chrysanthemum-poet
chrysanthemum-poet
Chrysanthemum poet
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chrysanthemum-poet · 15 days ago
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Please donate to save 4 lives. Naser and his three brothers lost a lot during the genocide. They need your help to rebuild their life. Please help and donate to save 4 lives.
A Future Beyond War Starts With You
💔 I Lost My Family. I Lost My Home. But I Won’t Lose Hope.
My name is Naser, and I have already lost more than I can bear. War took my mother. My sister. My home. My childhood.
Now, I fight for a future—not just for myself, but for my three younger brothers, who still dream of a better life.
🔹 One dreams of being a doctor. 🔹 Another wants to be an engineer. 🔹 And the youngest? He just wants to be a kid again.
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🏡 But how do you rebuild when you have nothing left? We need a home. We need education. We need hope.
💙 This is where you come in. Your support—whether a donation or simply sharing this post—can change our lives. Even the smallest act of kindness makes a difference.
🙏 Will you help us rebuild?
Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for standing with us. ❤️
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chrysanthemum-poet · 15 days ago
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Please consider donating to save a life. The people in gaza are suffering and they do not have access to basic necessities. Please donate even if it is not a huge amount. Even a small contribution can help save lives.
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #329 )✅️
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‼️Please don’t skip taking a look 🍉🇵🇸I am
ahmad from Gaza. I am 26 years old. I stand before you as a person trying to preserve his family. 🇵🇸💔💔
We try to live under miserable conditions in tents in Mawasi Khan Yunis, south of Gaza. It is difficult for me to find the words to describe what we face every day in Gaza. No food, no medicine, no clean drinking water, oppression, helplessness, psychological pressures, doubts, and daily trauma due to the loss of loved ones. In Gaza, it's not just hunger, disease and fear; Rather, it means actual death.
With a heart weighed down by sorrow, I reach out to you, hoping that kindness and humanity still shine in this world. My family and I have lost everything—the home that once sheltered us, the walls that echoed with laughter, the warmth and security that every human deserves. The relentless attacks on Gaza have turned our lives into a daily fight for survival. What was once a place of comfort and love is now nothing but rubble, and we are left with nothing but the clothes on our backs and a fragile tent that barely stands against the bitter cold.
Now, our days and nights are consumed by hardship. The icy wind pierces through the thin fabric of our tent, leaving us shivering, with no escape from the freezing temperatures. Food is scarce, clean water is hard to find, and the most basic necessities have become luxuries beyond our reach. Every day, we struggle—not just to live, but to preserve the dignity that war tries to strip away.
Amid this suffering, a new life was brought into the world—my brother’s daughter, an innocent soul who took her first breath in a tent instead of a warm home, her tiny body wrapped in whatever scraps of fabric we could find. She was born not into joy, but into loss, into hunger, into the unforgiving reality of war. And as we watch her, so fragile and pure, our hearts break knowing that we cannot give her the comfort and security she deserves and we cannot provide enough milk, diapers, medicines, and vitamins for her😭😭😭😭💔💔💔
I do not ask for much—just a little help to keep us going through these unimaginable times. A warm blanket to protect us from the cold, food to fill our empty stomachs, or even simply sharing our story so that others may hear our cries for help. Every small act of kindness can make a difference. 💔🍉🇵🇸😭
Your generosity has the power to bring warmth to our freezing nights, hope to our despair, and life to those struggling to survive. May the kindness you extend be returned to you a hundredfold.
Donation link⬇️⬇️
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chrysanthemum-poet · 20 days ago
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Please consider donating and save 3 lives 🇵🇸
I'm so scared to losing my family 💔💔🥺
✅ Vetted by @90-ghost  -vetted link
And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏
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For all kidness people and humanity please consider me as your sister that need a shelter for her husband and baby.
My baby is too little for this bad suffering.
All I need from you is to help us by donating with a little amount of money and if you can't you can share at least 🙏🙏🙏🙏🚨🚨🚨
The money for evacuation is:
$5000 for me
$5000 for my husband
$2500 for my baby
All remaining funds will go to affording Adam’s surgery and helping us survive until we find jobs and start our new life.
You can donate here
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chrysanthemum-poet · 26 days ago
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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
Can't believe that I've been writing for 1 year now. There were so many things that I wanted to say but I could not, there were so many things I felt that I could not express and all those words and feelings eventually spilled here. I am really happy about the little place I've made here and it feels nice when my words make somebody feel seen and not alone.
Thank you 💙
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chrysanthemum-poet · 2 months ago
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One Blazing hot day in may, the power was out
And I lay on my roof under the burning heat of the sun
I told him about us ,I told him about how it all begun 
And I kid you not, even that burning star smiled 
And the weather became calm for a while
 
One calm night in June, I told the moon about you
And that moon- white as milk and not half as pretty 
Burned bright in jealously 
It burned and burned and burned. 
And the next morning it turned into the sun 
 
One dark night in July, I watched the airplanes fly.
And the twinkling stars started to flaunt their sparkle.
I told them to not overexaggerate their worth, for I know someone here on earth,
Who shines brighter than them tenfold.
That very night the jealous stars fell from the sky to see your face. 
 - Chrysanthemum_poet
Please help the Palestinian people. Be on the right side of history. 🇵🇸
 
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chrysanthemum-poet · 4 months ago
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This world is a wasteland where nothing can grow,
You get what I give, you reap what I sow,
It's the end of the world don't you know,
I tried to warn you long ago,
I left what you gave and I let it go to waste,
I know you'll miss me once I go to my grave,
I'll save you a space,
Morning , evening, night and afternoon are the same,
The light has gone out, the world is still
I know you'll miss me, I know you will,
The streets are all empty, the land is bare,
But there are eyes that peep, eyes that stare,
Scary and haunting but you're totally unaware,
The world will end and so will you,
So write your will and say your goodbyes,
Everything that grows here eventually dies.
- Chrysanthemum_poet
Please consider donating to the people of Palestine. They have been suffering for so long. Donate whatever you can. The only thing that separates you from them is fate.
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chrysanthemum-poet · 5 months ago
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Once again I whisper in your ear.
You giggle.
INTERPRETATION:
This poem is inspired by the belief that you die twice. Once when your soul leaves your body and once again when the last person rembering you dies.
When the person would dig our grave, inspite of being dead we would live and exist in that person's memory, hence being alive once again.
I'll carve out our names into hundred year old trees
So that whoever cuts it, fifty years later
Would know about you and me.
I want our love to be great and our legacy to be greater.
I'll leave our letters in my attic
So that whoever buys the house next,
Would find them with bleeding ink and smudged lipstick.
I want them to read it and know the reasons why I loved you and you loved me.
I want us burried holding hands,
With your head on my shoulder
So that a hundred years from now somebody digs up our grave
And finds our fingers interlocked, my arm cradling your head.
Once again I whisper in your ear.
You giggle.
Yours,
Chrysanthemum_poet
Please consider donating to the people of Palestine. We are their last hope. Please donate whatever you can and if you cannot donate then please spread awareness about this genocide and the many others all around the world.
FREE PALESTINE
FREE SUDAN
FREE CONGO
Nobody is free until everybody is free.
KEEP BOYCOTTING
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chrysanthemum-poet · 5 months ago
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I'll carve out our names into hundred year old trees
So that whoever cuts it, fifty years later
Would know about you and me.
I want our love to be great and our legacy to be greater.
I'll leave our letters in my attic
So that whoever buys the house next,
Would find them with bleeding ink and smudged lipstick.
I want them to read it and know the reasons why I loved you and you loved me.
I want us burried holding hands,
With your head on my shoulder
So that a hundred years from now somebody digs up our grave
And finds our fingers interlocked, my arm cradling your head.
Once again I whisper in your ear.
You giggle.
Yours,
Chrysanthemum_poet
Please consider donating to the people of Palestine. We are their last hope. Please donate whatever you can and if you cannot donate then please spread awareness about this genocide and the many others all around the world.
FREE PALESTINE
FREE SUDAN
FREE CONGO
Nobody is free until everybody is free.
KEEP BOYCOTTING
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chrysanthemum-poet · 5 months ago
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Today I met a person who complained of clutter in her house. Said clutter being handmade birthday cards from children, letters from parents and notes from loved ones. She said that she didn't want to throw it but didn't want to keep it either. Everytime she went to throw them out, the memories would come rushing and she was forced to keep them as they were and now I don't ever want a clean house.
Hi, I know it's been a while, but please consider donating to the people of Palestine.
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chrysanthemum-poet · 5 months ago
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When we're dead and gone and burried,
I want the lovers of the world to hear our story,
I want them to sizzle and burn in jealously,
I want them to mourn what they will never have,
I want them to know what they will never be.
Sincerely,
The love of your life
Hello, please consider donating to help the people of Palestine. We are their last hope
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chrysanthemum-poet · 7 months ago
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Jack of All Trades
Jack of all trades, master of none
Will you please teach me how to fly
Whenever I try to walk, my laces come undone
Jack of all trades, master of none
Tell me a story
Tell me how it all begun
Jack of all trades, master of none
Will you please help me
Without you it's no fun
Jack of all trades, master of none
I can't thank you enough
You taught me to reach the sun
Jack of all trades, master of none
Thank you
For all that you've done.
Jack of all trades, master of none
But better than a master of one.
-Chrysanthemum_poet
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chrysanthemum-poet · 7 months ago
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At night I wake
Along with all my ghosts
We dance and we talk
My mind tells me to get rid of them
But these are the ghosts that taught me how to walk
I can't just let them go
What would the mind know
About matters pertaining to the heart
And so
I let them take my bed
Then my room
And then my life
"I won't let them go" I say
They cling to me like I'm rocks and they're moss
They've been with me ever since I could think
They are all I have
They are all I know
I love them
In the end they eat me alive
-Chrysanthemum_poet
Please consider donating to the people of Palestine. It does not have to be a huge sum. Donate whatever you can and if you cannot donate please spread awareness.
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chrysanthemum-poet · 7 months ago
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I will wait for you like a dying man waits for his impending death
It's a debt that is long overdue
I will pray and I will repent
I will tell you my shame
I will die waiting at the alter of the God that never came
My last words? Your name
-Chrysanthemum_poet
Please consider donating to the people of Palestine.
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chrysanthemum-poet · 7 months ago
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May we meet again
When the day is right,
And we're kinder to eachother.
I'll apologise for what I did,
And more so for what I did not.
Maybe we'll go for a walk.
And maybe somewhere along the way
You'll see a squirrel, hopping away,
And maybe, you'll laugh.
I'll bottle up that sound and label it peace.
And one day when I'm sick and down with a mysterious disease,
Doctors and chattering neighbors will come to look at me.
They will try to find a cure.
They will try to make me well again,
But their efforts will all be in vain.
Then my gaze will fall upon the vial of peace,
That I bottle up near the mango trees.
I will unscrew the cork,
And drink the potion of your laugh.
The drink will settle in my chest, bubbling a laughter of my own.
Finally, I'll be at ease.
-Chrysanthemum_poet
Please consider donating to the people of Palestine. I have attached a few links where you can donate in this post. Donate whatever you can and if you can't donate please spread awareness.
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chrysanthemum-poet · 8 months ago
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May we meet again
When the day is right,
And we're kinder to eachother.
I'll apologise for what I did,
And more so for what I did not.
Maybe we'll go for a walk.
And maybe somewhere along the way
You'll see a squirrel, hopping away,
And maybe, you'll laugh.
I'll bottle up that sound and label it peace.
And one day when I'm sick and down with a mysterious disease,
Doctors and chattering neighbors will come to look at me.
They will try to find a cure.
They will try to make me well again,
But their efforts will all be in vain.
Then my gaze will fall upon the vial of peace,
That I bottle up near the mango trees.
I will unscrew the cork,
And drink the potion of your laugh.
The drink will settle in my chest, bubbling a laughter of my own.
Finally, I'll be at ease.
-Chrysanthemum_poet
Hi please consider donating to the Palestinian people. I have attached a few links where you can donate in this post. Donate whatever you can and if you cannot donate please spread awareness.
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chrysanthemum-poet · 8 months ago
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One day when I'm dead and gone,
I hope archeologists dig up my grave.
And find a peice of paper,
Tangled up in my bones.
The very one you wrote to me.
I hope they write volumes,
About our love and my madness.
-Chrysanthemum_poet
Hi, please consider donating to the people of Palestine, they are living under inhumane conditions and constant threats from israel.
Donate if you can. It does not have to be a huge sum. If you cannot donate please spread awareness and share and reblog this post to spread awareness.
I'll link some accounts where you can go and donate in this post.
FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸
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chrysanthemum-poet · 8 months ago
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The only thing wrong with life is that it goes on.
-Chrysanthemum_poet
Hi, please consider donating to the people of Palestine. We are perhaps their last hope. Please help. Be on the right side of history. If you do not know where to donate, I'll link a few pages in this post where you can donate. It does not have to be a huge sum.
FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA PALESTINE WILL BE FREE 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸
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