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Oh you perfidious viper

How you wound me so!

Lay down on the ground, turn and show your belly

An act of submission, passive domination

Everything is turning to black

One night I swear I'll lose my sight to these obsidian waters

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Starlight

It's a starry night, darling

Come on out, let's count them all

Purple-tinged skies and thunderstorms

Are what I love

But there's something that lights up in me

When you smile unabashedly for the world to see

You look like the inside of a moon

And honestly? That's all I need

I love the stars.

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Thank you @smittenbypoetry and everyone who got me to 10 reblogs!

Starlight

It's a starry night, darling

Come on out, let's count them all

Purple-tinged skies and thunderstorms

Are what I love

But there's something that lights up in me

When you smile unabashedly for the world to see

You look like the inside of a moon

And honestly? That's all I need

I love the stars.

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My motto from now on...

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Starlight

It's a starry night, darling

Come on out, let's count them all

Purple-tinged skies and thunderstorms

Are what I love

But there's something that lights up in me

When you smile unabashedly for the world to see

You look like the inside of a moon

And honestly? That's all I need

I love the stars.

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Sunset

This grave sits empty Blankets of soil cover me Awake! Rise from your slumber Hands reaching out like The branches of trees stretching up to Touch the setting sun An orange candy I long to taste.

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"So I know you sent me to kill the leader of the demons…but there have been some complications" The hero said, trying to hide the ring on their finger.

"What. Complications?" Maria smiled through thinly veiled rage.

"I...uh..."

"Spit it out, Kunj."

"Okay, so how do I explain this? Somehow I am the leader of the demons now?" I laughed nervously, backing away from the plump figure stalking towards me. "Like whaat? Me? The demon Lord?"

Stopping before she actually invaded my personal space, Maria dug her hand through her intricately woven hair, frustration lacing every single word, "One job, Kunj. Just the one."

"I'm-"

"Bup!"

"But-"

A single glare from my darling shut me up. Sigh, now we had to figure out what to do with my newly acquired army of minions.

"So I know you sent me to kill the leader of the demons…but there have been some complications" The hero said, trying to hide the ring on their finger.

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Thank you @thewanderingwriterbee and everyone who got me to 5 reblogs!

Much honoured!

Describing an orange

As I dug into the peel of the fruit, the tiniest of sprays of acid sprung up, filling the air with its unique citrus smell. It was delight at first bite. The juices slipped lightly down my parched throat and as I separated the last two slices of orange, I saw their skin had split, providing me a view into their glistening innards, fat like crystals of rubies.

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MUSIC!!!

Daily writing promptWhat was the last thing you did for play or fun?View all responses The last thing I did for fun? Listen to Sleep Token, of course! The symphony of melodies that they create, with rap one second, beautiful vocals the other, metal thrash, gorgeous piano, they serve everything! So, I just went to Spotify’s Sleep Token artist section and hit shuffle while I wrote for my tumblr…

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What it feels like

My panic attacks started when I was eighteen. I still am that age but it feels like I’m 20. I can’t tell you how or why they started, but I can tell you what it’s like. Imagine overwhelming unease. It’s not exactly fear, but it’s a great degree of discomfort, for sure. Your chest begins to tighten till you gasp out loud at the strange sensation of struggling to breathe. Then your muscles start…

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My hero

Daily writing promptDescribe a man who has positively impacted your life.View all responses Dear readers, let me tell you about the one man that shaped my work ethic. The one man that I can’t bear to hurt or disappoint in any way- my father. My Dadda. You know, our family’s gone through a lot. But he came back. He didn’t let us break. He’s my rock. I can talk to him about anything. Dad, if…

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panic dairies pt.2

Graves of half-eaten butterflies Blown apart by shotguns Pretty tattered little things Floating around aimlessly Self-harm is my disease I’m on my knees Sucking on self pity’s teat Hanging full, laden with narcissism and vanity Harsh reality: forget privacy Reverence is what you demand from me Cut me up, tender Fuck me up, raw Dice me whole Sauce me up I’m a dish best served With…

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panic diaries pt.1

Raised voices in the oven Baked at just the right temperature Heat the room to perfection Fear stalks the hazy edges of my mind Holding back tearful screams Would I rip my vocal cords? The memories of her haunt me No wonder I can’t sleep Calm, I am calm Why wouldn’t I be? What did I do wrong Other than be born Causing everyone pain around me Mum’s hair grayed because of me This dam…

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Loads of love ya'll!!!

My trip to Venice Mall

Desolate, that’s the word that comes to mind when you take in the chubby plain faced girl, trotting behind her parents in heels she hasn’t yet learnt to properly walk in, with a moody look the only makeup for her dulling skin. Her black and white kurta complimented her figure nicely. It wouldn’t be so bad to date her, one might think, with a hint of superiority, reflecting this author’s own sense of inferiority. She looked the serious, studious kind, this girl, but her coloured hair gave her the look of someone who indulged in things considered bad, say smoking.

Walking abreast were, in varying amounts of obesity, the mother and father. Is there some significance to positioning mother before father? Is my subconscious trying to tell me something? Ah, leave such matters for Freud! My readers moan. Very well, then. We shall continue. The mother clad in black, a busty middle aged woman whose bright pink lipstick wore her and a pot-bellied ageing man with hard work and diligence etched onto his face. Rather unassuming, plain folk wouldn’t you think? The hair on their heads didn’t turn grey for nothing haha.

We look at the daughter again. How she wishes to lie in the comfort of her blanket, reading that book that had become her latest obsession, had consumed her so largely that she’d begun to adopt its title into her meals. Butter, butter, everything butter. The exploration of same sex desire. It was no coincidence, she decided. And that brings us to thoughts of her greatest love, a former friend, someone she let consume her entirely. She missed her, as does this humble author. It’s a great loss, a pain that seeps into your very bones, making you so weary that you just want to curl up in your bed and cry and oh, how wonderful would it be if someone were to hold you then!

This mall that the family went to, it was…it was empty yet beautiful. Superficial, in a sense, with phony-looking people roaming the halls of the scattered showrooms. A towered, twisting staircase- pretty, a good place to make out, her university-trained brain muses. The artificial, blue shallow waters and the simple electric boats, the walls carved and painted to look just like Venetian homes- it all seemed such a bore to this thought daughter. Yes, that’s what she was, is. A new woman, utterly besotted with culture, the humanities and art. Pinterest, reddit, Instagram, tumblr, spotify, her journal and books, access to anime, movies and tv shows, writing poetry, learning from professors and students, researching, debating, spontaneous writings, all this gave her soul the fire that had been dangerously close to going out in recent times. A tragedy, indeed, for an eighteen-year-old, a fledgling, to have gone through so much. Even as I write, delicious music plays in the background haha!

At the floor just above, the aroma of baked goods wafted up to her, tingling her nostrils. Her mouth watered, anticipating salt, sugar, fat and carbohydrates in the most scrumptious combinations possible. And oh the joy when she finally had the taste of those Korean Soboro cream buns! Perfectly crispy, rich with butter, light and cool when settled in the throat and a steaming cup of coffee on top- heaven in the truest sense. That was precisely the moment that this young depresso became a happy espresso, even agreeing to have her pictures taken! Good food can do wonders for your mood, mind you. The people working there were so well- mannered and polite! And the girl that served the coffee and confectioneries was so cute that our protagonist yearned to be her age and a man. Again, the themes of the novel she’d been reading hit her like a maelstrom. Will her skin glow too? Shall she let go too of what society demands from her? What would happen?

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