like an ancient curse
    In my skin, I am the one in
    This carnival of lust and passion,
    With no mask hiding my face,
    Save for the elflock that sits
    Atop my head like a vicious crown,
    Clasping in its tangles a drop of
    My blood, from the day my heart
    Was broken, I cannot see, I cannot
    Look, the debris of my fragile heart
    Clouds my eyes like a blindfold of ice,
    Of stone, in a masquerade I am blind,
    Hoping to find, the one with gentle fingers,
    To undo the tangles in my soul, yearning
    To drink from his lips the elixir to make
    My heart whole again, I know not what
    Name to call out, in a masquerade I am
    Lost, I am blind, stumbling from one
    Person to another, their fingers cruel
    On my flesh, they feast on me, as if I
    Were an exotic fruit, till I succumb

    #medusa #transformation #masquerade #lost #elflock #oldenglish #women #portrait #sketch #penportrait #heart #people #life #feeling #imagination #self #shewrites #followme #poet #creative #readwriteunite #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersofmirakee #poetsofmirakee #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #freeverse #pod #wds #writinglife #quotes #poem #mood #thoughts #diary #writersbay #mirakeeworld #wod #perspective #mythology #retelling #monster

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    To my fate, I surrender, I whisper,
    My voice tasting like gravel in my mouth,
    I collapse to the ground, and wait to be
    Trampled upon, till I feel my elflock grow
    Like vine, slither down my arms like snake,
    In the masquerade I was reborn, and
    Those who feasted upon me, now tremble
    At my shadow, they don't dare to look
    Me in the eye, my name is legend,
    Whispered in hushed voices,
    I was a lost girl,
    I am a monster,
    I am Medusa.

  • anupriyachauhan18 10w

    I too have lost someone very close to my heart to Cancer. I was thinking of my Maasi and that's when thought of writing this piece. @miraquill @readwriteunite @writersnetwork
    #cancer #monster #memories #life #mortal #death #hope

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    Cancer can take away bones, fleshes and mortal life but what cancer can't take away is the memories and love we associate with the person battling it.
    Cancer can take life out of the person but not love etched in his/her heart.
    Anyone battling this monster called Cancer holds onto hope even if it is as fragile as a feather.
    God knows how many lives and families this monster has destroyed but I hope one fine day it goes away and never comes back.

    - Anupriya Chauhan

  • __monster__ 10w

    I wish my nights came easy

    I wish my nights came easy
    But when I close my lids
    My eyes still see behind them and I can’t help but look through the gallery inside my mind
    Of all the moments I shared with the one I loved who loved me wrong.
    He had no right to love me wrong.
    Tears fall pouring when I reminisce
    Memories left playing like an old film
    I can still taste the smell of blood inside my mouth from the fateful night when you put your hands on me and said you were teaching me a lesson
    I wish my nights came easy
    I can still smell your scent a mixture of alcohol and bad choices demanding respect that should be earned
    I don’t fall asleep without thinking and plotting and wishing my cries can burn the pillow or just be as loud as a wave hitting the sand just wishing for something to wash away these scars you left that I try to hide and explain.
    I shouldn’t have to explain.
    Society has us fucked up they only see what we post online
    Wiped my tears and I smiled for that snap and insta just two seconds I’ve disguised everything that I feel with a fake smile but hey I sleep alone and I realize
    I wish my nights came easy
    Through the lessons I don’t learn
    Explanations I can’t make
    It’s night time again and I’m waiting for my sleep to take away the pain for a few hours here he is again banging on the door and i froze because I know it’s about to start.
    Wake up fool?
    Where is my food?
    You should be smiling
    No other man is gonna love you
    You can’t even bare a child
    I am tolerating you
    No man is gonna stand this
    You are lazy
    Look at you...
    Indeed look at me...
    I wish my nights came easy some days they do but this life catches up with me in my dreams.


  • soniprag 9w

    In Love with that Monster

    Oh yes! I am in love with that monster
    That monster who was here to slay not to play...
    To slay my heart and soul,
    To snatch away all my goals,
    But yes i loved that monster,

    Who was here to scratch my delicate skin,
    As I was his most easiest prey to win,
    To give me painful memoir..
    To make me slave of his devil's reign,
    Oh yes! I just wanted his noxious love game...

    Every time when he pierced his nails in me,
    Each one reminded, how foolish i was to believe,
    To believe on all fake peoples,
    To trust on the disloyal one,
    Oh yes! That was the biggest mistake indeed...

    His excruciating pain had given me bane,
    All his hatred started to flow in my veins,
    To walk on my own ways,
    To move on and leave this cruel herd,
    As That monster had made me strong sword,..

    So yes! I was in love with that Monster,
    Oh yes! I am in love with this Monster.....

  • randalthor 11w


    The mind is like a dungeon. The deeper you walk inside, the more monsters you have to fight.

  • truevibes 11w

    Mirrored Reality

    Mirrors are intriguing,
    For they are non-living entities reflecting the shape of the living.
    Nothing and no one knows us better than the mirror at our home.
    It knows the real us.
    It knows where our flaunting curves and edges are,
    Where our body is scarred.
    It realises the reason behind our unshed tears,
    The name of the molester we fear.
    It believes in the personality we hide from none,
    The inner ability we don't reveal to everyone.
    It understands why we haven't smiled in a while,
    When we behave like a child.
    There are times we are afraid to look in the mirror,
    Because we know we'll hate our vigor.
    Sometimes, the mirror dimensional figure is who we actually want to be,
    A tethered monster waiting to be set free.


  • markus_ 12w

    Could you ever fall in love with a monster and if you did why love?

    @mirkaee @writersnetwork
    #poetry #quotes #secondchance #we #lovepoems #loverboy #monster #love #hurt #beforewego #beauty

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    A monster

    Can a monster ever fall in love
    Would a raven feel the same as a dove
    Could I be a bad person but still be loved
    Or is it all a matter time till they all separate
    And make you cling onto them, how desperate

    Can a monster ever have a place in society
    A place in peoples heart and not the notoriety
    Could a monster fit in entirely
    Or is it all a waste of effort, why work so tirelessly


  • _poetry_army 12w


    Why these people cause pollution
    Why they add more to river lying with contamination
    No one to say NAY !
    These humans make the world a hell to stay

    Everyone's enjoying the scene as blind
    Everyone's behaving like a child
    They say we care for mother earth
    So why they give green house gases birth

    There is no hope or light in the path
    Everyone is busy making themselves pure by taking bath
    What pranks do these monsters play ?
    I don't have a word to say !
    Anshera Mulani

  • in_fragments 14w

    "How do you destroy a monster
    without becoming one?

    It is easier said than done:
    You must never stoop
    to their level of fear and malice,
    even when the urges for vengeance
    are gnawing, raw, at your bones-
    when enacting your pent up wrath
    upon them
    would feel like ecstasy; it is an illusion,
    temporary exhilaration
    that soon diverts to ponderous guilt
    that you will find you cannot handle
    because you are not the same as them.
    You must remain rational
    and level-headed in the face
    of their insanity, never give them
    the satisfaction of acting rashly
    upon their provocations;
    no matter how many words they sling,
    how many knives they throw
    from their mouths to your back,
    stand your ground and do not
    surrender your boundaries.
    Soon you will be able
    to set your body free, run far away,
    never look behind you again.
    Even if you are still stuck,
    you must not let the resentment
    make you mean.
    Do not restart the cycle,
    taking pain for pain just because you can.
    How many people would see you
    as their monster, and grow around you
    just to flee as soon as they could?
    At what point would you realize
    that you crossed the line into something
    you never wanted to be?

    You can still set your mind free-
    reverse the hard wires,
    the conditionings of your brain.
    Even lifelong monsters
    can always choose to change.
    But you cannot wait for the others
    to make that choice themselves.
    You must learn your worth quickly,
    never barter away your values,
    never trade your self-love for anything.
    In these ways, not only do you
    destroy the monsters that haunt you,
    but you make yourself untouchable
    to any monsters that saunter in
    in the future... You destroy a monster
    with love, compassion, empathy, laughter-
    it cuts like a knife every time,
    remarkably and unapologetically
    proclaiming, "I refuse
    to ever become like you!"

    You know that life
    will never be without them, yet you
    decide to wake up every day
    and spread love, bring joy
    and curiosity to a cold, dark,
    broken world. You work every day
    to stay kind and understanding,
    focusing on the ones
    most receptive to your messages-
    a beacon of enlightenment
    for those souls still trapped in limbo,
    developing the wherewithal to get out.
    You are a warrior of emotional strength,
    you are in control of yourself,
    even if you can never predict
    how people react to your existence.
    What kind of legacy do you want
    to leave for tomorrow's monsters
    and warriors alike?"

    The world is full of monsters. Destroy them with love and happiness.
    #pod #poem #monster #life #thoughts #inspiration #trauma #healing @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay

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    How To Destroy
    a Monster

    How do you destroy a monster
    without becoming one?

    It is easier said than done...

  • wifey_suicide 14w

    The Monster

    The monsters were suppose to stay under the bed.
    I thought hiding underneath the blanket would keep them away, but instead they grabbed the blanket from me and cuddle up next to me.
    I can't see them physically, but I can feel the aura there.
    With sharp teeth and anorexic bodies.
    No fingernails, just pointy fingertips.
    Ugly, but they make me feel like something inside.
    Something that could be awaken inside.
    I smile just a little bit and sit up quick.
    Just darkness, while a few more monsters sit next to me.
    Wanting to touch all over me, I allow them.

    Feeding off my flesh and bones, as they begin to enter inside me.
    The warm fuzzy feeling, with a few butterflies in the stomach.
    Like welcoming new friends over for the first time.
    Please enjoy, my friends.
    Licking all the way up my spine, to being touched around the stomach, as one reaches for my heart.
    My heart drops, as one more monster climbs from underneath my bed and climbs right on top of me.
    This is it.
    The monster I've needed.

    As it climbed down my body, right down to my legs, touching every inch of my body, I thought to myself that this is what I need.
    Hiding underneath the blankets was nothing but anxiety.
    As the monster spreads my legs, the monster start to slowly go inside.
    I can feel the monster inside.
    Deep, warm, thick.
    The monster continues to go deeper inside me, as I can't do anything.
    I am paralyzed from the legs up. The only movement I have is the monster digging it's way to my brain.
    Their fingers reaching further up, as their legs kick my stomach, trying to reach higher.
    I couldn't help myself, but cry in laughter.
    The monster is hurting me, hurting so much that I enjoy it.
    Every little pain becomes a relief of sadness.
    Many would moan to this type of pain, but not me.
    The monster can have it's way with me, but it's my body. I have to......

    The monster plants itself in fetal position in my brain, and claws it's fingers in many places, causing me to lose balance and fall off the bed.
    I can't move, I can't speak.
    This body is no longer mine.

  • pallavi4 17w

    Wars inside me

    There's an alien in my head
    But it's not me
    Every time I conjure plans to run
    I'm unable to break free

    So caught up in my brain is
    The monster that lives inside
    Making me act like someone
    Whose feelings inside have died

    Akin to a lunatic, my head
    Makes deceptive, devious plans
    The damage is far greater
    Than physically hurting another man

    The craziness that resides deep
    Hidden and sometimes locked away
    Leaves me not in control at times
    Of the foul words that I say

    Unable to recognise that alien
    That stares back at me in the reflection
    I keep waging a war that I often lose
    And fall prey to my own deception

    Isolated by everyone who cannot see
    A semblance of restrain
    There's someone inside my head
    That over my senses reigns


    20th of May, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

    #wod #alien #warsinsidec #wars #deception #monster #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakee

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  • thetramp 18w

    Messiest Fall From Grace

    My words carry poison,
    I'll watch my words slowly deform you.
    What happened to your personality?
    Where has it gone?

    You think you have power-
    You think you are tall-
    The higher the object-
    The messier the fall.

    It may be sick,
    But I must ask,
    May I watch your fall from grace?
    I want to watch until the messy end.

    Nightmares are caused by our unconscious mind-
    You made me into a walking one.
    Don't be scared of me-
    I am the monster created by your own hand.

    As Frankenstein hunted for his abomination-
    I must live with whatever pieces you gave me.
    As Frankenstein hated his abomination-
    I will never hide the monstrosity I have become.

  • starry_advi 18w

    Today I looked myself in the mirror,
    And failed to recognize what was looking back,
    I had transformed into a stranger,
    And a monster looked back at me,
    With eyes that were pitch black.

    I looked at my body,
    It was shrivelled and filled with scars,
    I was bleeding,
    My body looked like a painting,
    Made with only red and black.

    My lips were chapped,
    And my throat felt like a desert,
    And when I tried to speak,
    I only heard a menacing growl.

    Realization hit me,
    Like a huge wave,
    And I drowned it it.
    After all,
    After listening to everyone call me a monster,
    I too,
    Had started to believe it.

    But I didn't want to,
    So, I looked into my black eyes,
    And still saw oceans of melancholy in them.

    My scars,
    Were proof of the wars,the conflicts,
    Between my heart and my brain.
    They were reminders,
    of the great victories,
    And the huge losses.

    My blood,
    The beautiful red liquid,
    Was warm and a stream of healing,
    Whose roots were buried deeply,
    within my family and I.

    The growl from my throat,
    Now didn't sound menacing,
    It sounded desperate,
    A cry for help.

    But most of all,
    Monsters don't feel pain,
    They are devoid of any emotion,
    except rage,
    They are voids filled with nothingness,
    But inside me,
    I felt pain,
    So much pain,
    I felt a broken heart,
    A broken soul,
    And a broken spirit.

    And I transformed,
    Like a phoenix rising from its ashes,
    I changed,
    Like the different phases of the moon,
    And I underwent metamorphosis,
    Like a caterpillar turns into a butterfly,

    And when I looked into the mirror again,
    I didn't see what people wanted me to see,
    I saw myself,
    In the rawest form,
    Unhealed and exposed,
    Completely free of,
    The expectations,
    The insecurities,
    And the fears,
    I saw it for what it was,
    Plain and clear,
    I was human.


    Tried writing something dark for the first time but filled with emotion. idk.
    #transform #writersnetwork #mirakee #dark #monster #reflection @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    There is no perfection, only beautiful versions of brokenness.

  • conflicted_ 20w

    Have you ever in a day tried to see your actions from any other perspective other than "thou higher and acta for greater good" perspective? The lies you say yourself to cover your cold, care free and ruthless behaviour.
    #hate #Scorpio #vent #rant #hurt #pain #vain #angry

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    You did not yield a sword,
    you hold a pen,
    a pen covered in the crimson
    of all the people you hurt in the past,
    you write in black,
    you hurt yourself,
    you cut and pierce yourself
    and write with all the sludge
    that your inners transformed
    for everything's that done
    and you're doing.
    You are no warrior,
    you're just like every other
    knight you hated and turned into,
    due course of choices not events.
    You turned into the ugly monsters you
    hated and hunted once,
    hiding behind silver,
    above the fortress of memories,
    debris of the dead,
    Bled out and wept,
    with every choice that
    you didn't or thought
    was adept.