#crownwrites

[most-ment]

Let go..? 

 I thought I had grown;

Vanquished the demons of my past.

I assumed I had long flown,

That the sinking feeling was gone at last.

~

I am supposed to be passed this,

I am supposed to be better.

Gone, I hoped were those habits,

That I once thought would entrap me forever.

~

My thoughts are supposed to be kind,

My glass, half full,

But everything has begun to rewind;

Dormant embers, now rekindled.

~

My heart is supposed to be light,

My smile, genuine,

But the weight comes back sometimes,

With a frown, menacing.

~

Where does it come from?

When will it truly leave me?

How far away must I run,

For the shadows to never again reach me?

~

When will it all end?

When will I grow? When will I know?

When will these past feelings and regrets,

Finally let me go?

~

Note: Salaam loves, been quite a bit, hope you like the poem.

Let go of this taglist: @annotated-catastrophe @jayrealgf @sweetwarmcookies16 @think-through-pen @jordynhaiku @timeflieslikeabanana @grimfox @mk-ranz @unforgettable-sensations @dbaydenny @andileighwrites @onherway @sharmerika @hauntedjellyfishtraveler @hafisat @crownwriter @bdulhamid @chioma66 @dbaydenny @friendlyneighbourhoodartist @annotated-catastrophe @jayrealgf @sweetwarmcookies16 @think-through-pen @jordynhaiku @timeflieslikeabanana @grimfox @mk-ranz @unforgettable-sensations @dbaydenny @andileighwrites @onherway @sharmerika @hauntedjellyfishtraveler @hafisat @crownwriter @bdulhamid @chioma66 @dbaydenny @friendlyneighbourhoodartist

[crownandwriter]

Genshin Most to Least Likely to...Kiss You When You’re Sick

Another quick one, I hope you all like these!

Bennett - Does it without thinking, out of habit. You didn’t even have to ask. Yes, he catches your sick, and yes, he’s sick worse than you were.

Xiao - I mean...his kisses are pretty sparse to begin with, but you being sick isn’t going to stop him if he decides to give in to your request. He probably isn’t susceptible to human illnesses anyway.

Childe - Teasingly scolds you for asking--you want him to get sick, too? But he gives in almost right away, just once or twice. He gets sick after, too, but it’s mild.

Venti - At first he just kisses your cheek, but when you ask again you get a smooch on the lips. He miraculously gets sick right after you recover, citing said affection, but you’re pretty sure he’s faking it to prolong the quality time.

Noelle - Tries to refuse your pleas for her love, but feels more and more guilty as you pout. She gives in eventually, and just about smothers you with the handkerchief she throws over your mouth for a layer of protection. It’s good enough for the time being.

Thoma - Gives in quickly, but only if you’re both wearing face masks. It’s surprisingly sweet and satisfying for such a muffled sensation.

Diluc - Gives you a swift peck on the forehead, and nothing more. He doesn’t like you being miserable, but he can’t afford to get sick either.

Beidou - When you ask for a kiss, she smooches a couple of her own fingers and smushes them onto your mouth while you lay there with your eyes closed and lips puckered. She’s grinning, clearly very proud of her own cleverness.

Kazuha - His smile and his words are gentle while he refuses, and he promises plenty of affection plus interest once you’ve fully recovered.

Albedo - Not so sure he can get sick, but he simply says no. Drink your medicine.

[crownthemwithmanycrowns]

Went to the Nona Launch party at a local bookstore last night and there was so many people in cosplay! I love seeing locked tomb cosplay in real life it makes me so happy, and helps me remember that there are people in my town that love this series as much as I do.

Otherwise got the release copy of the book (i had the arc). Got a few stickers and pins, and a signed card from Tasmyn.

I’m gonna be posting my write up/ analysis of the John chapters in Nona here this weekend most likely (unless I get to it sooner) they are super interesting- and very connected to the verse they are titled for, as well as being a cipher for smthn fun, @mirrens has a post on it, with the changes from the ARC documented and a link to the Twitter post breaking down the cypher in it.

For those reading Nona for the first time this week- don’t feel discouraged if you don’t understand what happened after the first read. I had to read the final day /John chapters like 3-5 times before I fully understood the series of events, and who is where and doing what.

This is fantastic book with lots of secrets. I can’t wait to read what everyone thought about it.

[most-ment]

...Weakness...

People often have been my weakness,

I have this unrelenting urge to connect with them.

I ponder everything they do with a keenness,

Meticulously analyse their roots and the spirals of their stems.

~

I always want to know why,

Want to know their intricate feelings & wants,

So I stare at random passerbys,

Eager to know their most ardent dreams and thoughts.

~

Of course this fascination has its down sides ,

I sometimes ponder others too much,

I lose myself in the hows and whys,

Forgetting to ponder my own wants.

~

People often have been my weakness,

My constant fascination, my greatest trial.

I ponder & analyse them with a keenness,

Trying not to lose myself all the while.

~

Note: Hello loves, hope you like this poem, if you're curious about the backstory behind any of my poems i've began posting some background on my substack. Let me know which poem you're curious about and i'll make sure to post smth there Faheezal's Substack. Till next time.

Update: decided to name it Weakness

Art by Lesley Oldaker

My fascinating tag list: @annotated-catastrophe @jayrealgf @sweetwarmcookies16 @think-through-pen @jordynhaiku @timeflieslikeabanana @grimfox @mk-ranz @unforgettable-sensations @dbaydenny @andileighwrites @onherway @sharmerika @hauntedjellyfishtraveler @hafisat @crownwriter @bdulhamid @chioma66 @dbaydenny @friendlyneighbourhoodartist

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Evighed

Immortality isn’t a blessing,

Though I have been able to escape the withering of my bones,

Though I have seen millions of suns setting,

I cannot dictate when the one I love goes,

I cannot stop his life from ending.

~

To grow old is something I yearn for,

Not to be stuck in this endless loop.

I am a woman in the depths of the ocean floor,

Drowned in the punishment of eternal youth.

~

The life of a mortal is like a sigh,

and I have failed too often at holding my breath,

One moment they're living and beautifully alive,

The next they are made ugly by the touch of death.

~

Immortal life has brought nothing but sadness,

Brought nothing but emptiness and pain,

Constantly on the brink of madness,

So very close to turning insane.

~

Immortality isn’t a blessing,

It becomes pointless all my endeavours,

Immortality doesn’t mean anything,

If I can’t have you forever.

.

Salaam my loves, please don't be mad I know it's been forever (pun intended) since I posted. Your girl has just been dealing with the complicated blessing that is life. This is one of my much older works edited to be readable, I hope you like it. What book, poem or film does this remind you of?

My not-so-immortal tag lis: @annotated-catastrophe @jayrealgf @sweetwarmcookies16 @think-through-pen @jordynhaiku @timeflieslikeabanana @grimfox @mk-ranz @unforgettable-sensations @dbaydenny @andileighwrites @onherway @sharmerika @hauntedjellyfishtraveler @hafisat @crownwriter @bdulhamid @chioma66 @dbaydenny @friendlyneighbourhoodartist

[most-ment]

Bandage

I've seen you,

in trash bins; discarded

coated in a red hue,

never again to be regarded.

~

I've observed you,

with your woven strip made only to please,

only to cover up someone else's wound

I've seen you die as you cure everyone else's disease.

~

White, blue, brown

Soo many ways you're coloured,

Only to be left writhing on the ground,

Unreasonably dishonoured.

~

A bind, a strip, a wrap

To everyone you're a servant,

Stuck in this never ending trap,

To be forever subservient.

~

I've seen you,

Wrapped around an arm as a sling.

Soaked in someone else's blood; a red hue

Covering up their hurt only to end up in a trash bin.

~

I've seen you,

as a a bind, a wrap, a sling.

Always ready to cover up someone's wound,

When you're the one always hurting.

Note: Hello loves, hope you like the poem. i saw this title that asked 'what is the lonliest object in the world' and i kinda agreed that the bandage takes the cake so i thought i'd write smth about it. Hope you like it

Bandaged taglist: @annotated-catastrophe @jayrealgf @sweetwarmcookies16 @think-through-pen @jordynhaiku @timeflieslikeabanana @grimfox @mk-ranz @unforgettable-sensations @dbaydenny @andileighwrites @onherway @sharmerika @hauntedjellyfishtraveler @hafisat @crownwriter @bdulhamid @chioma66 @dbaydenny @friendlyneighbourhoodartist

[most-ment]

Repeat

It's happened again,

The cocoons within my stomach have opened.

My heart has began to prepare for the race,

Another marathon; it's once again in motion.

~

This time is a lot like the others;

Convincing, scary, seemingly real,

But too many times has my heart previously fluttered,

Only to end up quiet and still.

~

How do I know if this will be different?

How can I be so sure?

Feelings come and go but as always these are insistent

on making me hope for more.

~

It's happened again,

And to be honest I'm too tired to race

I'm too terrified of the possibility of more pain,

To hope for something that actually stays.

~

Note: Hello loves, a little glimpse into my thoughts and my heart, hope you like it.

@annotated-catastrophe @jayrealgf @sweetwarmcookies16 @think-through-pen @jordynhaiku @timeflieslikeabanana @grimfox @mk-ranz @unforgettable-sensations @dbaydenny @andileighwrites @onherway @sharmerika @hauntedjellyfishtraveler @hafisat @crownwriter @bdulhamid @chioma66 @dbaydenny @friendlyneighbourhoodartist @annotated-catastrophe @jayrealgf @sweetwarmcookies16 @think-through-pen @jordynhaiku @timeflieslikeabanana @grimfox @mk-ranz @unforgettable-sensations @dbaydenny @andileighwrites @onherway @sharmerika @hauntedjellyfishtraveler @hafisat @crownwriter @bdulhamid @chioma66 @dbaydenny @friendlyneighbourhoodartist

[most-ment]

I'm like a year late for this 😭

Here you go:

I hate the love poems I write,

They just don't feel right,

Being written about you

When your someone I never knew

When you're someone I'll never know

When I think of love,

Is it your name that follows?

Tagging: @annotated-catastrophe @jayrealgf @sweetwarmcookies16 @think-through-pen @jordynhaiku @timeflieslikeabanana @grimfox @mk-ranz @unforgettable-sensations @dbaydenny @andileighwrites @onherway @sharmerika @hauntedjellyfishtraveler @hafisat @crownwriter @bdulhamid @chioma66 @at0mbehaiku @anthonyopal @badshortpoetrynooneaskedfor @carrotsinnovember @dg-fragments @evhinox @fakesurprise @falseandrealultravival @gingerquakes @gamktheonion @hymerdinger @kimu-dem @lebuc @l0nely-writer @notawritersblog @poeticstories @robynshaikucorner @the-fallen-stones @voidic3ntity @z. @friendlyneighbourhoodartist. And basically anyone else who wants to share

writers !! because you deserve to have the things youre proud of viewed and acknowledged, tell us your favourite line you've written recently!

ill go first. its either:

Her emotions were all trapped in a bottle, and loneliness was the material it was made of.

or

their mind gripped a double blade, and one end was poised against their heart.

tagging people bc i know youll probably skip past this if i dont

@how-unreasonably-in-love-i-am, @awesome-appaloosa, @ghfvdjcks, @zeniks-waffles (i know you dont write often but your work is so <3 and so you better do this mf), and @yourbrainwillrot (you literally never write but i know you have like tWice and thats okay i just wanna see im curious)

feel free to tag other people as well :)

[most-ment]

Sink or swim

My current friendships are shallow;

above the surface, 

easy to see and understand, 

easy to leave when things get hard,

easy not to get attached

…for some of us.

 ~

For me though, 

it’s too easy to imagine forever after a day of laughter, 

to imagine years after minutes of sharing fears, 

to imagine eternity with people that hardly know me. 

My current friendships are shallow, 

but I’m in the deepest parts, 

ready sink or swim, ready to jeopardise my heart.                                 

~~~

Note: Hey loved, dw i'm not dead Alhamdulilahi. Wanted to share this little poem about a type of love that isn't written about enough, the love within friendships. Hopefully you guys enjoy it, byee!

Sink or swim taglist:@annotated-catastrophe @jayrealgf @sweetwarmcookies16 @think-through-pen @jordynhaiku @timeflieslikeabanana @grimfox @mk-ranz @unforgettable-sensations @dbaydenny @andileighwrites @onherway @sharmerika @hauntedjellyfishtraveler @hafisat @crownwriter @bdulhamid @chioma66 @dbaydenny @friendlyneighbourhoodartist

[most-ment]

Fickle

It's easy for me to make up my mind;

To shut out the unnecessary ponders and thoughts

Yet for my heart it is ore difficult than I could define,

To tame it's incessant feelings and wants

~

I wouldn't say I'm logical,

But I've learnt much from experiences that aren't mine.

Yet my feelings remain forever incorrigible,

Despite the ever prominent warning signs.

~

All it takes is a met gaze;

A glimpse, a flicker, a spark,

For my heart to begin it's usual craze

To bundle up with the same feelings that once tore it apart.

~

When will it learn?

I find it so pointless to ask.

If only I could shut out the unecessary feelings,

Of my fickle, loving heart.

~

Note: Salaam loves, hope you like the poem! P.S I'm having exams today and henceforth so please send prayers ly!

My ever fickle taglist:@annotated-catastrophe @jayrealgf @sweetwarmcookies16 @think-through-pen @jordynhaiku @timeflieslikeabanana @grimfox @mk-ranz @unforgettable-sensations @dbaydenny @andileighwrites @onherway @sharmerika @hauntedjellyfishtraveler @hafisat @crownwriter @bdulhamid @chioma66 @dbaydenny @friendlyneighbourhoodartist

[most-ment]

Here's a prompt for ya:

Right place, right time, wrong people

Lovers Block

The setting couldn't be better;

With the stars above shimmering.

Not a cloud in the sky to disrupt the perfect weather,

Still I wonder what it is that disrupts my feelings.

~

The moonlight shines a beautiful glow,

It hits my face oh so perfectly.

Illuminated are my starry eyes and sharp cheekbones,

Yet not once have I caught you staring at me.

~

Maybe it's too early in the night,

To tell if it's going well,

Maybe I should give this some more time,

Before I say my farewell.

~

Maybe the conversation will come,

To replace this awkward silence.

There's still a possibility of love,

If we are the ones meant to find it.

~

The timing couldn't be better;

It is the time of the night that is surprisingly chilly.

Normally I would shiver from this weather,

And you would drape your jacket over me.

~

Normally I would also get butterflies,

From your gesture, from your smile.

But when I look into your starry eyes,

I only feel my denial.

~

Maybe we ought to go dancing,

Since conversation proves a bore.

Maybe the night would be more entrancing,

If we both weren't so unsure.

~

Maybe the issue is the weather,

Or the seats or the food,

Maybe this night would have been a thousand times better,

If I actually loved you.

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Note: Thank you so much @timeflieslikeabanana for this prompt. Literarily woke up to this and was exactly the inspiration I needed. Hopefully you like the poem. My ask box is still open for a while if anyone else has a prompt. Thanks again @timeflieslikeabanana <33

Title by: @timeflieslikeabanana

Right post, right font, wrong taglist:@annotated-catastrophe @jayrealgf @sweetwarmcookies16 @think-through-pen @jordynhaiku @timeflieslikeabanana @grimfox @mk-ranz @unforgettable-sensations @dbaydenny @andileighwrites @onherway @sharmerika @hauntedjellyfishtraveler @hafisat @crownwriter @bdulhamid @chioma66 @dbaydenny @friendlyneighbourhoodartist

[most-ment]

Weak words

I’ve made this what it shouldn’t be;

An occupation; a job; a responsibility 

~

Prior to recently,

I wrote mostly for me 

~

Now I’m limited to disclaimers 

I have to apologise for my rhymes 

Frantically trying to wipe off the ink with an eraser

Constantly editing the words I write.

~

This is my fault,

If I had just safeguarded my thoughts 

Quarantined them

Protected them from infection, from rusts and dents

~

If only I didn’t try

To popularise

Didn't let the number of notes get to my head 

Frequently going through every comment or like

If only I remained firm to the end

~

~

Sadly though, it seems it’s too late

Because even the words I just wrote

Has been served in a pre-seasoned plate

 ~

Sadly my ink has lost its power

 Lost it’s purpose and worth

 Now my writing seems empty enough to be devoured

 A simple plate of weak words.

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Hey guys, hope this poem is explanation enough for why i haven't really been posting. I think i'm gonna take a hiatus break to focus on my mental health for a while. Hope to be back soon. Love ya'll

My weakly worded tag list: @jayrealgf @think-through-pen @jordynhaiku @crownwriter @hauntedjellyfishtraveler @grimfox @timeflieslikeabanana @mk-ranz

[most-ment]

What is poetry?

What is poetry to me?

At first it was an escape,

Somewhere for my sadness to go to,

So it wouldn’t be bottled up in my heart,

Making it unbearably heavy.

A defibrillator were my words,

Writing a thousand sentences a day just to keep my heart steady.

~

Poetry eventually became a megaphone,

For the thought’s i'd kept silent,

The feelings i’d normally disregard,

Because no one cared to listen.

Poetry made my emotions so loud,

That they couldn’t be ignored, 

By the world.

~

What did poetry become for me?

It became an identity,

A small peace of my definition,

An inseparable part of my reality.

The words were my soul in little bits,

scattered,

Trying to be understood,

Trying to be heard.

~

Poetry,

Became more than rhyming words and fun,

It became more than just another form of expression.

It became a red button,

I would click,

Every time I wanted to make a change,

An impact.

~

Poetry became something more to me,

Than the words I would simply write for someone to read. 

~

Note: Salaam loves! Wanted to post this yesterday for world poetry day but I was spent. Hope you like the poem and tell me in the comments,

What is poetry to you?

My poetic tag list:

@jayrealgf @sweetwarmcookies16 @think-through-pen @jordynhaiku @timeflieslikeabanana @grimfox @mk-ranz @unforgettable-sensations @dbaydenny @andileighwrites @onherway @sharmerika @hauntedjellyfishtraveler @hafisat @crownwriter @bdulhamid @chioma66 @dbaydenny @friendlyneighbourhoodartist

[most-ment]

Still

We’re all moving

Onward, forward, towards something

It doesn’t matter what it is we’re doing

Whether or not we’re running, walking or doing nothing

.

We’re all moving

Towards a goal, an end, an eventuality

We’re all doing

Everything we can to end up happy

.

And I’m exhausted

Knowing this

Constantly thinking  of everything I want and wanted

Constantly I’m chasing finite bliss

We’re all moving

And none of us know when exactly we’re stopping

It’s a journey of our choosing

But it’s one we’re all equally venturing

.

We’re all moving

Fighting desperately to make our current fantasies real

But isn’t a never ending journey a cruel thing

Isn’t it okay to just sit still?

.

Note: These days I've been feeling like I have a thousand things I need to do and no amount of effort ever seems to be enough to finish my infinite list of tasks. I've been burnt out and tired and tired of being burnt out and well, that's not healthy. So I've decided to take things as they are, to not dwell too much on my list, but to take time to sleep in and breathe. Not every moment has to be productive to be worthwhile and I'm trying to learn that. I hope this poem helps someone put things in perspective. Hope you like it loves.

My very still taglist: @jayrealgf @sweetwarmcookies16 @think-through-pen @jordynhaiku @timeflieslikeabanana @grimfox @mk-ranz @unforgettable-sensations @dbaydenny @andileighwrites @onherway @sharmerika @hauntedjellyfishtraveler @hafisat @crownwriter @bdulhamid @chioma66 @dbaydenny @friendlyneighbourhoodartist

[most-ment]

Doomed

I don’t know what you thought would happen

You stole my heart from the One who rightfully owns it 

You became more to me than a measly distraction 

I wish we didn’t start something so hopeless 

~

I thought that we could just enjoy each other 

That we could simply be there as standbys 

It didn't occur how far it could wander 

Far passed simple hello's, hi’s and bye’s 

~

Honestly we were both delusional

Thinking either of us could guard our hearts properly 

We thought we could keep what we were strict and conditional 

And yet the lines were crossed ever soo suddenly 

~

‘Friends’ we called it 

What a beautiful excuse 

We let our hearts soften 

By private convos and meet cutes 

~

Now I know we have rules for a reason 

Humanity is soo prone to want what’s destructive

I held you close giving my own pointless reasons 

Now I see how the decrees are instructive 

_

Now I know that it wasn’t just ill fate 

This all happened because we transgressed our paths 

I tried to put my feelings above my faith 

I should've known that it was doomed from the start. 

Note: if you love anything or anyone more than Allah, you’re bound to become heartbroken; destined even. Don’t make that mistake. 

Second note: This is one of my favourite(though controversial) poems in the new poem series I just aired on my website called:

My Journey to seclusion

You can also check out some specific one on my insta:

MJTS

Hope you like the poems, byee loves!! and a late Eid Mubarak to you all <33

My never to be doomed tag list: @jayrealgf @sweetwarmcookies16 @think-through-pen @jordynhaiku @timeflieslikeabanana @grimfox @mk-ranz @unforgettable-sensations @dbaydenny @andileighwrites @onherway @sharmerika @hauntedjellyfishtraveler @hafisat @crownwriter @bdulhamid @chioma66 @dbaydenny @friendlyneighbourhoodartist

[most-ment]

Score📋

I lost count,

Of how many times you’ve apologised.

Tell me you’re sorry,

And I foolishly believed those lies.

~ I stopped counting,

 Maybe after the hundredth time,

You told me not to worry,

You told me that you’d try.

~ I'm exhausted,

I've always been horrible at keeping score,

You were everything I wanted,

But in me you wanted more.

~ I lost count,

Of how many lies,

Of how many times I'd come back, 

Because you apologised.

~

Note: Hey loves, hope you like the poem.

Keeping score of my tag list:@jayrealgf @sweetwarmcookies16 @think-through-pen @jordynhaiku @timeflieslikeabanana @grimfox @mk-ranz @unforgettable-sensations @dbaydenny @andileighwrites @onherway @sharmerika @hauntedjellyfishtraveler @hafisat @crownwriter @bdulhamid @chioma66 @dbaydenny @friendlyneighbourhoodartist