Rough edges

I just post what I scribble

[memeuplift]

@memeuplift

[aphysicallymanifestedbirdsin]

Okay, faith restored

[wynwicket]

Exactly what I needed this morning <3

[limiyalili]

Cats are very interesting and get along well

[myinnerdemon004]

The best thing I have done on this Christmas break is watching the Witcher.

I tried to watch it earlier but it didn’t catch. But then a week ago I decided to start watching it because of Jaskier. Totally worth it. Whole series was awesome.

Now I gotta read all the Geraskeir stuff and wait for the next season.

[poetsandbutter]

You are a canvas

Of tightly laced threads

But hanging from a single knot

And all it takes

Is one well intentioned

"Are you okay?"

To unspool the interlaced threads

Of your brittle emotions

And you are left

Overflowing towards the solid ground

Without a single thought left

Except

Someone's care

That touches some deep recess

Of a carefully constructed

Wall, delicately held together

By tentative assurances

And sweet nothings that make you

A sinner, a greedy leech

For love

[poetsandbutter]

You are a canvas

Of tightly laced threads

But hanging from a single knot

And all it takes

Is one well intentioned

"Are you okay?"

To unspool the interlaced threads

Of your brittle emotions

And you are left

Overflowing towards the solid ground

Without a single thought left

Except

Someone's care

That touches some deep recess

Of a carefully constructed

Wall, delicately held together

By tentative assurances

And sweet nothings that make you

A sinner, a greedy leech

For love

[poetsandbutter]

Cops go bang bang - except this is not an action movie

All it takes is a sudden action. A quick pull trigger, if you will. And something goes missing from behind those eyes. Alright, lets be real. Cops are supposed to safeguard the law. But they are just as hasty to break the law.

From the murder of George Floyd (yes, murder) that shook the world with protests to the small town of Hathras where the involved police personnel let a brutality go unpunished. The glamour of cops on big screen seems like an empty façade in wake of the cruel reality.

George Floyd’s death, which is now being called a “sacrifice”, is a shame on the name of law. And so are police who don’t even flinch when condemning innocents to jail. While the law enforcement gorges down on money and dignity of civilian lives, corruption seems to be sneaking up on us every moment. 

A great many things are wrong with our justice system. Many have been brought to light and many remain in the shadowy alley ways of loopholes and government schemes. But tell you what:

If my generation cries themselves to sleep at night, we are grieving the murder of our future.

[poetsandbutter]

On Colourism in India

“Colourism is not real” can be something very easy to spit out when a person has not been beaten up for being a darker shade. “Try this cream!”, my aunt gives out a murmured advice. She is well meaning. But the harsh reality behind her kind words are not unnoticed.

We were taught to value the fair. Just not in the better sense of the word. “Kaali hai, but face cutting acha hai”, is not as much of a compliment as you think it is. Ideas on “race” have been slow in development over the years, but when I whisper, “colourism is real”, I am sincere.

The Karishmas, Aishwaryas and Kareenas look up to see fair and gorgeous actresses with their bleached skin and think, “hey, maybe I should be like them!”. And when they grow up all they would want is to shout at their younger self, “No, sweetie you were fine.”

And now, you may be thinking if Colourism is a hip new word for racism. And I will scoff and say if your mother hasn’t told you to stop playing outside else you will grow even darker, then of course you don’t know what Colourism is.

[rotgospels]

Do you have any good horror movie recommendations?

Yes! These will mostly be 70s/80s horror with a lot of lesbianism and neurotic women bc those are the kinds of films I watch & enjoy the most. 

Possession (1981), The Devil (1972), dir. Andrzej Żuławski.

The Witch (2015), dir. Robert Eggers. 

La Morte Vivante (1982), Fascination (1979), dir. Jean Rollin (literally every single one of his films is good i recommend all of them). 

Phenomena (1989), dir. Dario Argento.

The Devils (1971), dir. Ken Russell. 

Mother Joan of the Angels (1961), dir. Jerzy Kawalerowicz. 

School of the Holy Beast (1974), dir. Noribumi Suzuki. 

Audition (1999), dir. Takashi Miike. 

The Blood Spattered Bride (1972), dir. Vicente Aranda / Vampyres (1974), dir. José Ramón Larraz / Daughters of Darkness (1971), dir. Harry Kümel. 

Lets Scare Jessica to Death (1971), dir. John D. Hancock.

Alucarda (1977), dir. Juan López Moctezuma.

Hellraiser (1987), dir. Clive Barker.  

The House That Screamed (1970), dir. Narciso Ibáñez Serrador.

[poetsandbutter]

Resignation

Coming back from the jarring whites of your personal jail

Tired hands move to pet my head

And while your boss was no tyrant

He was your nightmare all the same

"why don't you quit your job"

They think she hasn't circled around it a thousand times

Stop questioning her with your envenomed words and poisoned glares

What, you thought she's deaf to all the whispers behind her back

When we all move to slumber

She sobs into a pillow

And my restless undeserving ears are the only witness,

And my anguished mind the only sympathy.

And maybe I don't deserve her soft apologies

Maybe all I need is her hands on my shoulders

To push me and rocket me through the glass ceiling

And maybe just maybe let me tell you

When you quit the job, when she threw the resignation on her boss' face

It was rather her rise than a fall.

[poetsandbutter]

You'll not touch me

For I'll not let you.

I will kick and scream

And I will let my will be known

But without my consent

You will not have me anymore

My mind is mine so is my body

And blight be on the one who told you otherwise

There is light at the end of the tunnel

You cannot make believe any else

And I will fight till it's not out of my sight

You cannot touch me

For I'm made of a god.

[poetsandbutter]

Your name is like a brand

That's burned into me.

And the many secrets I keep

That make me sob and weep.

And happy endings are fairytales

That bards sing in sleep.

Maybe I could come back leaping

And your arms are full of me.

While my heart is full of you

I'll laugh so happy and so quick.

But happy endings are Fairytales

That bards sing in sleep.

These eyes that burn like amber jewels

I want them to drown me deep.

Breathing a new life into me

Your cheeks' a lovely pink.

But happy endings are Fairytales

That bards sing in sleep

And I'll love and love and love you

Till there's nothing left

Nothing left

Nothing left but roses on me.

[poetsandbutter]

Did you see my tear tracks?

Scars for my pride.

Did you see my tear track?

Price I paid to survive.

But did you see my tear tracks?

Cuz I'm not going to let them hide.

[poetsandbutter]

Self is an awareness,

A whisper to your mind,

About yourself, who you are in the quiet.

What you crave for,

Luxury, gold and love,

A greedy symphony, banish your need for respite.

Shattered heart and salty tears,

The wind howls your sins,

Regret settles, and so does a hapless winter.

[leetoxic]

Tears falling from my eyes

The world is blurred and watery.

Tears falling from my eyes

Mind is numb from misery.

Tears falling from my eyes

Dry cheeks with etched ravines.

Tears falling from my eyes

Wondering what it all means.

Tears falling from my eyes

Veins are parched from grief.

Wipe the tears from my eyes

And heaven awaiting when I take the leap.

[poetsandbutter]

"Self love is liking your post first."

-Me after I have posted something that hasn't gotten a single like after a year

[poetsandbutter]

Forever is a long time,

Like promises falling from dry lips,

A faithless song to my tears,

A despairing cry to my heart.

Closed up and locked down,

Barely having a star to my name,

No sparkling eyes and sweet belief,

My name lost to the rolling sea.

But I when am willing and I will,

The stars will come back and shine,

And the sea will part for the beckoning,

And I will go ahead and drown in my love.

I will pick up all broken pieces,

Stitch together the tapestry of life,

Fall and get up and stumble and rise again,

And when I see myself I'll cry happy tears.

I will smooth my hide and hair,

Straighten my spine to fight for a dream,

Dance alone to the sound of my laughter,

Forge a new road and walk barefooted.

But never will I grieve my scars,

And even when I cry I will be warm,

And so I'll learn to love me again,

Because I am the only one I need to love.

[poetsandbutter]

They say they feel butterflies,

They say they feel the sun,

They feel the earth spin along with them.

I'll tell you how you make me feel.

It is as if I am the last piece of glass you forget to pick up.

It is as if I am the fallen chandelier,

broken and tasteless.

It is as if I am the creaking stairs that you avoid in the night.

It is as if I am the twig in a rainstorm floating unfocused.

Not the first pitter patter of rain everyone loves to play in.

Nor the passionate downpour that you can drench in.

It is the moist gloom in between which splatters mud.

It is the jarring understanding of adulthood.

It is the pain of losing your footing in life.

It is the flashes of tear jerking nostalgia.

That is how I will say I feel.

And I will be in this euphoric fever dream,

I will hold out my hand and keep it empty,

I will feel the feather light touch of the wind,

And I will look through the storms just for you.

But it is as they say,

"The love that lasts the longest,

Is the love that is never returned."

[poetsandbutter]

I would agree with the universe,

On everything, every matter, every truth.

I would bow and exalt,

It's benign wisdom.

It is as if I would flow,

Wherever it would let me go.

I would mold myself,

Twist myself to be it's perfect rose.

I would polish every pebble,

To pave and adorn it's path to rise.

In a heartbeat, I would smile,

Through thousands tears and cries.

I would forget all the wounds,

The darkness that lingers behind my eyes.

The flood of a glistening sunshine,

That would thaw me into respite.

And I would keep on looking,

Till my death at the awe-filled, mesmerizing sight.

I would carve it's name,

Into every stone and corners.

I would get up from every fall,

To stand behind it in every fight.

I would beseech and gripe,

And I will cradle it with my dying life.

And when the time comes, I will kiss it,

Kiss you goodbye.