#nya writes shitty poetry

[bakaree]

about—

hi, my name is nya & i write stories (sometimes). i’m a teenager, i like cartoons & anime (especially ones with queer rep!!), i write about ghosts more than a sane person should, & i’m indian so i project an unhealthy amount on all my brown characters. i’m really bad at being consistent & i constantly worry if i bother people so if i go inactive again then feel free to yell at me.

my wips—

torn foliage

status: drafting

my april 2021 camp nano project. in a distant dystopian future, a ghost named fanya tells the story of the monster in the ravine & watches as students from two rival boarding schools in the mountains mess around & ignore the fact that people are disappearing. dark academia/gothic urban folklore type beat.

gold leaf girls

status: drafting

a short story collection i've started about unhinged girls who do nothing but mess up their relationships & hyperfixate on gold.

cherry vapour

status: drafting

my sapphic ya novel about grief & imagination. amaryllis spends the summer at her grandmother's house for the first time in eight years & finds out her old imaginary friend viola isn't actually imaginary.

keep me in the dark

status: first draft done, put aside

my 2020 nano novel. talynn is an emt-in-training surrounded by ghosts & shitty people in a shitty dystopian world she doesn't see the point in trying to save.

i also occasionally post poetry / prose & i have some self indulgent fanfiction up on ao3.

if you're curious about any of my wips or have any questions, my ask box is always open! i'd also love to connect with more writers so don't be afraid to tag me in stuff or rant about your own projects.

[somewhereburning]

Searching through some tags

[somewhereburning]

I tried to make room for you in my chest but the front desks says that's occupancy is only available to special guests and your name wasn't on the list.

[somewhereburning]

I tried to make room for you in my chest but the front desk says the rooms are only available for special guests

[somewhereburning]

String up a hammock at the base of my rib cage

[somewhereburning]

[somewhereburning]

You told me your chest burned like a botched heart transplant and i just stood there with the dirty scalpel

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Paranoia 

Maybe I'm just

paranoid 

Acid on the tip 

of my tongue 

im drugged

tugged into darkness

Maybe I'm just 

paranoid

overanalyzing conversations like

FBI agents 

secret agendas hidden

in dirty mattresses 

scrawled like ancient sanskrit 

Maybe i’m just

paranoid

mouth sticky like

EZ squeeze glue

Maybe I'm just

paranoid

heart running

like a race horse

and all bets are off

Maybe I’m just

paranoid

paranoid

Do you hear that

 noise?

[somewhereburning]

She told me 

she thought i’d be sweeter

because my name rhymed with papaya

i guess i wasn't ripe enough

to ignite her fire

[somewhereburning]

(I'm just jotting down a general idea before I forget it) She's more than just the color of her eyes even if they're a thousand shades of green She's more than just the softness of her hands even though you've wanted to hold them so many times Think about the way she sings off key to the radio. Write a poem about the way her mouth says your name when you're being an idiot write about the way she listens to you ramble on about your life write about we laugh and how you try so desperately to hear it again Write about her being more than just her appearance because she's more than just a beautiful face she's a poem

[somewhereburning]

 tell me to be more passionate, to give more heart, but how can i give more heart when it’s literally beating on the kitchen table

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Closed eyes

Last I heard you were out near the beach and you haven’t been home since I don’t blame you (Maybe the waves will wash away your demons)

You were always the one that danced in the edge of cliffs (And I’d be right there with my eyes shut tight until I saw the white specks twinkle behind my eyelids)

I used to miss your bravery (Until I realized you were on the brink of insanity)

You held my hand in the dark until the smell of our decaying friendship became too much

I remember the door giving you a splinter as a goodbye present and I remember waiting on your thank you card (I don’t blame you my eyes were still closed)

[somewhereburning]

FWSS (incomplete)

We meet when the trees turned into flaming torches you weren’t charming and I didn’t kiss the ground

In winter I’d send you pictures of my deformed snow people, and you’d complain about you’re cheeks turning the color of cardinal wings. That year I was the last snow fall.

[somewhereburning]

Arts and Crafts I wish I could sing, because you've always loved listening to music. But I can't sing and you're headphones are broken. I thought of drawing you a picture, but my hand isn't steady and you're already a masterpiece. I guess I'm stuck writing you a poem, but now that I think about it you've always hated my handwriting

[somewhereburning]

I used to write love poems on the back of old grocery store receipts

[somewhereburning]

Maybe you’ll be at the end

of a rainbow

but the colors keep fading

rubber tires swerving on slick black tar

why couldn’t you’ve

just been the rain