mylovedwasteland
The Wasteland
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call me kiki (she/her) / i try to be diverse with what i post / Indian 🇮🇳
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mylovedwasteland · 11 days ago
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My Flowers
My flowers rose
From dirt so dense a shovel couldn’t dig even when pressed
From weeds so greedy my flowers almost couldn’t have been seen
But even then my flowers grew 
They grew through rocky dirt and pesky weeds
They grew bright and colorful putting the paintings to misery 
My flowers looked towards the sun, 
Their sun 
And the sun looked at them covering them with the warmth of a womb 
And for evermore they looked at eachother seemingly to their tomb 
Then the sun went away. 
The clouds shadowed my flowers bringing in rain 
But despite this my flowers always stayed
The rain left and a knight walked through trying to pick pick my flowers with a disgusting attitude 
As he reached down to pick them he cured in anger as my flowers fought back with sharp swagger 
The knight left and i looked to my flowers
My flowers grew thorns 
And do not the sun to look after
and as the sun strangely on the east
my beloved flowers became kings
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mylovedwasteland · 1 month ago
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Her Before Me
Her before me took a pen to the paper and thus gave a bullet to the head
Her before me opened her mouth and thus pierced the heart with a stake
Her before me took her two legs out of the cell and walked on and thus slit the throat
and now I shoot
I pierce
I slit
Those who came before me look at me with the conscious of those who have been looked at
The same conscious I will have when I look at those who come after me
For all time and forever
They will shoot
They will pierce
The will slit
And they will look at those after them
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mylovedwasteland · 4 months ago
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The Pretty World
This world is not for me
The pretty world with blue eyes 
The world with blonde hair 
The world with girls that are between 5’5 to 5’6 with slim thighs and big lies
The world which leaves me 
The one that beats 
Its trapping vines consume me shaping me 
Its fire sickening me 
Burning me 
this world world is not for me
This world with grass thats so dark green 
With lush forests of of tall manly trees 
But all of this could not have been possible without my rain 
Without my sisters’ reign
There would be nothing but a barren wasteland of thoughtlessness 
A desolate place of antagonism 
But yet 
This pretty world which is our design leaves us 
Its beats us 
The vines we took so much care to grow 
Traps us, yells at us, engulfs us, shaping us to its own similar and thoughtless design 
We are not similar
We are not thoughtless 
We are wild  
We are free 
We are the storms that they see with a scared expression 
We thunder beyond that polluted sea on the horizon ready to rain down upon the world to help it grow 
To bring back the the bright flowers, the technicolor butterflies, the lush jungles and so much more 
We are not part of the pretty world anymore 
We are part of the absolutely divine one 
That is our design 
As we light the way for future storms 
We in turn light the way for ourselves 
For each other in unity 
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mylovedwasteland · 8 months ago
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For some reason I keep acting like I am the teenage girl rage Joan of Arc version of Charles Bukowski. I just don't know wether that's because of his writing or mine.
always and forever yours
kiki
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mylovedwasteland · 9 months ago
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The Delineation of a Tragic Relationship
I tie my hair and the mirror up and put on half a bottle of perfume cause I know you'll complain about the stench I exhibit when I come down stairs
there's not much here for me anymore ever since you started talking and talking and talking about me
what I can't and how I can't do anything in this life
so I move away in my mind and tell myself to pay no mind to the attention you demand from me
yet your words still affect me like a blade to an apple
crisp sweet juice dripping from the cut relentlessly spilling out
the prominent slice sound of the hard exterior being cut with no second thought
that apple will never be looked at as it once was
Every single one of my dreams and goals to you seems to be a waste of time and energy
not that you think even if I put time and energy they would come to life
your plans for me require the same steps as my plans for myself
I cannot take those steps
for you are right there watching me
waiting just waiting and waiting patiently
for my fall from those steps
because when you are at the top looking down at me, those stairs look like a ladder
steep, tall, scary, and the worst pain when I fall
you constantly taunt me
asking me what I'm doing
I tell you what I'm doing
you think I'm lying
you get angry
you think I'm angry
you start yelling at me
I'm not angry just incredibly annoyed to the point where I don't know what to say other to than just look at you
with no emotion just looking at you wondering where I went wrong
Later that night I close my eyes unable not exactly think straight
I get up Sunday morning bright and early and drive to San Francisco
I start walking across the Golden Gate Bridge reach the middle and look out
you know what happens next
I don't need to tell you
but what would've done if you were there
when I decided to make the seemingly least important decision
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mylovedwasteland · 9 months ago
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I am a Scribe
Hello beautiful world,
My name is Kiki and I am a writer. This is an announcement to say that I officially do scribing for you dear lover. I hope to help convey your thoughts and emotions to whoever you would like me to write too. My services are completely free and catered to you, meaning if the first draft is not up too your liking I have no problem doing as many as needed in order to fulfill your wishes. I write poems, stories, and many more works of writing. If you have any request please look at the option of "writing requests" on my Tumblr page. I hope we have a wonderful time together.
all my love
kiki
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mylovedwasteland · 9 months ago
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Brainstorm
You're smoking your Marlboro cigarette, I hear thunder yet it is a clear night.
I try not to hide while you're around, not fret.
You look towards me, unchanging your sight.
Your leather jacket looks comfortable
I should know for sure, I wore it before.
You always saw me as insufferable with a shattered heart only you can restore.
I existed as Eve to your Adam
I reminisce about the times I’ve been here before as the wind howls for me.
You inquire me, "May I help you madam"
My body is ice and I cannot see, as the storms start to brew between us.
Brian you made it start raining, sunshine no where to be found
Because when I look into those cloudy gray eyes I already know I am going to drown
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mylovedwasteland · 9 months ago
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I Can’t Do It (draft)
And my dreams fall at my feet
Like autumn leaves on green grass
Perhaps most beautiful in death
And I realize that they will never be the same
They will never be on my great tree of ambition
My great tree of pride
My great tree of faith
My great tree of focus
Rather they were not able to brave the weather of my complete incompetence
Now they will be simply swept away
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mylovedwasteland · 9 months ago
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Idiocy
My night time deliriousness
It’s seeping into my daytime delusion
Or maybe
Just maybe
I’m an idiot
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mylovedwasteland · 9 months ago
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grammys 2024 is my 13th reason why - kiki
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mylovedwasteland · 2 years ago
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i can never get what i want its so annoying
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mylovedwasteland · 2 years ago
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dont fall for him
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mylovedwasteland · 2 years ago
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