#rejected

133 posts
  • riley1307 15w

    Flame

    The more I get to know you
    The more I like you
    The more drawn to you I am
    Your mind
    Your heart
    Your voice
    The way you uplift
    Care
    Love
    Smile
    The way you support
    My my my..
    How I wish you would look at me..
    I wish...
    Nevermind what I wish
    I could only ever hope to find someone like you
    You are magic and
    Your partner, is one lucky human
    He is one lucky guy
    The way you look at him
    I wonder if you would ever look at me that way
    I wonder if you would risk it
    I wonder if you would ever consider it
    Consider me
    How I wish
    Either way, know that you are magic
    You will always be magic
    ©riley1307

  • madinah_writes 18w

    I'm so sad right now. I wish there's someone I can talk to but, there's no one. Nobody understands me. No body wants to. Sometimes, I feel so weak and incapable but I know one thing for sure... That I'm not a failure. And if I am, I'm not a total failure.

    Dad complains, mum supports him. All my siblings are laughing at me, even our neighbors. They mock my writings and body shape and skin colour. How my hair grow and even how I walk and talk. Deep inside, I know I'm not perfect and I can never be. At 23, I don't even have a boyfriend like my mates do. Oh God... Provide me someone from you.
    Someone understanding, who would make my world, paradise. I'm so tired of home. Most times, I get insulted for things I didn't even do or things that aren't even my fault. But I take all the blame, bold chested. Yet, I'm being called lazy, Stupid, crazy, dull.
    This happens within me. Only me know what exactly I feel. How painful it is right now, even though it's unbearable.


    It's so painful how I get rejected every single time. At home and in relationships. I don't have second chances. I'm always the rejected one... the last. The one left with tears in her eyes and knife in her heart. I'm always the one, tagged for failure even though I do all in my power to satisfy them. They don't recognize it. I'm being scolled for writing and restricted from visiting friends.

    I'm so tired of me, myself and I right now. I might just kill these three with one stone so it would be a short, tragedic story. At least, everyone would be satisfied. They'd forget me in no time and let me would move on. And who knows? This might be my last night on earth.


    #sad #sucidal #parentlife #mirakee #journal #writes #thoughts #rejected #failure #wod #pod #miraquil #writerscommunity #writersbay

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    Me, Myself & I

    ©madinah_writes

  • madinah_writes 20w

    Words infiltrated
    Songs impregnated
    Diets percolated
    Dressings permeated
    Centuries after centuries,
    I watch my culture penetrated
    Redefined by currency notes that were once pearly cowries.
    Year after year
    Defined is our nation as it accepts civilization.
    Or is it we that leads ourselves to such destruction?

    Worshipping negated
    Tradition deserted
    Folklore vitiated
    Costume abated
    Superstition rejected
    Yet, I watch nature reprobated
    Reneged for artificial and science and technology.
    Generation after generation
    We bleach the beauty of our rich past and history.
    Forgetting what it feels and owns and looks like.
    Day after Day
    Our mother African, like dirt is being washed away
    Or is our blind eyes that don't see her this way?
    Or it's our dried mouths have nothing worthy to say?

    ©Madinah_Writes



    #rejected #blackpoetry #african #mirakee #writes #writerscommunity #pod #wod #blackculture #fashion #poetry #thoughts

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    Nothing Worthy To Say

    ©madinah_writes

  • madinah_writes 20w

    Words infiltrated
    Songs impregnated
    Diets percolated
    Dressings permeated
    Centuries after centuries,
    I watch my culture penetrated
    Redefined by currency notes that were once pearly cowries.
    Year after year
    Defined is our nation as it accepts civilization.
    Or is it we that leads ourselves to such destruction?

    Worshipping negated
    Tradition deserted
    Folklore vitiated
    Costume abated
    Superstition rejected
    Yet, I watch nature reprobated
    Reneged for artificial and science and technology.
    Generation after generation
    We bleach the beauty of our rich past and history.
    Forgetting what it feels and owns and looks like.
    Day after Day
    Our mother African, like dirt is being washed away
    Or is our blind eyes that don't see her this way?
    Or it's our dried mouths have nothing worthy to say?

    © Madinah_Writes



    #rejected #blackpoetry #african #mirakee #writes #writerscommunity #pod #wod #blackculture #fashion #poetry #thoughts

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    Nothing Worthy To Say

    ©madinah_writes

  • madinah_writes 20w

    Words infiltrated
    Songs impregnated
    Diets percolated
    Dressings permeated
    Centuries after centuries,
    I watch my culture penetrated
    Redefined by currency notes that were once pearly cowries.
    Year after year
    Defined is our nation as it accepts civilization.
    Or is it we that leads ourselves to such destruction?

    Worshipping negated
    Tradition deserted
    Folklore vitiated
    Costume abated
    Superstition rejected
    Yet, I watch nature reprobated
    Reneged for artificial and science and technology.
    Generation after generation
    We bleach the beauty of our rich past and history.
    Forgetting what it feels and owns and looks like.
    Day after Day
    Our mother African, like dirt is being washed away
    Or is our blind eyes that don't see her this way?
    Or it's our dried mouths have nothing worthy to say?

    © Madinah_Writes



    #rejected #blackpoetry #african #mirakee #writes #writerscommunity #pod #wod #blackculture #fashion #poetry #thoughts

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    Nothing Worthy To Say

    ©madinah_writes

  • madinah_writes 21w

    Words infiltrated
    Songs impregnated
    Diets percolated
    Dressings permeated
    Centuries after centuries,
    I watch my culture penetrated
    Redefined by currency notes that were once pearly cowries.
    Year after year
    Defined is our nation as it accepts civilization.
    Or is it we that leads ourselves to such destruction?

    Worshipping negated
    Tradition deserted
    Folklore vitiated
    Costume abated
    Superstition rejected
    Yet, I watch nature reprobated
    Reneged for artificial and science and technology.
    Generation after generation
    We bleach the beauty of our rich past and history.
    Forgetting what it feels and owns and looks like.
    Day after Day
    Our mother African, like dirt is being washed away
    Or is our blind eyes that don't see her this way?
    Or it's our dried mouths have nothing worthy to say?

    © Madinah_Writes



    #rejected #blackpoetry #african #mirakee #writes #writerscommunity #pod #wod #blackculture #fashion #poetry #thoughts

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    Nothing Worthy To Say

    ©madinah_writes

  • bushbaby 24w

    •The Black Sheep•

    You stand separate from the crowd.

    Your skin speaks for you; it speaks loud,
    Devoid of color, a deadly sign,
    That your destiny's destined for demise.
    You stand ugly, next to the flock,
    Your features are a warning bell; the devil's mark, shut doors and a frozen clock,
    And your every wrong step is evidence,
    That they exercise, in not shooting you down, benevolence,
    Out of the goodness of their painted skins.

    They cry about the beauty of difference,
    Yet your difference is different; it's a grievance,
    Don't you know your way's been predicted, apprehended,
    Your inevitable doom, by the words of some colour-blind fools?
    You did not ask to be faced with their frowns,
    When your odd frame stood too short for their inherited golden crowns,
    You did not wish to be labeled a disgrace,
    Or against your will, become a symbol; a story to recall, to advise on some cheap mistake.

    In a field of white, you've been rejected.
    You long to feel accepted, but they said stay away, you're infected;
    Infected with their ideals, infected with their hate, maybe,
    Who decides that white is unblemished,
    That black can't be warmth, can't be kindness, can't be loyalty?
    You do not need to paint yourself white,
    To win that race or lose that fight,
    For the whole flock gazes up at the same sky,
    And the sun and the moon and the twinkling of the night;
    Does it really matter, when the day ends, if your coat's a little less light?

    Isn't that the truth, that when the dusk falls,
    Colors and voids look the same, stripped down to a man's choice?
    When the darkness settles, it won't be clear, the color of your skin,
    But the strength of your voice will ring out; your choices, and your inborn spirit.

    You stand separate from the crowd.

    Your skin speaks for you, it speaks loud;
    Muddy with endurance, and hardened by strife,
    They tried to break you, but the damage merely made you wise;
    Wise enough to know you could live just as well as them, stuck on your side of the tracks,
    Though they stand pristine and polished,
    And you stand alone, laden with cracks.

    __•__
    #oddoneout #blacksheep #rejected #roughlife #wrongtracks #different #motivational #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork

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    The Black Sheep - your skin speaks for you;
    it speaks loud


    ©bushbaby

  • beingpoetic17 39w

    Moon from the moors

    There is a world out there,
    Where the moon is red,
    With two eyes and a smile
    No rabbit trapped on the surface
    No changing faces every day
    It is full of happy children
    Not trapped and rejected
    Free as birds, glowing as flowers,
    There is a world called moors,
    Where the moon accepts the children
    As they are, as they want to be!
    ©harry1720

  • anshubharti 40w

    Failures and rejections don't define you dear... ✌

    ©anshubharti

  • sidharthsuraj 41w

    Withered in denial,
    like a corpse with tears,
    I remained afloat and senile,
    living in long lost fears.

    ©sid_payn

  • kameronjoy 42w

    One Life

    That's all we get. After we die, no one knows for sure what happens to our souls. So, this is it, guys.

    Who cares if Tracy didn't accept your friend request or if your shitty relatives don't like you.

    Do they even like themselves?

    Are the people who don't like you, really even worth it?

    How are their morals? Do they even have ANY????

    Let people think what they want of you, you don't really get a choice anyway.

    What matters most, is what YOU think of YOU.

    I believe everyone has a true calling. Listen to that little voice inside!



    ©kj

  • the_shallow_one 48w

    She had learnt to love,
    Was taught not to cry.
    Got hurt more than she'd deserve,
    The one she thought to be her soulmate,
    Didnt even try.

    The empty look in her stares,
    The silent screams in her breath,
    All the wasted efforts she had put,
    Would put any immoral soul to their death
    ©the_shallow_one

  • mia_yham_ 49w

    "ROSES CRIED"
    By: Mia Palencia

    Roses are red, Violets are blue
    When I say "Baby, I love You",
    Believe my words because that's true.
    But roses are not all red,
    And violets will never ever be blue,
    You answered, "Yes I'm in love too...
    "But I'm sorry 'cause it's not you."

    Roses are red, Violets are blue
    I cried alone all night because of you,
    Hoping all you said were not true,
    But roses are not all red,
    And violets will never ever be blue,
    I am not inside a nightmare, I'm not dreaming,
    'Cause I saw how happy you are with her.

    Roses are red, Violets are blue
    I'm ready to move forward, forgetting about you,
    I need to move on 'cause it's just me who loves you,
    But roses are not all red,
    And violets will never ever be blue,
    You came to me crying 'cause she cheated on you,
    And this stupid heart of mine accepted you.

    Roses are red, Violets are blue
    You're here with me now but I can't see your smile,
    I thought I'll be happy with me in your arms,
    How can I ever forget that roses are not all red,
    And violets will never ever be blue,
    She came running to you begging for forgiveness,
    You accepted her and left me hanging again.

    Roses are not all red and violets are not blue,
    My mind has been wreck, my heart is broken,
    I'm alone in the dark while she's been forgiven,
    Because roses are not all red,
    And violets will never ever be blue,
    You can't love me back the way that I love you,
    And I know that I can't be with you.

    #roses #thorns #cries #love #pain #rejected #storypart #mimi #filipino #filipinowriter #filipinopoet #writersnetwork #writersbay #mirakee #mirakeeworld #pod

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    "Roses Cried"

    Roses are red, Violets are blue
    When I say "Baby, I love You",
    Believe my words because that's true.
    But roses are not all red,
    And violets will never ever be blue,
    You answered, "Yes I'm in love too...
    "But I'm sorry 'cause it's not you."

    ©mia_yham_

  • inspiredbysomeone 52w

    Difficulties always arise with people only when we don't accept them or we were rejected !!
    Moral : Whatever the case just accept !!
    ©inspiredbysomeone

  • swiftlove 54w

    Broken heart

    A broken heart is just a lonely start.
    You feel this pain with nothing else to gain.
    Your heart is stricken,
    Now all that's left is for it to heal and thicken.
    Both parties crushed,
    One full of regret,
    And one to vulnerable to say anything yet.
    Rejected and denied,
    You feel that betrayal deep down inside?
    It haunts you I'm sure,
    Makes you feel like there is nothing left to live for.
    You'll rise up again,
    Build those walls up,
    Defend yourself,
    So you won't make that fall again.
    Your heart will mend,
    But until then,
    Focus on you, that is all you can do.
    ©swiftlove

  • the_creative_mind 55w

    •—R. E. J. E. C. T. I. O. N—•

    A vine of rejection
    From the endless pit
    Wraps around my neck.
    Twisting, turning,
    Closing on me.
    I squirm under it's pressure
    As my feeble arms try
    To break free.
    As my eyes tear up,
    Why me?
    Can I be this? Can I do that?
    I ask
    With hope in my eyes.
    Getting a short "No"
    I crumble
    With muffled cries.
    I sit and look
    At the blank wall
    With unshed tears.
    Am I not trustworthy at all?
    Am I that careless?
    Ain't I deserve any happiness?
    Everytime joy knocks my door,
    They shackle me to sadness.
    Weighing me down
    Cutting my wings
    Suffocating to death.
    The cold rejections
    Make me shudder,
    And I drown
    In an endless cavern.
    Now, they've broken me so bad
    That I don't even ask
    My curiosity is dead.
    I shut up,
    Back up,
    Lock myself up,
    With a smile intact.
    As after every rejection,
    I swim in my tears
    And die singing lullabies.

    @the_creative_mind
    _______________
    #rejected #lost #repost #hurt #pod #mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay

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    Rejection

    The heart wrenching truth about how unwanted and worthless you are...

    ©the_creative_mind

  • charithaburri 57w

    Thought for the day

    Every rejected piece is a block buster, remember when failures arouse you....
    ©charithaburri

  • anush18 61w

    In a world full of temporary love you're my permanent brokenness!

  • altairviolet 63w

    Do you?

    Do you remember that night in which you made me cry? You probably don't, but I definitely do
    I sat in my bed and I just wanted to die
    With just the thought of you

    The rejection streaming down my face
    Feeling my heartbeat fucking race
    That night I became more than manic
    Covered in tears, anxiety and mostly panic

    A year and more than a half has gone by since that night
    I still don't think the time was right
    Maybe I should have kept the secret in longer
    These feelings I have that I still haven't conquered

    The fear of losing you to someone else
    Especially undeserving of yourself
    It'll be two years since that day next year
    And I still don't think you've shed a single tear

    What was it about me you weren't attracted to?
    Or was it ever truly you?
    What was it about me that you didn't love?
    Or were you not in the position to offer love?

    ©altairviolet

  • jithinsharma_7 67w

    If being alone hurts ... Think about being in a crowd and getting rejected !
    ©jithinsharma_7