#survival

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  • the_amorist 2d

    I BELIEVE

    A bang here
    A slam there
    I compare
    Thee to a tempest
    As I sit there helpless
    You disappear
    And the skies are clear
    It's a beautiful day, beautiful life
    Pathetic be your attempts to evoke fear
    In me as you threaten to stab me with a knife
    Merely a puppet to his wife
    Ironic be your phobia of queers
    When she's got her hand up your ass
    We're both cishet yet I'm only one being straight
    When I tell you about all the hate
    That you harbour doesn't aid your ARSEnal
    Neither weapon nor armour
    What you are is a house of glass
    Yet your greatest asset is being crass
    No wonder you're looking for shelter
    And though I wish i could bash
    Your head in, dream it's you I'm beheading
    I know where you be heading
    I'll leave it all to karma and the devil
    Not a satanist but I believe in an evil-doer's inevitable peril
    And it's just pitiful
    How you ridicule us
    In hopes you can break us
    Maybe physically 
    But never psychologically
    For in the mind of a psycho
    Logic be something you'll never see
    Got your head up in the clouds
    Till you get hammered back down to reality
    Fruition of your wicked schemes
    A happenstance that will never be 
    ©the_amorist

  • mariateresa 2d

    I have CPTSD, it doesn't own me or define me. I continue to heal everyday. This poem is dedicated to all the victims, survivors and caregivers who shine Light with love. I see you. Keep being the flowers you are. Nothing can dull your shine or stop your bloom. There's room for us ALL!

    #humanity #survival #survivors #healing #selflove #empowerment #growth #wisdom #thisisme #courage #standtall #writingcommunity #writersnetwork #mirakee #miraquil #mystory #writers #writerslife #femalepoet

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    Stand with courage

    Drowning in a room filled with static noise
    Finding it hard to stay balanced and stand with poise
    Telling myself that the shame they spew doesn't suit me
    Deciding to slam the door on all the lies indefinitely
    Rising to claim my power has at times been daunting
    Becoming my own hero through it all, tirelessly searching
    Committing to the promise I made
    To always without fail, hold my head up and be brave

    For these experiences, all, have taught me wisdom
    Especially the ones that threatened to keep me down, silent and disregarded in their broken systems
    Refusing to give in, give up or quit
    Seeing through it all by using laughter and instinctual wit
    I am more than the moments that locked my essence in trauma
    Using every ounce of pain, never forgetting my worth, moving away from the drama
    Choosing to keep fighting for every breath in each moment
    We are all deserving, go ahead now and stand with courage
    ©mariateresa

  • jpwriter 1w

    Writing is My Hideaway

    Writing is survival, we write our own Bible
    It's called our Life, when caught in night
    No one's there, we just write, 
    Maybe for hours, maybe for days, 
    I don't know, time just seems to go Away
    At any moment in time, we snap back into reality
    Somebody's arguing, somebody's mad at me
    Somebody's happy, somebody's thrilled,
    I'm not really sure, I pick up the quill 
    Continue Writing my life away
    Writing is survival, writing is my hideaway



    ©jpwriter

  • jpwriter 1w

    Survival

    Survival of my Rival
    Survival of the fittest
    I put that on the bible
    I'm the last survivor & Witness
    I checked all my vital
    At the heighten of my fitness
    Get into primal
    I so may get to the finish
    Traveling in this world unknown
    One thing I know
    Is there is there is no place like home
    Through the lakes of Fire
    & The caves of vicious
    As I tightrope the wire
    To handle my business
    Fan or critics
    I'm gonna come with it
    Whether it's the alphabet
    Or I'm rhyming with digits
    What is this...You ask
    It's unfinished business
    Finishing tasks, uncompleted
    Defeating my demons
    With Red pointed Tails
    I'm in the season of heated
    With poisonous smells
    The devil is conceited
    As his royalty hails
    I've come to just beat him
    And Loyalist males
    There's no retreating
    Why the rest soil themselves
    I am still breathing
    Off the Survivalist Will
    He will not keep me
    As I will Prevail




    ©jpwriter

  • melcus86 2w

    The will to survive

    It's about going
    25 rounds
    With a demon
    That belongs
    to someone else
    In a hold almost
    beaten to a pulp
    Honor beholds weakness
    from Spilling over
    Leaking soul from the mouth
    Speaking hope until it comes
    The feel of love knows to rush
    A head to toe fill of God
    Saying don't let go until it's gone
    ©melcus86

  • dreamyeyes16 2w

    Secret pain

    Going through a jungle of emotions
    Allegations imposed
    Of not sharing
    Not being caring
    Still trying to do as much as I can
    Have never been enough for anyone
    Can anyone tell…
    How will I survive
    My secret pain???

  • ishitabhagat 2w

    You love to write, as there is no one to listen to your plight. You talk to the shampoo bottles at night, because there is no one to whisper to you, "go to sleep its alright". You want to hug someone tight, but in the vicinity of your sight, even then an argument with the blank lifeless walls at three midnight makes your burden a little light. You hug yourself tight, and whisper to yourself, "got to sleep, its alright".

    But tell me honestly, is it actually alright? Didn't you weep that night? now you shall start with a 'ummm...... maybe' or a 'might'. But what about that feeling That universal feeling? Of drowning in your own thoughts, being crushed by the burden of your own dreams, being hanged by a chain of expectations and its insanity, actuality, reality and its brutality, taking a pill of truth and not being able to swallow it, for its bitter, being diabetic in your life, for all the sugary lies, for its sweeter, maintaining a balance between East & West, North & South. Why don't you speak up? Why don't you let it out? Whom are you afraid of? You, me or all of us?

    ©IshitaS.Bhagat

  • ishitabhagat 2w

    Suffer or Suicide?

    Darkness in the vicinity of my sight. Drowning in my own thoughts, being pushed by my emotions from a certain height.
    Shall I drown? or fall of the cliff and die? Suffer or Suicide?
    For how long shall I survive?
    Let me for myself decide, - no, not being drowned, or falling off the cliff, but deep into the ocean of 'thoughts' let me dive. There in the Nation of words let me stay alive, for in the World of poets I shall forever remain full of life. I MUST SURVIVE.
    U may take away my love, impart me from what's right. But my emotions reside in me, I would forever write. As long as I write, nothing gives me a fright, I suffer or Suicide, I would take my words away with me even in another life.

    ©IshitaS.Bhagat

  • wmbanje 3w

    The only way
    we can proof that
    we defeated things
    that intended to destroy us
    is by SURVIVING
    -wes mbanje

  • wmbanje 3w

    "The purpose of survival is not
    Merely
    to remember how much
    you've suffered
    But
    it is also to celebrate
    &
    to acknowledge
    the things
    That you've overcome
    to survive"
    -wes mbanje

  • agni_poignancy 4w

    #സീരീസ്
    #freedom #fall #afghan
    To talk about freedom, choices, hope, wishes - we can! And we are lucky in this 21st century

    Dear Afghan,
    The pain you go through is terrible �� how people flee from your land just to be safe where once they lived happily. You have witnessed a lot. I beg my pardon land. World is tired. Don't curse them, they are just scared enough to live on your shoulders. Barbarian attitude striking at you is disastrous. We are not tied or asked to shut but yet we take that pain into us. When our thoughts are banged at gun point, asked to wipe our rights and imprisoned for a lifetime-we would be yet another pure indian to fight for. Dear afghan, your life at dark does give us sorrow. It is sickening to watch or hear you go through this. If at all we let this happen without a fightback, no longer we would be able to live peacefully. Hashtags, posts and what not- let something be done.
    Every life on earth is a blessing. When someone stops you for questioning your survival, give them the perfect answer that like you, i m born to live my life.

    Freedom is not anybody's donation. Its mandatory.
    Don't shout, i gave you freedom for the land or job. Its not on your plate. Its just our life❣️

    #saveafghanistan #stoptaliban #saveworld�� #lifeisshort #nothingispermanent #lifeshouldbe #survival #freedom

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    സ്വാതന്ത്ര്യം

    നിങ്ങളെ പോലെ ധൈര്യമിലെനിക്
    ഉയരങ്ങളെ പേടിക്കുന്നു...
    ഒരു സത്യം..
    ശ്വസിക്കുന്ന വായു എനിക്കുള്ളതല്ല
    വേണ്ടത് ഒരു സ്വസ്‌ഥ മരണം
    കണ്ണീരാൽ പൊതിഞ്ഞ എന്നെ 6 അടി മണ്ണിലേക്ക് ഒരു സ്വസ്ഥയാത്ര..
    ©agni_poignancy

  • agni_poignancy 4w

    #സീരിയസ്
    #freedom #ലൈഫ്

    To talk about freedom, choices, hope, wishes - we can! And we are lucky in this 21st century

    Dear Afghan,
    The pain you go through is terrible �� how people flee from your land just to be safe where once they lived happily. You have witnessed a lot. I beg my pardon land. World is tired. Don't curse them, they are just scared enough to live on your shoulders. Barbarian attitude striking at you is disastrous. We are not tied or asked to shut but yet we take that pain into us. When our thoughts are banged at gun point, asked to wipe our rights and imprisoned for a lifetime-we would be yet another pure indian to fight for. Dear afghan, your life at dark does give us sorrow. It is sickening to watch or hear you go through this. If at all we let this happen without a fightback, no longer we would be able to live peacefully. Hashtags, posts and what not- let something be done.
    Every life on earth is a blessing. When someone stops you for questioning your survival, give them the perfect answer that like you, i m born to live my life.

    Freedom is not anybody's donation. Its mandatory.
    Don't shout, i gave you freedom for the land or job. Its not on your plate. Its just our life❣️

    #saveafghanistan #stoptaliban #saveworld�� #lifeisshort #nothingispermanent #lifeshouldbe #survival #freedom

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    സ്വാതന്ത്ര്യം

    കൈ വിടാതെ മുറുകെ പിടിച്ച സ്വപ്‌നങ്ങൾ
    ഒരു അഭയാർത്ഥി ആയി കഴിഞ്ഞുകൊള്ളാം എന്ന ദൃഢതയെ..
    കാറ്റിന്റെ വേഗതയോട് മല്ലിട്ട് തോൽവി സമർപ്പിച്ച 5 ജന്മം.

    ഇന്ന് നീ എങ്കിൽ നാളെ ഞാൻ
    തോറ്റു പോവുന്നതിനേക്കാളും
    എന്റെ ബന്ധങ്ങൾ, സ്വന്തമെന്നലാം
    അഹങ്കരിച്ചു ഞാൻ..
    ഒരു കച്ചി തുരുമ്പിൽ തൂങ്ങി ആടുന്നു
    ©agni_poignancy

  • agni_poignancy 4w

    #മലയാളം #അഫ്‌ഘാൻ #aghfanisthan #ഫ്രീഡം #ലൈഫ്
    To talk about freedom, choices, hope, wishes - we can! And we are lucky in this 21st century

    Dear Afghan,
    The pain you go through is terrible �� how people flee from your land just to be safe where once they lived happily. You have witnessed a lot. I beg my pardon land. World is tired. Don't curse them, they are just scared enough to live on your shoulders. Barbarian attitude striking at you is disastrous. We are not tied or asked to shut but yet we take that pain into us. When our thoughts are banged at gun point, asked to wipe our rights and imprisoned for a lifetime-we would be yet another pure indian to fight for. Dear afghan, your life at dark does give us sorrow. It is sickening to watch or hear you go through this. If at all we let this happen without a fightback, no longer we would be able to live peacefully. Hashtags, posts and what not- let something be done.
    Every life on earth is a blessing. When someone stops you for questioning your survival, give them the perfect answer that like you, i m born to live my life.

    Freedom is not anybody's donation. Its mandatory.
    Don't shout, i gave you freedom for the land or job. Its not on your plate. Its just our life❣️

    #saveafghanistan #stoptaliban #saveworld�� #lifeisshort #nothingispermanent #lifeshouldbe #survival #freedom

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    സ്വാതന്ത്ര്യം

    ഒരു നേരം പുലരുമ്പോൾ
    നീ ചേർത്തുവച്ചതൊന്നും നിനക്ക് ഇല്ലാതെയായാൽ നീ എന്നല്ല മനുഷ്യൻ ആയ ജന്മ പ്രതികരിക്കും.

    എന്നാൽ സ്വന്തം രാജ്യം തന്നെ നഷ്ടമായാൽ
    മരണത്തെകാൾ വലുത് ആണെന്ന് സൂചനയാണ് ആകാശത്തിൽ തൂങ്ങി രക്ഷപ്പെടാൻ കൊതിച്ച 5 ജന്മം.

    ©agni_poignancy

  • just_jotruth 5w

    OutLaw

    My ego is an anchor
    Holding sinking ships
    Came out of the slum
    Made it through asylum

    Beating victory drum
    You looking at the chosen one
    In a lost generation
    I am a Legion

    Dragon among the beauties
    I spit flames
    withholding nothing
    I want to die empty
    A death with an honor
    ©just_jotruth

  • mystical_moon 7w

    We either fall prey to the chaos or coexist with it. #survival #adaptation #deep #dark

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    Chaotic Peace

    There are times when I question the chaos. Why must it bring up destruction with no cause? Its mere desire is fueled off of nothing, yet can affect the lives of whoever it touches greatly. Those who grew beside chaos were only able to picture it based off of the warning given by those who have lived in chaos. It may look enticing to have each day full of energy, testing your limits, but that energy is merciless. It will drain you dry, and will continue to do so when you have none left. It’s this constant effect that forces those living in chaos to adapt, mastering skills that appeal to the eye of the oblivious.
    The unceasing noise demanding to be heard begins to get ignored, transforming into whitenoise. The threatening jesters flying towards the inhabitants no longer creates reactions (not much so of a flinch). The suffocating atmosphere is inhaled by small bits, which grow larger as their tolerance increases. The rush of adrenaline and palpitations are no longer translated and shown on their faces, for it will draw predators. The once aggressive, dreadful horror of the chaos becomes peaceful. It is equivalent to watching a movie with no sound.
    That’s what happens to the victims of the chaos...they either fall prey to the chaos, or become numb to it, involuntarily coexisting with it.
    ©mystical_moon

  • varshinithulasidas 7w

    Pandemic

    The hand that gives is the hand that gathers
    Just surviving in this pandemic is all that matters!

    -varshini thulasidas

  • tinkekasahara 8w

    Your imagination, is your life raft!

    ©tinkekasahara

  • slaughtered_heart 9w

    As the seed of love you had sown
    sprout to see and experience
    the new world of love, it had
    all the hopes of surviving in it.
    It never anticipated the floods
    of emotions, drought of loneliness
    and the storm of misunderstandings.
    It never could withstand all those...


    ©slaughtered_heart

  • mystical_moon 10w

    Sometimes survival requires patience.
    #deep #dark #survival #poem

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    Bound to a Mask

    I used to be unable to understand the feeling of wearing a mask.
    The only thing I was able to do was appreciate the dark beauty of its message.
    Now that I wear the same cracked mask, I understand each heavy, dark word.
    It is not a typical mask that you strap onto your face voluntarily to hide from others..
    This mask is your own face, stitched together to prevent it from returning to normal.
    It is worn out of survival, not to fool others for the sake of mystery, or personality.
    Those who wear the same mask are the only ones who have the ability to notice it.
    Only a glance can be shared between the two before they refocus on surviving.

    ©mystical_moon

  • 17musancwadi2003 10w

    The beginning of the end

    Life is amazing
    Life is a precious gift
    Left for those daring to take it.
    They are taught on how to nurture and never break it.

    Those teachings forever lasting
    They are a dream that fades away within time.
    Long forgotten the values in making
    Like an old shrine.

    Tick,tick,tick. Time ticks away.
    There is no telling which is night and which is day.
    Every light that used to shine now glowers in the dark.
    Those wandering endlessly seeking refuge will never find the ark
    As life now has long gone when rainbows were still smiling
    As time now has started to open the beginning to the end.

    Where is the precious jewel that life holds?
    Because I have wandered and wandered around but never seem to find it.
    All I see is men loving,giving and breaking.
    The teachings forever lasting are now fading.

    Where should I go?
    To heaven and to hell I seek life and love
    But all I see is pride and hate.
    ©17musancwadi2003