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  • consciousness_ 2d

    Excessive thinking is a shit and somehow it leads us to stress and depression.
    It's a contraction of brain. It happens bcz you continuosly talk to yourself in ur mind.
    So just stop talking to yourself.

  • muskaanbhatt 4d


    I am suffering in this wetland of life
    Where I am trying to push my self up every second

    But my life have some other plans for me
    That's why it's taking me deep and deep in it.

  • czarcasm 2w

    Amongst man

    She sat there, knees to her chest

    Crying her frustration to the world

    It had built in her for so long

    That she couldn't hide the seething tears

    From the air

    'Why do I have to deal with this?'

    She asks herself

    Knowing that she was alone with her woes

    Or so she thought

    But little did she know her whimpers had drawn someone near

    Who was also crying

    At the sight of the broken girl

    'Dear Lord, you told me to forgive them

    Yet all they've done is stab me again'

    She wails

    Tears clouding her vision as she asks God why she had this wretched feeling

    She knew she didn't belong there

    Unappreciated, unloved

    But she had nowhere else to go

    And no one who cared

    The feeling in her gut was close to exploding free

    And she was close to losing herself completely

    She didn't hear the steps as they approached

    Or even felt as the hand wrapped around her waist

    It wasn't until she felt their own hot tears that she looked up

    Ashamed but unabashed

    A truly broken human

    She didn't even try to hide the bruises or scars

    And he didn't even ask

    He knew why she had them

    He knew why she stayed

    'Its okay to feel weak in moments of darkness

    It's okay to cry

    Your scars are your badges showing the world

    You can make it through anything

    Because you've been through worse'

    He pulls her closer

    Crying with her until her wracking sobs slowed

    Down to whimpers

    'I don't know if I can do it'

    She whispers

    Voice so full of pain that it hurt even his own heart

    For he knew her pain and suffering

    'Its now about if you can do it

    Everyone says that to themselves

    It's about showing yourself that you won't let him win

    You won't let him break you

    For you are truly an angel

    Amongst man'


  • 84prasen 2w

    Will You Cry for Me

    Will you cry for me?
    Mine can't bring tears anymore
    They must have been dried up,
    As I'm crying since long .
    From the advent of my life
    Crying I,
    I cried for little things,
    I whimpered for love;
    And to see the departure of
    Near ones, I wailed enough .
    I cried over victory and loss,
    Now at the brink of my life
    I can't cry anymore.....
    So, will you cry for me?

    (©️Prasenjit Chanda )
    From my book "Musing".

  • tengarden 4w


    I am drowning
    The deep black sea embracing me
    Can't breathe, can't fight
    Slowly taking me
    To her intoxicated drunken place
    Where life isn't exist.

    It hurts
    It hurts so much
    Like a Scrabble heart
    Taking away from alive person.

    Oh gosh!
    I want to scream
    I want to escape .

    But alas!
    I am all alone with it all.

  • maria_sheena 5w

    Suffering; a seed of Happiness

    Suffering when reaches to it's End
    The flowers of Happiness blossom everywhere and that pain becomes just a memory! A nightmare


  • yasirahmad_ 5w

    A roadside Can

    Ordeals of a Roadside Can:-

    Life is very harsh, and nauseous now
    I'm being flung on the road
    Where I pass my days in suffering
    And pain, they show their football skills
    And let go of their anger on my innocent
    Colourful tin body, with their new
    And ragged shoes, I manage to look
    Into their eyes with no fear at all
    With their kicking, bashing and smashing
    I have started to develop small
    Holes now, actually I was the one
    Who was always ready to satisfy
    Their thirst in the harsh summer,
    I was holding right next to their lips
    And they couldn't afford to drop
    I and I was being carried into
    Their pockets, bags, in their
    Expensive cars, deep freezers
    And without my presence
    Their every party was incomplete,
    But as they say, life is harsh
    And luck can Turn around
    For good and for bad anytime
    As it had turned for me,
    When I was full and quenching
    Their thirst, there was respect
    But now when I am empty,
    I only get kicks on the roads, gardens, Playgrounds from all kinds of people
    Be it children, teenage boys
    Adults, and even the old people
    Don't spare me, I'm lying in
    A pool of blood, with cuts and
    Scars on my body which was once
    Painted and Designed in a very
    Beautiful way, but alas!
    I'm being pounded, kicked, and crushed.
    This is fate and I was born for this!

  • rohitsayyed 5w


    मंज़िलो की राहो पर काटो पे चलना पड़ता है,
    हर खुशी हासिल करने के लिए,
    गमो से भी गुजरना पड़ता है,
    किसी को भी आसानी से,
    कुछ मिलता नही जिंदगी मे,
    सबसे ऊपर चमकने के लिए,
    उस सूरज को भी जलना पड़ता है


  • haarika 6w

    Note to Self

    When life hits you from everyside and say you are wrong, but your heart still believes in you, it's painful. Don't change just because the world is against you. Listen to your inner voice and make your steps.


  • heartofbabel 7w

    [ Necromancer ]

    Love met with no desire
    Chase the pulse as it expires
    Maybe then I'll feel the fire
    Still this corpse is cold to touch
    Looking now out for a savior
    One day I may never waiver
    Until then I'll have to tailor
    To a life that's just a crutch

    What I sought to be was righteous
    Yet it ended in a crisis
    That is nothing more than lifeless
    And I've all but given up
    Now I wander with these morsels
    Of a life that's damning mortals
    How I long to know the morals
    Instead, I'm choking on the cup

    For the drink I drank was soured
    And it churns and burns with power
    And the hand has struck the hour
    Of the time I had to spare
    Yet as I lift my hands they tremble
    And they no longer resemble
    The once valiant, mighty rebel
    That had longed to beat despair

    Now from this crypt I rise a devil
    With an agony that revels
    If my heart could only settle
    Into life or into death
    So I hold my breath and swallow
    Wrapped in the blanket of this hollow
    And I pray this grave is shallow
    But I fear eternal depth

    Shall I commit to reach the summit
    From the soils I have plummet
    May I once hear the mighty trumpet
    See the victories of grace
    But it's my mind that only bellows
    The damnation of these echoes
    Already drowning in the shadows
    The reflections of disgrace

    Now my corpse has become brittle
    Lined and course, torn and riddled
    I am seeking an acquittal
    But I'm the only one, to judge
    And in this darkness there's no telling
    Time nor length which I've been dwelling
    And still internal constant yelling
    Is the heart that lies begrudged

    It is hell I've come to linger
    Which I can only point the finger
    At myself, for living hindered
    If of a life I still possess
    For I have always been the culprit
    Built this prison from the pulpit
    And now remain here to convulse it
    In the afflictions of distress

    I have become the apostle
    Of the grave that speaks to fossils
    It was never more a gospel
    Just the evil I have kept
    Now buried, forever silenced
    Knelt to intercede in violence
    For it is loss that's drawn alliance
    Within the worshiping of death


    #HeartOfBabel #Babel #GaratheDen
    #Consequence #Regret #Suffering #Agony #Despair #Oblivion #Purgatory #Necromancer

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  • baatein_aur_tum 7w

    Here I sit with a blade in my hand,
    Held firmly above my wrist.
    So close to slicing myself.
    Swallowing my tears and muffling my voice.
    Trying to hold my breath to steady my hands.
    I close my eyes and let my heart cry.
    I almost slice myself with this two inched escape.
    But, then I remember the promises I have made.
    I remember the faces of my loved ones and,
    I decide to suffer again for them.
    #suffering #writersnetwork #writershub
    #baatein_aur_tum #miraquill #mirakeewriters #blade

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    Here I sit with a blade in my hand,
    Held firmly above my wrist.

  • czarcasm 7w


    Words so smooth can only get you so far
    You try as you must but you may never reach that bar

    You cry silent

    You cry alone

    Because there's never no one else home
    To hear my tears
    As the hit the floor

    But how would that be the end of my suffering

    Lip bite
    Internal scream
    What is it that you've really seen

    No body is who they really seem
    So why are you out here acting like you really mean

    You meant nothing
    When you said those three words

    You were cold
    And I was just a bag in the wind

    Floating carelessly wonderfully amazed how one could be so careless

    Full of hate
    That you couldn't wait
    To see me like I am now

    Reaching hands out in the dark

    Wondering how I could have fallen of a ledge
    Into a pit in Hell

    Ice so cold it's burning my flesh

    Floating on the edge of being unconscious

    Inside I'm dying
    Outside I'm crying

    Waiting for a white horse that possibly died
    Or got lost somewhere along the ride

    It's okay
    I'm used to it
    For here I guess I can stay

  • mallika10 7w

    They won't understand your pain when you say you are sad,
    They won't understand your pain when you say you are depressed,
    They won't understand when you say your heart is broken into thousand pieces,
    They won't understand you when you say you miss someone a lot,
    They won't understand when you say your memories have become your reason of inner death,
    They won't understand you when you say you don't feel anything anymore,
    They won't understand when you say you are hopeless,
    It is only you who suffers and a path you have to walk through alone


  • dard_ae_rabta 8w

    देखा है

    जिंदगी की कश्मकश में
    ख्वाबों को राख होते देखा है

    अंधेरे सायों में
    खुदको जुबान खोते देखा है

    जो घम में डूबे अरमान हैं
    उन्हें पास आते देखा है

    अधूरे कुछ एहसास हैं जो
    उन्हें खाक होते देखा है

    जो देखा है वो ये मुकाम है
    की किसी को दूर तो किसी को पास आते देखा है

    खुदको अकेले मुश्किलों से लड़ते देखा है
    जंजीरों से भिड़ते देखा है

    संघर्ष की रातों को आबाद होते देखा है
    तो कभि खुदको आंसुओं में डूबे बर्बाद होते देखा है

    जो देख लिया ये सब तो आज ये जाना है
    की क्या नही देख पाए
    और क्या देखा है


  • anupriyachauhan18 8w


    You cry out for help ,shouting at the top of your lungs for some minimum amount of support. But everyone around you turns a deaf ear. You wonder what did you do to suffer so much. You start turning numb and then everyone around you wonders what went wrong with you.

    - Anupriya Chauhan

  • devilfish 8w

    Red Ribbons

    So inviting
    You like it
    I feel it
    See, it’s vibrant
    I’ll walk you off a cliff of reinventing the past
    I’ll be your island
    I’ll be your Midas
    I know you see me
    I’m inviting you to pull into my vibes
    And I’ll move it to you
    The feeling it struck like lightning
    Chaos and it’s violence
    They vibrant
    When we already walked and scuttled barefoot as a matter a fact
    The way they shattered you’d think we were hit by a semi in a compact
    I don’t remember exactly to a precision all the dates I’m bad at math plus my memories don’t come fast
    I’m still whip lashed by the eyelash I made a wish and I never asked to be ripped from the only things that even mattered to be burdened by life’s chaotic apathy in it’s smug shrug
    As it pulls out from me
    The rug
    My tears are filling up these pages
    These aren’t just mugs
    You fill black coffee with
    Like charcoal in stockings of Christmas
    I missed this
    But death crossed my heart out
    Like a pencil to a flimsy list
    I bleed crimson blood bliss
    I cry as I split into fragmented starlights that water rose in gardens where they were kissed by Dewey mists
    Happiness won’t ever be bliss
    If you were just here and this memory lives like It lives in me
    The same emotions that I can’t quite understand
    The same erosion the pollution of a wound they just left open
    As I was bartered by chance
    And eroded by the sand
    How much can a human life endure how much one can be capable is an evil to understand
    No man would wish to ban even the most unholy in the land
    To this dystopian romance
    Where Joanna won’t stop loving you
    A narcissistic slow dance
    We keep taking vyvanse
    Disillusionment I like it
    How the movement of your skin
    Makes me want to tell you
    To slowdown and you go fast
    I bite that
    and they keep hitting like they missed
    I kiss my cyber halo with a cold gun
    To seduce me with it’s sudden kiss
    I dance with my pain
    I sing with my pain
    I bathe with my pain
    I cycle my mind through this process stage by stage phase by phase
    Day by day
    These pills I have to take
    Or else I make bad decisions
    And I stray from my control over my past I have no debt I haven’t fully paid
    My beds are made my truth is said
    It’s no deeper than it seems
    Truth is déjà vu
    Is so weird I just can’t put my finger on it
    I don’t know honestly how I could explain
    The scars they just remain
    I’ll remain aware of my perspective
    I can’t lose it
    I can’t play
    The game
    No time to contemplate
    To revise what I have made
    These decisions in my wake
    I’m but a man
    But I can bend the moonlight and purge the world out of my veins
    As I erupt in fiery rain
    My body hurts so I rain
    My mind it runs from me
    I’m afraid in these dead bodies
    Mine start to feel that mine have hollowed out
    The same
    The dead body is me with my own face
    I’m in tune
    I’m insane

  • stellaire_mystique 10w

    ...chahe khud kitna bhi badal jaee insaan par saamane wala usko vse hi chahiye jaisa usko dundne par mila tha...

  • justin_aptaker 10w

    The Day i Saw God

    or was it today? i can't really tell
    i saw God
    more clearly than i've ever seen anything

    She was
    struggling to breath
    unable to understand
    why everything was pain
    why She'd been so alone
    away from all those She loved so much

    Her eyes bleary and fading
    joy erased
    but we were there with Her
    She could feel us again
    along with Her children and sisters huddled against Her
    for one last image
    equally at a loss

    but the last image She gave me
    was when the sedative finally kicked in
    and i sat face to face with Her
    gently stroking Her beautiful head
    She finally made sounds of joy again
    or they could have been pain
    but i think they were joy
    and i think i saw joy again in Her eyes
    i think the medicine had relieved the fear and pain
    just enough for Her to feel the joy of me loving Her

    but that moment was cut short
    as they took Her away
    i cried “goodbye sweet baby”
    sweet Angel, sweet Love
    then i fell apart

    the next time i saw God
    all the life had departed from Her
    all that remained for me
    was Her still, beautiful form
    eyes open, but lifeless
    and my eyes are open, but lifeless
    until I see God again

    - In loving memory of Boo, an angel who was taken from us too soon on 7/10/2021

  • _janedoe_ 11w

    Everyone said "she made us suffer."
    Little did they know she made herself suffer the most.

    They moved on,
    But she…......

  • simranbawa 11w


    //The true colour of love is red

    Red was the blood when Juliet stabbed a dagger
    After Romeo's death left her staggered.
    It became a colour of sacrifice and yearning thence.

    Red was the ocean when Rose chose life to death
    As a blessing from Jack, at the cost of his last breath.
    It became the colour of a sacred promise thence.

    Red was the sky when Simba redeemed Prideland's kingdom
    As words of Mufasa enlightened his ambiguous wisdom.
    It became the colour of awakening and realisations.

    Red was the suit that Stark left
    As a legacy to Parker who was bereft.
    It became the colour of belief and trust thence.

    Red was the curse that Maleficent cast upon
    Aurora to redifine true love's kiss anon.
    It became the colour of depth and warmth of relations thence.

    Red was the apple Snow White ate,
    It was witch's evil and envious bait.
    It became the colour of insecurity thence.

    Red was the lane Hannah went by
    To end the pain of 13 Reasons Why.
    It became the colour of suffering and devastation.

    Love is is Juliet's sacrifice and yearning for Romeo.

    Love is a sacred promise that Rose made to Jack.

    Love is Simba's awakening and realisations that would never come into force if it wasn't for Mufasa.

    Love is Tony Stark's belief and trust that he invested in Peter Parker.

    Love is Maleficent's motherly warmth for Aurora and the depth of their relationship.

    Love is the insecurity of witch that creeps in with the intoxication of a strained relationship.

    Love is the suffering and devastation of Hannah Baker when her world crippled down to those thirteen reasons of destruction.

    Love is red and red is love. It is the beauty in pain, painful yet beautiful. Love demands sacrifice, efforts, loyalty, faith, affection and courage but expects nothing in return. It is a saga of giving, an ocean where you can exhaust your resources still it'll always be less.

    Red is the colour with longest wavelength in the visible spectrum. Why? To remind us that love can reach the farthest points on Earth, it is the first thing you see during a sunrise and last thing you see during a sunset. It is omnipotent and omnipresent.

    Once the redness of love escapes, everything seems blue. In these times one must always remember that life is a circle of events, we often forget that while travelling on the straight path of normalcy but it is reminded to us in the state of catastrophe. So if you lost the red then don't lose hope you'll find it soon. For the spectrum goes on to show it's different shades and so does life. Remember, Life Goes On, Let's Live On.