The writer within me just had to find your sweetness For my soul was craving to express poetic meekness Yet once I found you my linguistic voice was alive Giving me an orchestra of poetic beauty now to strive
A magical world of writing flooded my empty existence Like an explosion of beauty in majestic persistence So many writers I met here all gifted all so very sweet Though far apart I may never see them on the street
Mirakee is like the voice of the silent needing to speak I heard the poetic voices of both the strong and weak I joined Sept 2018 making the sweetest of new friends Giving countless comments on which our work depends
Happy birthday mirakee...because of you I found ME Found an army of writers,found poetic freedom definitely Found new friends,found ways to develop my own skills Found out it was created in India whose culture just thrills
Thank you to all those who made my dear heart smile For making my creative language remain for a long while Each post I read is bathed in beauty,heartfelt and true Making me realise you've all made my dream come true
I just turned 23 today and I had learned a lot and I’m willing to learn more as I grow. Days went by so fast that I almost didn’t forgot my birthday. I wasn’t as excited about like I was last year and the many years after. But this is a special day for me and I’m gonna try to put a smile on my face. I hope to learn more and be the better person I can be.
Announcing the passing of a longtime, cherished member...
Dear Fellow Mirakeeans, I come bearing some very startling and unexpected news, which I learned from my dear friend's mother @imterwms (whom is also my dear friend), whereupon she asked that I convey this to all of you. Jack (of @john_solomon), has been a writer, member, friend, mentor, encourager, and source of inspiration here for several years now. He enjoyed combining science, metaphysics, and spirituality in a poetic manner, and his admirable ability to do so was incomparable, and one that I'd not ever seen before. Like myself, Jack enjoyed supporting and encouraging the many youngsters here onsite, and he liked to laugh and always insisted on finding something positive, in any given situation; thus it wasn't too surprising that he and I would become dear friends. Since Jack and I spoke almost daily, his was a well known name in my home; and he knew of everyone here, including my husband (in fact, they're from the same state), my three children, and all of our cats and dogs. He made it a point to always ask about each of us, and he would rejoice with us in all of our happy moments, as well as pray for us in our times of challenge. Jack spent the majority of his time doing for others. He was a loving son and caretaker to his mother, a cherished brother to his two younger sisters, and a friend and mentor to all. He often donated his time and assistance to those in need; and much like Christ the Savior, whom he dearly loved, Jack led a humble life devoid of unnecessary material goods, yet if something was ever needed, he'd be the first person to make sure that you had it. Although Jack had just reached 51 years, he was a kid at heart and had a wonderful sense of humor, along with a boyish charm. He was also a self-proclaimed hippie who loved music profoundly, particularly that of the 70's and 80's. In fact, due to attending so many rock concerts, Jack had partial hearing loss in one ear, and he was rather proud that the damage had occurred at an Eric Clapton concert. Around here, Jack was known as the "haiku king," due to his fondness for haiku poetry, and his penchant for penning them. He preferred the Americanized version of the traditional Japanese haiku, which is a three line, non rhyming, untitled poem on the topic of nature that has a total of 17 syllables, dispersed as 5/7/5 respectively. So it was only natural that I'd include a haiku poem for him in this tribute piece. One that has him soaring amongst his beloved stars. In closing, I'm sure that members are shocked and have questions. All we know at this time is that Jack's death was not covid related. In fact, he seemed to be in very good health and had no known physical illness. Right now, the cause of his sudden, unexpected death on the evening of May 9th, is presumed to be a stroke, although the official coroner's report hasn't been released yet. Several of us (my husband and I, and Jack's sister) have already heard from Jack since he ascended from this world. Although no longer here on this Earth, his spirit lives on in an eternal dimension, existing outside of time and space, and he is very much at peace. So, although his loss is tremendous, he really hasn't gone very far, as he'll forever shine above us, as the heavens brightest star. Farewell, my dear friend. And no, I'm not nearly done lecturing you for leaving us so early! Blessings, Admin Carolyn
Nobody has never said they hate me before besides my siblings but they’re not serious. I can feel if someone doesn’t like me by the way they act around me. Not everyone will tell you that they hate you because they don’t wanna hurt your feelings. So I just been hurt lately and I’m so tired of worrying what someone thinks of me. Well not actually what think but how they feel about me when I’m around. I’m tired of people who I know unfollowing me or doesn’t follow me back on Instagram. And there are people that I know who doesn’t follow me back and it makes me feel some type of way. It’s like I thought I know them so well but I don’t. I don’t like when everybody in real life just think I’m quiet and that’s all I ever be. I know they didn’t say that but it seems like it to me. I feel like people expect me to be loud and talk a lot. I wish I could but I can’t be someone I’m not. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I wasn’t afraid to talk to people. Will it be easier for me to make friends? If I can speak louder, would others like me? I don’t know, these questions seems unrealistic but yeah. I feel like deep inside, I want to become a better person who I can be happy with. I don’t mind being quiet, however talking a little more wouldn’t hurt. I really want to change but I want to make sure that I’m doing this for myself and my own happiness. Not for everyone else’s.
Social media is making it worse for my mental health. It’s crazy how on Instagram, people actions can make you feel some type of way. So be careful using Social media because too much is not for your mental health.
I know I haven’t been posting lately. I’ve been trying to focus on myself. Trying to understand myself more. I feel like the pandemic had affect my future plans. I wasn’t able to do things that I wanted to do. But it’s okay, I hope this year, I will be able to do something that never done before In’sha’Allah. Now I’m just focusing on school and God. Learning new things about my religion everyday. I tried reading the Quran everyday to gain more knowledge.
Another thing why I haven’t been posting (I know some of you don’t care but I’m telling you this anyway) is because I had decided not to post pictures with my face in it. Well not this account but my main account. Every time I look at the pictures, the more I feel insecure. I used to love taking pictures but it had always made me look ugly. I know that I am a beautiful human being Alhamdulillah. But the photo itself, makes me look different than I actually do. When I post a pic that I thought was cute but when I stare at it a long time, I ended up deleting it. I be like "Ew why do I look like that?” “Why do everybody likes this, this is so ugly” "Why my pictures are not getting enough likes” -And so on. Ever since I stop taking pictures of myself, I became confident. I don’t feel the need to call myself ugly. It’s crazy how just one picture can affect someone's mood. I don’t have to compare myself to anyone else. It feels like breathing in a fresh new breeze. I realized that not everybody needs to see my face. Except for those who already knows me in real life. And this is also because of religious reasons. Also I don’t like to expose my beauty in front of random guys. I never intended to attract people, it just happens. Some guys just fall you just because of your profile or the pictures you've posted of yourself.
So yeah is my way of loving myself and finding out what works for me. I am planning to post new content this year In’sha’Allah. I’m trying to figure out how to organize my posts. But yeah that’s my life update. I know it’s long but it’s worth to read.
Self-inflicted battle scars serve as reminders. They remind us that when we battle ruthlessly against our own selves, we inflict wounds that can be difficult to heal. The healing balm of self-love can save us though, as it salvages the wreckage of our ailing heart and mind. In time, if we apply it often, self-love reduces the gaping wounds to fading scars; and those are battle scars that we can be proud of, because they show that we learned to stop fighting with ourselves, and start surviving and thriving instead. If the battle of a lifetime leads to a lesson of self-love, then we truly have won the war and proven ourselves the victor. There is no greater glory than that; so wear your scars with pride and teach the importance of self-love to one and all. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 1/9/2021