Mirakee
Dear readers
United we stand
Divided we fall
Stay in home
And avoid the death's call
I hope its not to much to ask for?
©sowhatnattynuts
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I can't help falling in love with me ����❤
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sowhatnattynuts
2d
Read MoreAny GOT fans out there
You guys know very well
What to say when death arrives
"NOT TODAY " -
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No dobut humans are emotional creatures
Every individual is a disguise teacher
Through every biological phase
We laugh, we cry, slow down, and go high
Those droplets of immaturity taught us
How the bucket of maturity looks like
When we get into this brand new life
Entering in this new city,
as we hit the puberty
Now what we found
Isn't worth for what we loose
Life puts you in a phase
Between a fake smile and smile
To choose
Even though in both the case you have loose,
The only thing you can do,
Is to minimize the complexity you're into
To pay for what it's worth, because there's
A silver lining after this hurtChoose
Fake a smile
And be hard on yourself
Or
Create your smile
And love yourself -
Gone is gone
Things that matter
Dosen't Matter anymore
Those pecies that scatter
Can't be gather anymore
What's gone is gone
Now, it's not your concern anymore
©sowhatnattynuts -
Live it
The beauty of each ,
and every happening moment
Is to live it
Before the time pass by
©sowhatnattynuts -
sowhatnattynuts
1w
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Ever since a kid was born a soul full of creativity, boldness, enthusiasm ,dreams and a basket full of wishes,
He started the schooling, simultaneously weaving his job of dreams, but that little soul never know, the more he try to prove for the less he have to show,
And that he have to carry this heavy load of alpha ,beta, gama as he grow, just for the sake of society he never show,
It's not their fault that they see quantity not quality because, humans are robotic machine don't you know!..
He wasn't even came out from his cocoon
That society start feeding him iit table spoon
Because humans are robotic machine don't you know!
Restrictions upon restrictions
That manipulate him to choose the wrong decision
Thanks to society for this depression
Which will haunt him till the conclusion
That's why
Humans are robotic machine don't you know!
Even though article 10 allows freedom of expression
But still he lives in suppression
You know the reason why
Because human are robotic machine don't you know!Don't you know
Humans, are no longer humans
But ,robots making machines
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1w
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We all are intensely extraordinary philosophers in disguise, but some mostly never bother to express in normal days except when you come across a choking heartbreak , and it's interesting about the fact how contrasting thoughts we share that even the one who actually did the wrong feel that I'm the real victim.
Dear love
It's so amusing the way definition of love
Varies from one heart break to another
And it's funny how eventually when earth swallow the sun
You sit along with you're building philosophy
That even Shakespeare would have
Replace gratiano with you
But what's true is by the end it's you -
sowhatnattynuts
1w
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So they started this book of happily forever after
Without your permission,
And left in between, again
Without your permission,
You little happy soul
Surrender the only heart to them, completely as whole
Now looking for a meaing to this story untold
Left with suspense, half empty and cold
Listen you little happy soul this is your story
You owe
It's your responsibility to complete it and show
Let this baby plant grow
And let the world know
The value of this gem
Which they will discoverA gem
You don't get to know
How precious a gem is
Until unless you discover it's worth
©sowhatnattynuts -
So you see
Today may look like a handful of sand
But think of the upcoming
Tomorrow's castle
©sowhatnattynuts -
Little do u hold
Little things you endeavor to hold on
More than the pull of gravity
Still slip away
Is an indication
To empty the cage
©sowhatnattynuts -
Know your worth
The real worth of a painting
Can be only known to the one who made it
And so do
How worthy, and precious you are
Yes you
Can be only known by the one who had created you, gently sculpted you with love and compassion
And trust me if he created you
Means your special
You're original which cannot be replaced
©sowhatnattynuts
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_anaan__
3w
Read Morethere is beauty in everything
even in those detoxifying sparkling
days and those fatal bad days
What beauty really is?
I guess no one knows
We just pretend to know
Well, that's the only thing we are good at
We all are caught up in the notions
of his and her ego that what we forgot to create ours
We say we don't judge a book by it's cover
I am sorry but really don't we just do that
Beauty is indeed a great and graceful thing
in itself but why do we make it something
else when we can just appreciate the beauty of each other's existence and celebrate it together rather than making each other uncomfortable in little yet huge world
Beauty is whimsical nowadays let's make it what it really is.
©_anaan__
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#beauty #wod #lalawrites©_anaan__
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poetryly
5w
Read MoreImage credit - Bitmoji app
#journal #wod
This Mirakee challenge was quite a timely coincidence after previously viewing earlier today a Dhar Mann’s video on two women finally pursing their dreams despite their age. Walk, run, limp, wheel, crawl your way in forward motion. When you take falls, don’t stay down too long, get back racing towards your dreams!
Be prewarn.... quite long.
Hey, I was journaling😉
Dear Journal,
I’m on the chase,
Some say I’m too old chasing the wind,
I’m grasping at youthful air.
Dear Journal,
If only I stopped listening sooner,
I wouldn’t have prevented my mind
agreeing with their age limiting opinions.
Dear Journal,
Starting today.
The date doesn’t matter anymore.
I’m putting on my running shoes
and chasing a previous dream.
Dear Journal,
I fell and skinned my pride
and gained a few additional grays.
Dear Journal,
It took me some time
I was bit embarrassed & befuddled,
I haven’t ran a marathon in ages.
Dear Journal,
I’m back up,
a little wobbly in the knees
but I’ve regained my senses.
I’m changing my comfortable Keds
(temporary)
with shoes with my more traction.
Dear Journal,
I’m gaining momentum,
I see success written in neon lights
with my signature below it.
Dear Journal,
I stumbled once again,
my rump kissing the dirt
while my glasses and
dream shattered.
Everything looked quite dim.
Dear Journal,
I’m back on track,
all I needed was a pep talk
from three friends,
Me, Myself, and I.
They told me to get off
my old(er) tush,
its okay to limp along.
As long as I keeping moving
forward at any rate.
Dear Journal,
So I’m off once more,
limping along after my optical
prescription been refilled.
Dear Journal,
I’m not quite there but
further than I was yesterday
sitting in the proverbial dust.
Dear Journal,
The naysayers including myself
were all very wrong,
I’m gaining considerable strength
that’s renewing my faith.
Dear Journal,
I’m learning
Air is attainable
if it’s caught in a bottle lol.
My corny humor is still intact.
Dear Journal,
Failure is only a perceived notion,
a few falls along the way taught me how to run differently, as long as I continue moving forward that’s success!
©poetrylyDear Journal,
Leaving the fear
of failure in
the proverbial dust!
©poetryly -
soulfulstirrings
6w
Read More#monologue @odysseus
Image credit to the rightful owner .
Thank you so much @writersnetwork ❤️Emily , you know poems are not just written words ..
They are the soft taps of reassurance for everyone , that it's okay to be imperfect , unique and misunderstood . They are the sunsets that you failed to witness when the frost of life settled on your lashes and your orbs were fixated on greys . Poems are a fusion Emily .. of all that you are and couldn't be . They are the songs of your soul .. like a serape they drape around you , saving you from the mistral of melancholia . They are a glimpse of your vulnerable heart . Poems my darling... are bestrewn pieces of your chaos and calm that come together when you etch them under the canopy of a star spangled night .
©soulfulstirrings -
Don't be afraid to stand out and live in the purpose for which you were created. If the sun refused to shine because it felt alone, we would constantly be living in darkness.
©creg_effs -
Some were born with a silver spoon in their mouth
Others were born with charcoal in their mouth
But along the way some people's silver loose it's luster
And some people's charcoal turn to diamond.
This thing we call life, it's how you live it.
©luiski_thepoet -
I WANT TO BE ...
When I was 3 - I want to be a painter
When I was 5 - I want to be a dancer
When I was 7 - I want to be a singer
When I was 9 - I want to be a actor
When I was 11 - I want to be a model
But,
When I was 12 - I became depressed, darkness started surrounding me from all sides...
When I was 14 - I lost myself , my personality
When I was 16 - I started living with the fake smile
and NOW,
I'm 17 and now I want to be me , the person I was before anxiety and depression....I don't want to Fake anyone but I'm sacred ...scared of real me ....
Now I don't want to be anything neither a Artist nor a Engineer ...... I just want to find myself!!!!
©moonchild_7 -
rhyming_bird
11w
Read More#mirakee #original #writersnetwork #love #friendship #friendshipquote #friendsforever #bestfriends #sadness #sadquote #happiness #happyquote #breakup #worries #lonely #lonelyquotes #memories #lovequote #rhyming_bird #longdistance #ldr #forever #togetherness #depression #betrayal #fake #network #rhymingbird #world #people #instagram #pod #trending #foryou #explore #journey #memories #moments #feeling #emotional
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Different shades of life
Isn't it strange. Everyone goes to the same palace sit in the same palace but each and everyone has a different story to tell.
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And thousands untold stories -
Black is everyone's favourite
Until it comes to
Skin
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The artist
I feel lost in this crowd. With a 6 feet 2inch tall physique i still can’t see you, i feel so small. The people in crowd keep pushing me back making it harder to reach you. Unlike me, they know you and your art. May be I can’t see clear through that eye. But i know the fact you don’t need that all, as you are complete, like a solved jigsaw puzzle. You are the forest fire that no one can contain. However, I don’t see a soul with the spark that i have in my heart. Still they suffocate me, make me feel dispensable. With every passing day i believe them more and more. The
