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𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝 ˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ ₁₇ ಄ ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅ᥎ׁׅꪱׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁ ժׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻɑׁׅ֮ժׁׅ݊ ᧁׁꪱׁׅꭈׁׅᥣׁׅ֪

[aceeeys]

ᵃᶜᵉˢ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒ

⠀ ⠀:¨ ·.· ¨:⠀@aceeys ⠀ `· . ace ﹒ 17ꜝ ⠀⠀✚ ₊⠀self proclaimed poet

i like ; x - mlp - fucked up girl novels (bunny anyone?) - writing ofcs - dystopia media

[aceeeys]

vesicles

sometimes

as i sit in the bed you writhed and tore up

uprooted my insides

and branded my skin in

ill think of the nights fourteen year old me prayed you would make it through the night

would quit your nine to five or starving slicing and smoking

and just survive

but then my mind moves quicker

to the nights where i begged

any god with some pull

to kill you

painlessly

effortlessly

just stop that sickening vesicle of your heart.

[emphasiskills]

the oracle 

only processes 

monochrome:

 

happenstance duality

the coin toss insists

causality

comes in couplets

double the half

of the absence

dichotomy purloins

colour with 

twinned tunnel vision

pendulum's forked tongue

forecasts polarity

bipartite bargain

fool's gold fortunes

sold to the gullible

and penumbra 

is just a myth 

whispered by coincidence

[nixscriptum]

less of a poem, more of a reminder. ( ✿ )

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[havingapoemwithyou]

Crush by Ada Limón

[paper-wounds]

via

[aceeeys]

a certain ailment

with each step

my bones ache and my muscles crack

my body is a home; falling apart and trying to rid of me

ive lost 30 pounds

then i gain them back twofold

i have a ‘good day’

do dishes and walk

and the next i cant move

being helped to the bathroom

humiliation is far past my reach

my dignity was flushed out with saline

my body is a home; not leased out to me.

[wildweirwood]

— Faith Alexandria, Mine to keep, mine to love

[paper-wounds]

via

[nixscriptum]

[paper-wounds]

[nixscriptum]

I reach the end of you only to find another beginning.

[inkpressedpetals]

a letter to my younger self.

[perfectquote]

“You need to make space in your heart for someone who has the capacity to love you just as much as you love them.”

— Unknown

[bebs-art-gallery]

Dear Desolation by Eliran Kantor † Love of the Wolf by Hélène Cixous

[aceeeys]

"the wolf is now the lambs lamb"

[fairydrowning]

– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]