#monsters

580 posts
  • _princy_ 4w

    Beneath every monster lies a tragedy.

    ©_princy_

  • liepa_malijauskaite 5w

    Subconscious
    ______________


    Run while you can,
    They right behind you,
    Run far away,
    Were they won't find you.

    Don't let them catch,
    A glimpse of misery,
    Don't leave no trace,
    Of anger in your heart.

    They feed on tears,
    They drink the pain,
    Dark shadow in your mind,
    The monsters of the night.

    ©liepa_malijauskaite

  • deepikasarma 7w

    They dont spit fire, but salt. #tears#monsters#flow#grief#writersnetwork

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    "

    All those monsters in you,
    I think are tears that
    never got to flow.
    D.S

  • hindoldas 9w

    Ever saw the moon covered sky and thought if there would be vampire apocalypse how would it be

    ©hindoldas

  • darkmoon696 11w

    I wonder if we'll know in the aftermath that death took over and left us dead.

    @writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakeeworld @mirakee_post

    #monsters #creatures #scary #horror #blood #fear #ghost #dark #accident #sad #death #debris

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    The Rail Accident

    Making my way through the debris, I walk slowly to the corner of the warehouse.

    'How have I ended up here', I ask myself.
    'Where is my wife?', I exclaim as I stand still, gazing at the debris.

    'She'll soon be here, my child', a semi-transparent figure what appears to be an old lady affirms.
    'Be here? What is even this place? And why can I look through you?', I ask her.

    'You don't remember, do you?', she replies.
    'The last thing I remember is having a drink with my wife on the train as we entered a tunnel', I say as I have a look at the debris again.

    'This is what is left of that train, my child. And now you are one of us', she says and vanishes.

    ©darkmoon696

  • om_nik 11w

    #life #cruality #happiness #monsters #monstracity #fire #destruction #reality #thinking #prey #innocence #hindiwriting #poetry #writersnetwork @writersnetwork #truth #world #people #inside

    •• और ये वो सच्चाई है जिसे हम जितना भी झुठलाएं,
    वो बदल नहीं सकती ।
    हम खुद कभी न कभी, कही न कही ये बात अच्छे से जानते भी है ।
    मानते भी है भले कुछ वक्त के लिए ।
    कभी उससे भागते भी है,
    लेकिन ये डोर से पैर में बंधा हुआ वो फंदा है
    जो जितना भागो उतना पीछा करता रहता है ।
    तकलीफ देता रहता है ।
    वक्त के साथ उसकी आदत भी हो जाती है,
    और साथ ही रूह पर
    उसके निशान भी बन जाते हैं ।
    ••

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    असलियत

    जाने या अनजाने
    हम अक्सर दूसरों के मिटते वजूद में
    अपनी खुशी ढूंढते रहते हैं ।
    बात थोड़ी कड़वी सी है, पर सोचा जाएं
    तो उतनी ही सच भी है ।

    जलता हुआ दिया हो
    या दूसरे की डोर को काटकर फिर खुद कही
    कचरे में शामिल होने वाली कागज की पतंग हो ।
    आसमान में टूटता हुआ तारा हो
    या आग में जलकर खाक होने वाली लकड़ी हो ।

    उनका जल जाना, मिट जाना, तारतार हो जाना
    कही न कही उन सब में हम अपनी खुशी ढूंढ लेते है ।

    एक ना दूसरी तरफ से
    हम कभी मासूम से शिकार होते है,
    तो कभी जाने अनजाने खुद में दबे हुएं
    खूंखार शिकारी भी होते हैं ।

    ©om_nik

  • darkmoon696 11w

    Day 245 since humanity has been challenged to it's extreme capabilities as the creatures have taken over.

    Survivors stay where you are. The city's full of them.

    @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @miraquill @mirakee_post

    #monsters #creatures #scary #horror #blood #fear #ghost #dark

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    Creatures

    I sit here in absolute fear as I hear them crawling all over the place.

    'Shhh', I whisper to my friend who has already lost a leg to those creatures.
    I see him in the adjacent aisle, crying in pain.
    'I can't take it anymore', He says as he tries his best to not make a sound.

    'Aahhh', he screams, at last. There isn't much we can do as all of our supplies are laying at the entrance of the supermarket. I hear footsteps coming in our direction as I slowly retreat to my corner in the aisle.

    Blood squirts out his neck as it takes in his head. These things are so fast and humans are not at all a fit for them.

    'Saint Avenue 43rd St, don't even dare to enter the zone. It's full of them.', I shout into the radio.
    I didn't realise then, that those would be my last words.

    ©darkmoon696

  • bliss__ 12w

    Monsters

    *I remember as a child I was always terrified by monsters. At night, I would imagine them under my bed crawling and making noises. Even the slightest bit of sound used to unsettle me. This fear* made me the person I am today, for it thought me that these monsters are whome I made them to be. Without my imagination they would never exist. Just like our problems in today's world, half of the problems are just in our imagine and most of the problems are not in our control. So relax don't let your imaginations get the best of you.
    ©bliss__

  • love_dara 15w

    monsters

    The monsters were never
    under the bed
    They lived inside her
    and dwelled there they
    lived there
    ate there
    slept there

    there lovely hair was of poison
    and there smile full of woe

    You see monsters couldnt haunt her
    for she was one herself

    But then one night
    a cold, cold night
    where the air around her was deadly

    In walked a man who had holes in
    his palms that could had power
    to amend her

    She resisted but learned to let him
    in 'cause

    He changed her rags into riches
    her cobwebs to chandeliers
    her lamenting to laughing
    He helped her soul escape from the
    fowler so she can breath in fresh liberty

    The monsters were never
    under the bed
    They lived inside her
    ©love_dara

  • thebhavnasaxena 16w

    I dip my fingers in
    Crimson, and cut my
    Hand on the shards of
    My broken heart that
    Held gossamer dreams
    Spun of sunshine and
    The warmest mauves
    And softest pinks of
    Emotions that came
    Close to what I knew as
    Love, once upon a time.
    Today they lie decaying,
    Deepest of mahogany,
    Shapest of blues, yet in this
    Indigo ferment, I see passion
    Simmering red and burgundy,
    Like the wine that stained my
    Lips that moment your deceitful
    Lips had moved over mine.





    #love #relationships #life #moments #ghost #revenge #girl #woman #beauty #death #dream #fight #dance #fairytale #ink #heart #feelings #stories #shewrites #followme #poet #creative #readwriteunite #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersofmirakee #poetsofmirakee #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #freeverse #pod #wds #writinglife #quotes #poem #mood #thoughts #diary #writersbay #mirakeeworld #journal #words #lessons #beast #colors #art #monsters #bulbull #caricature #inspired

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    Chalice

    I dip my fingers in this riot
    Of hues, my broken heart a
    Chalice of inks, each one thick
    With stories I never got to tell,
    Of wishes stabbed to death,
    I write of ghosts that were
    The girls who fell in love
    With monsters, hoping against hope,
    That theirs would be a fairytale,
    But some beasts are just that,
    Sometimes love is not strong enough,
    Sometimes, beauty doesn't waltz
    Under grand chandeliers, no,
    There lives a beauty that slays her
    Monsters, and on their carcasses,
    She dances under the pale moonlight,
    A ferocious work of art, come to life.
    ©thebhavnasaxena

  • bhavana_29 18w

    Keep the fairytales to the minimum; I’m just trying to get back to reality
    I’m no sleeping beauty but I could be a wandering alice just trying to get out of wonderland. I’m no snow white but possibly a hopeless Cinderella. I do believe in true love. There were so many winding roads leading to the love I desired, I believe I’ve lost the way out of these stories I have been told. You see I know Prince Charming isn’t waiting around the corner to save me from the monsters I have created. He’s just trying to fight his own monsters and make it out alive. All I’m asking is if I make it through the woods without being eaten by any Big bad wolf can we keep the fairy tales to a minimum?

  • _clara_ 18w

    Evil Monsters

    They are trapped inside a tower,
    Locked and lost the key;
    This tower isn't very grand,
    It's really not that tall;
    But they still can not escape it,
    They can not break free at all;
    Cause that tower has been built inside my head, and there's nowhere else to go;
    They play peacefully during the day,
    But they scream so loud when the sun hides away;
    They tell me stories late at night,
    And bring back memories I had carefully stored away, in a box that I thought I'd never find again;
    They make me doubt myself,
    And the mistakes I made years back;
    Sometimes they let me play with them,
    And often they scare me off;
    But I guess those 'evil monsters' aren't so evil after all,
    Since they keep me company when I'm alone,
    Instead of playing hide and seek in the dark space of my wardrobe...
    ©_clara_

  • pgejon 20w

    When i was young my mom would scare me to sleep with those monsters under my bed, like if i won't sleep they'll surely take me.

    My mom was right, they'll take me.

    But now i'm wide awake - the monsters aren't under my bed anymore, they keep me company.


    #mirakeeworld #3AMthoughts #anxiety #life #thoughts #monsters #dark

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    Monsters aren't under my bed anymore,
    They keep me company.

    pgejon
    2.36 - 050521

  • amatullahsabir 22w

    In search of the Sun

    I look behind, monsters smile back,
    That's not where I want to go!
    That's not where I want to go!
    I need to keep steady on my run,
    In search of the sun,
    In search of the sun.

    I'm ready to leave my past,
    But its tentacles hold onto me hard,
    Keeping a watch on me like a prisoner guard.
    I need to escape, the ways can't be none,
    In search of the sun,
    In search of the sun.

    I can't, I'm disheartened, I crumble, I fall,
    Except behind, to all my sides there a wall,
    Then you came, like to drought a rainfall.
    Held my hand and said, "We now fight as one",
    In search of the sun,
    In search of the sun.

    At night they still creep and I can't disregard,
    The sight of my bruises, the way I was scarred,
    They are about to win, and you play the trump card.
    I soar high again with one vision,
    In search of the sun,
    In search of the sun.

    I never ran as fast as I do now,
    I walk past, and the trees bow,
    As if being free was my Queen's oath and vow.
    My reign has now begun,
    In search of the sun,
    In search of the sun.

    I'm ready to fly, run and jump,
    As my heart beats with loud thumps,
    I look behind all monsters I have trumped.
    I feel fulfilled, to me no harm can be done,
    In search of the sun,
    In search of the sun
    ©amatullahsabir

  • zikra_ 22w

    . S T O R Y T I M E : 3

    So, dont expect that this one too is going to be something related to my school. So, to make things clear let me tell you that I live in a colony where every house is of my relative (from far ones to close ones). There is a wide ground at the centre where all the kids play, young folks talk on phone roaming around and old ones feel the breeze while walking.

    My drawing room is not attached to my house whose door is half of metal and thoda upar net type h jisse andar kya hai dikh sake. We visit there rarely or you can say never. It's safai is done annually. Only sofa and a charpai full of dust, resides there. There is no light as the connection has been cut off cuz there's no use of it. It's kinda guest room which is down stairs in front of the ground. Are things clear now? Yeah... One thing more to tell, this drawing room was made 56 years ago when my grandparents were alive. I guess this much info is enough!? Now moving forward.

    We had a portrait of Rani Laxmi Bai gifted by some of our relative and it was hung on the wall of out drawing room. The old ones of our entire colony including my parents say that the eyes of Rani Laxmi bai used to move left and right every night. Once whole posture of her was changed. This news went trending in the colony and everyone started gossiping about it. My parents decided to remove that portrait so it was removed from the WALL not from the ROOM. It was kept somewhere behind the sofa. This was all about the first strange incident that happened in there.

    9-10 years later, my grandma died, I was probably 5-6 y/o. I still remember that her dead body was kept on a charpai in that room and every one was sitting on the ground making lot of hue and cry. After few months, my bade papa who lives in lucknow visited here and his driver was given our drawing room to spend his night. Next morning, when my brother went to him to ask for chai he saw that driver was lying outside the room. When he knocked on his shoulder to wake him up, he instantly opened his eyes keeping one hand on his cheeks, he said I'll not stay here, she slaps so hard. My brother was really confused and was wheezing a bit because of his statement. He brought him a cup of water. After few hours, when he was able to recognize things around him, Bade papa along with all the kids of the colony encircled him. Bade papa asked what happened last night, he just said she came last night and slapped me with full strength and I fell down from the charpai. We didn't know if he was saying the truth. But everytime he comes here he refuses to sleep there and stays outside.

    Third strange incident that happened 3 years ago, it was evening and around 7:30 was on the clock. There was half moon hanging in the dull sky. We were in the ground playing oonch neech. Suddenly, something pushed the gate of our drawing room with full strength from inside. The sound was so loud that the blabbering of the kids stopped. There was pin drop silence in the ground having 12-15 kids. Didi(relative) came out vibing in her own, her face turned around to see what we're gazing at being this much silent and she shouted. Our gaze shifted at her. Pointing at our drawing room she said there's someone standing in white dress. We were like accha mazaak hai but deep down we too were scared bhaii! After few hours, again someone slammed the door. All the young boys of our society grabbed courage to see what's in there. And they saw 3 little kittens, one white and two black and white scratching the door. They were like inse dar rahe the huh?

    Haan bhai! Ho gyi galti or un overacting wali didi ko dikhao koi ye khamakhaan game kharab krdiya. Hunh! But still those lil kittens can never slam the door that hard.So these were the tales about our drawing room.
    ©zikra

    NOTE: Isko padhne ke baad bed ke niche mat dekhna. Or bina kisi sharam ke kisi ko utha dena jab bhi washroom jana ho. Raat kharab karne ka thank you baad me bolna. Bye

    @sans_bornes @udit94
    #ztorytime
    #monsters ?

    Leaving mirakee for few days. Take care.

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    ©zikra_

  • james_taumas 23w

    Jupiter

    Ancient god
    Gas titan prison
    On Europa
    Under freezing seas
    Sunken eldritch city
    Sister to Atlantis
    Name in alien tongue
    It's populace devolved
    Punished for devotion
    Tentacle horrors now
    They pray to Jupiter.

    ©james_taumas

  • shamein555 25w

    The Island Of Conflicts

    A spectacular sight to behold
    Truly a piece of heaven on earth
    Yet concealed deep within its walls is hell in disguise
    Here away from prying eyes and ears Monsters roam freely
    The women slender and blather
    The possessed monsters within strive for chaos
    Hold your possessions tight alas they be snatched
    You needn’t fear one out of the ten
    For the one walks without the haunted spirit
    It gets more petrifying
    The Men wear masks of Angels
    Behind these masks lay treacherous silent slayers
    Pretending to befriend you yet terrorizing you in your sleep
    To these monsters you’re the prize to their race
    Testosterone fuel demons lurk outside darken windows
    The foul creatures seek every maiden to be their bride
    A fair warning my fellow maidens
    In the island of beauty
    Your chamber is carved within cold stone
    Be aware your protective barrier masks a veiled agenda
    Make haste to flee
    Here Monsters wear masks of beautiful humans
    Run if you must for I was stung by these monsters
    My mind has been infected with fear and restlessness
    ©shamein555

  • arahabaki 28w

    Monsters Under Bed

    I remember myself searching
    For the monsters under the bed
    Little me used to fear a lot
    Thinking they will make me one of them

    But the grown up me has given up the search now
    Realizing it was all fake
    But even today when the night falls
    I lay on the bed wide awake
    Cause I dread every morning that will rise ahead

    Whenever I look in the mirror I see those monsters staring Through my eyes right at my face

    Laughing devilishly
    As anxiety, pain, depression engulfs slowly -
    My hope, happiness and smile
    That once existed on my face

    I have given up searching for the monsters under my bed Cause I have realized they dwell inside my head

    Please help me out
    Cause they have almost convinced me that
    'It's too late.

    ©arahabaki

  • wifey_suicide 32w

    There’s Monsters

    My whole life has been filled with greed
    My own family has stolen from me
    What do you do when everybody fiends
    A better life is what I need
    Nobody can hear your scream
    Even there’s monsters in my dreams
    Weed can only get me so far
    So I just spam and laugh at memes
    I know what I need
    But it’s a little far to fetch and claim
    I’m so drained
    Only a little I have claimed
    I’m too much of an angel to go and stain
    But too much of a root of an evil, that I still go insane
    There’s so much of me that is left unexplained
    Half the men I’ve messed with, I don’t remember their name


    There’s monsters beneath my bed
    They tell me secrets all the time
    Paranoid, mostly when I’m high
    Can’t afford therapy
    Only solution is to die
    Just like every other celebrity
    All else fails
    I know the remedy
    The devil, he possibly has me
    Crossing off my name
    To myself and I
    As I lay in my room, cry and cry
    Like I even know why
    Suicidal yes, but not when I’m dressed up
    So...

    Constantly always stressed
    Shoot me in the head
    Explode my brains out
    Like Kennedy
    Take your shot. Aim. fire.

    ©wifey_suicide

  • anonym_o 42w

    "It's just a phase" they said
    Get over it its gonna get better instead
    It doesn't really need to be dealt
    I hoped its true as i slowly started to melt

    "Such a sweet girl" i felt their whines
    We never really saw the signs
    Wished she got the help she needed
    Well you should have said that before i was dead
    My eyes stared lifelessly from the bed
    As the monsters on my soul fed..
    ©anonym_o