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In a million pieces i fell-

The untoward had happened;

none heard my bones cracked,

none felt the silence it left me with.

The earth beneath me wasn’t holy or fertile.

It was cemented, though crooked, unzipping.

The sky turned on me,

enclosing my body, following my soul-

I didn’t turn my head in, it was held straight

but another did not shield my body, I was left alone.

Thus, the realisation flickered my shattered soul:

The fate of being alive

didn’t help the survival,

didn’t care for salvation.

- @akratiisalive

omg hi akrati how’re you

amber!!! hellow hi how have you been? im good just logged into this account a couple of days ago ( i shifted accounts) i miss this place so much aha bc of uni been kinda offline etc its been great what about u what are u upto these days?

Hey !! Do you know anything i could do to spend my time, like the free time i have. I just keep switching between screens all day and no matter how much i try to do something else, I cant. 😐

So if you could give me some suggestions to keep my brain occupied that would be great ! :)

heyyy hiii <3 okay so im def not the expert here but i tried tracking my screen time like u can download apps for that they really help. then about using the apps i’d say u cannot just turn them off and then not have anything else to do. so make out a plan for lets say 6 months then break it down into individual months then the same with weeks and then make a to do list everyday and just try and follow at least half of it. don’t put pressure on ur self from thr very beginning of the process since it takes time. and we are all humans afterall. but set goals for urself everyday, it does help a lot. and don’t loose hope u can still do a lots of things!! i mean just the fact that u can recognise that this isn’t the direction u’d wanted urself to go is more than enough to get u started!! sending u motivational pats on the back, love! <3

Trigger Warning: physical violence.

I'm so terrified. I have loved and unloved And it's not what I desired, it's just unjust. I have lived my sins And wept for good; I am a holy spirit in the world of blasphemous rules. I am plused and minused diurnally, Have been holding hands with ghosts, mentally. "Shut up and bang your head into the wall; a heart so strong will never get old." I stand for nothing, Immortality petrifies me. A heart so strong was never strong. To judge and build you cannot keep my sins. I'll cut my hands and bleed internally If that's what it takes to be holy and survive harmlessly. I will weep for the good until after you gauge out my eyes. If I showed you love you will die.

- @akratiisalive

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Home- wrecker

home-wrecker! your devoid/ awaits my freedom./ seventeen and sucking the dirt/ out of your newspapers:/ annihilating a mother’s only successor.// the aftertaste of your/ sweet breakfast: there/ is another political argument/ i do not want to fight./ your lips so unsealed,/ i almost divide.// the khaki pants,/ the leather chappals;/ in your dreamland,/ i am burrowing the glass dirt./ in your dreamland,/ you are excavating the cause’s birth.// i see your fingers placed/ evenly on the knife,/ a firm grip on the pink onion,/ too tight sometimes./ the stretch of the thumb/ is eluding the blade;/ the blade so clear/ we prick each other’s face. // an apple pudding,/ a national plight,/ i heard you singing/ in the shower tonight,/ i heard you escaping/ from the waters tonight. // i unmake your bed before/ the bell chimes 8./ your silver- worn hands/ hold me at a caressing stake./ the dreams,/ if not forgotten,/ hold a near distant reality:/ i am holding your breath in my wake.

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@ruins-of-heart @a-moonlit-poet @rottensummerlove @it-is-what-it-it-iss @kajukatliontop @nochampagneonlyproblems @champagnesrush @mydogisgaytoo @lilhappylilsad @ch3rryblo55oms @jules-hazard @eveesque @wigilda @theazurepoet @star-dust-2317 @catguin-the-kitty-cat @kittywritesmistress @a-smart-dumbass( not working?)

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Home- wrecker

home-wrecker! your devoid/ awaits my freedom./ seventeen and sucking the dirt/ out of your newspapers:/ annihilating a mother’s only successor.// the aftertaste of your/ sweet breakfast: there/ is another political argument/ i do not want to fight./ your lips so unsealed,/ i almost divide.// the khaki pants,/ the leather chappals;/ in your dreamland,/ i am burrowing the glass dirt./ in your dreamland,/ you are excavating the cause’s birth.// i see your fingers placed/ evenly on the knife,/ a firm grip on the pink onion,/ too tight sometimes./ the stretch of the thumb/ is eluding the blade;/ the blade so clear/ we prick each other’s face. // an apple pudding,/ a national plight,/ i heard you singing/ in the shower tonight,/ i heard you escaping/ from the waters tonight. // i unmake your bed before/ the bell chimes 8./ your silver- worn hands/ hold me at a caressing stake./ the dreams,/ if not forgotten,/ hold a near distant reality:/ i am holding your breath in my wake.

taglist

@ruins-of-heart @a-moonlit-poet @rottensummerlove @it-is-what-it-it-iss @kajukatliontop @nochampagneonlyproblems @champagnesrush @mydogisgaytoo @lilhappylilsad @ch3rryblo55oms @jules-hazard @eveesque @wigilda @theazurepoet @star-dust-2317 @catguin-the-kitty-cat @kittywritesmistress @a-smart-dumbass( not working?)

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grief is a mother

grief is a mother that sits with the birds/ early morning in the graveyard/ pouring water over the rained ground./ she sits & thinks & larps over the plants/ that rise above her child’s grave. thunder/ is what she bequeaths before coming home.// home of hers is a rotten kitchen/ where the tiles shine of blood & tears wipe them, where the knives/ don’t know of the cabinet,/ & the spices rot within 20 days./ she stands behind the counter and/ serves the morning soup for two./ gets up & wipes the tears;/ she lets the blood cook the soup.// grief is a mother waiting/ for an unchained daughter./ she rubs the blanket to her feet at night,/ thinks of Spring with the crib of her/ moonchild. a daughter, an unholy wound;/ she dreams of churches and hears/ high pitched snores. snores of another with whom she shares her warmth/ that brings her wishes/ & a means to ponder along.// grief is a mother with an early scar./ each afternoon, in the quiet she drowns/ in her mother’s womb. soaking inside the sac, hands entwined, she rises to practice the/ eulogy she failed. with each breath,/ she dies of the blood that runs in her veins.// grief is a mother with a damp rug,/igniting fires for lives to cradle;/ a mother that sings in whispers by the burrow. calling upon the heathens, she mourns the death of her tears./ grief is a mother that lives/ in the memory of mothers.

taglist: @ruins-of-heart @a-moonlit-poet @bedfordhealyx @it-is-what-it-it-iss @kajukatliontop @nochampagneonlyproblems @stewywhoresseni @mydogisgaytoo @lilhappylilsad @cherryblossom @parihumay @jules-hazard @eveesque @wigilda @theazurepoet @cloudlessnightsleeplessfight @catguinstudies @a-smart-dumbass

I read the words you spilled with your ink.

The kalam wasn’t yours, you felt your words were stolen

from generations of speakers and coherent concepts that

you have been reading since your father first gave you his mother’s death book.

You never took my breaths away,

I let your imagery sink in my skin

like a child entering adolescence,

I felt incomplete.

You complied them for her-

enchanting, like waters falling from a height in a river,

You distinguished and tied her together

as I sat reading. She was such a goddess-

You were in her feet, you merely described her arms

and if I were to offer you mine-

Ink spilled just like yours- you wouldn’t come.

You believed in one of a kind

And we shared dispositions.

- @akratiisalive

oh my god thank you so much for thinking of my art like that you’re such a sweet soul hugging you rn💗

I wanna straight up absorb some of y’all’s art styles into my cerebral cortex via osmosis

okay so im really not that educated in the poems department and only know select poets so my observations might just sound stupid but your poems remind me of emily Dickinson!! i love ur poems and somehow your poems are the only ones ive reread! i usually just like a poem and then forget but i keep on coming back here for ur poems anywyas i used the word poems a lot here sorry about there and also sorry for rambling you're really swag though i hope you have great day

omg wha- thank you so much for saying that to me??? i have been staring at this message for like 5 mins now and i really dont know how to respond. i have been an ardent reader of miss dickinson and i dont think i can accept this honour but i'm so in awe that you feel tht way. i hope you have a great day too and a cozy winter!