The Wasteland

call me kiki (she/her) / i try to be diverse with what i post / Indian 🇮🇳

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Idiocy

My night time deliriousness

It’s seeping into my daytime delusion

Or maybe

Just maybe

I’m an idiot

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grammys 2024 is my 13th reason why - kiki

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i can never get what i want its so annoying

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dont fall for him

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