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  • writermaliktarik 288w

    Numbed

    I have grown with your hate
    long enough to be
    numbed to its flavors.

    I used to savor the spice
    and the lead altogether,
    but I never would remember
    it was my choice to swallow
    the pain and follow
    the hurt.

    I took a pill and grew inert.
    The whites in my eyes grew sallow,
    and I grew dry as a desert.
    My tears have long roamed
    this cheeky terrain,
    but it's source has drained,
    so I began to dismember
    pieces of myself. I was
    self-destructing slowly,
    letting my body
    become unholy.

    I have emptied my soul.

    I have let it go.

    My imperfections I no longer magnify
    and my dreams I now let grow.

  • writermaliktarik 290w

    I am tired. My body is sick with the green filth of life.

  • writermaliktarik 291w

    There was a time when poetry was about sharing stories with each other to grow as a community. Now, it has become a contest.

  • writermaliktarik 291w

    fml: no longer just a trendy teenage expression,
    but a fatal lifestyle...

  • writermaliktarik 292w

    Originally posted by : @sheetalgupta

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    We all look for some kind of escape
    Occasionally, we find it in each other.

  • writermaliktarik 292w

    Originally posted by : @inkscapeco
    InkscapeCo says hello to its
    fellow Mirakeeans.

    We hope that you're all well rested for the new challenge coming your way.

    All you have to do is create a "3 line" tale, poem or anything creative with each line containing a color of your choice. And there lies your limit.

    Three lines. Three colours. Paint them up using the hashtag #icoChallenge

    The best entries will be announced on Sunday, 8th Jan 17.

    Keep writing!

    ©inkscapeco

    #inkscapeCo #icoChallenge
    #mirakee #writersnetwork
    Only single entries allowed.

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    Color Challenge

    Ready for the InkscapeCo Colour Challenge?

    3 lines | 3 colours | 3 winners

    #icoChallenge


    ©inkscapeco

  • writermaliktarik 292w

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    Haven't I changed? My voice deeper but still confused with age. My cheeks steeper at the edges of my face. My hair wilder in light coils atop my head. My eyes uneven looking straight into the dead. My nose wide breathing in big puffs of air. My skin brown as the fur of a Kodiak bear. Don't you see I have changed so much? But don't you also know that my heart changed when I shot it? I used to confuse friendship for love, hatred for trust. I used to speak my pain when depression crashed with a bus and I believed in lust. My image was breaking down and those who willingly reached into the open cracks took their axe to mine in my field of precious pansies. The answers to their every possible question would return to embarrass me. I used to compose myself of secrets hoping I could be perfection and hoping I could seem together even when I was broken; only, I broke and all of my safety was taken. I feared constantly that I would be labeled as an outsider stuck in the dark who doesn't know his own place. An invader parading around to prove he's a disgrace and it was hard to chase that feeling away. I felt as if I were slipping away from being human. My goal for perfection began falling too far short and I could not bear to imagine seeing such a report. I decided it would be better for me to disappear and I was sure I would end my years. Yet I ended up remaining in a long fight with myself to be here. I had to go through therapy and feeling crazy because of the fear of losing everything that I thought was life and after, I would realize that I was not right. I changed. Once, I was bright, and I burnt out my bulb. Now, I remain dim and quiet, but I still dare be bold. I changed surely from warm to cold and from steel to gold. But this is a transition your mind can't hold.










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  • writermaliktarik 293w

    I wonder how
    she made broken
    pieces stay together.

  • writermaliktarik 294w

    As I grow,
    will you remain
    loyal yet defiant
    to my reign?

    Will you trust instincts
    and work with my change?
    Will you grow with my art
    and remember my name?
    Or shall it go quietly
    without lasting fame?

    Will I have to wait until judgement
    for the hate to end?
    Or will my voice have enough power
    to push and bend?

    Will I matter in your heart
    or am I just another friend?
    Right where
    your contacts list ends?

    Will my poems
    become your song?
    or will my words
    just flow all wrong?

    Because I didn't know
    anything all along.

  • writermaliktarik 294w

    I am for the creation of the Republic of Lakotah.

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    I believe in independence
    without the loose ends.

    No partial indecisive rule
    with full abuse
    should be endured
    and called a truce
    because more is deserved
    than a small reserve
    set aside to the curb.

















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