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desi | intp | taurus 🪷 ‘poetries and rants’ @moonlit.xx on ig🌙

[reewritesstuff]

hi I’m ree⭐️

here is my poetry masterlist🎖️

connect with me through my asks <33

[raylangivins]

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cavern tales.

inside a dimly lit cavern

Along the breath of an almost spark

A soul sat desolate,

Glum like the side of the moon that was perhaps perpetually dusted dark.

The soul gathered it’s hope,

that fluttered past him; twinkling, a firefly

Escaping through him with such simplicity

That they could almost be well served lies.

now he had closed his palms,

and the truth had no means of escape

so when he shook it open, it was just a reflection of his past, which was more than he could take

[sourdough-seal]

"why did you stop writing your story!!! never stop writing!!!!!!!!!!!" well you see the character had to drive one mile to a new location and the sentence "she got into the car" was quite simply my undoing

[nixscriptum]

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

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unpopular opinion (maybe??) but Nikita Gill’s poetry is criminally underrated.

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if I put out my wip on tumblr would anyone even be interested in reading it?😭

should I?

yes!

no tf?

Voting ended onJan 14, 2025

[reewritesstuff]

To anyone who cares about this blog (🫶🏻)

ok firstly, when I posted this I didn’t think ANYONE would interact with this post, but to the 7 people that did, idk who you are but ty ily 🫶🏻

other than this fact, I have 2/4 chapters + epilogue of my wip done and I want to have at lease the third chapter done before I even entertain the idea of posting it here and that is currently not possible.

I’m going to be incredibly busy for the next 2 months(?) so I’ll only be able to put out more poetries and MAYBE the wip after said duration.

but if you are waiting for any of my content (i.e. poetry, writing) I’m so glad you’re here and I promise to be super consistent and feed yall well after I come back from my hiatus.

Till then, I love any and all of you who interact with my poetries and/or enjoy whatever content I post, please stay safe and healthy, I’ll see you when I see you.

Ree<3

[reewritesstuff]

if I put out my wip on tumblr would anyone even be interested in reading it?😭

should I?

yes!

no tf?

Voting ended onJan 14, 2025

[reewritesstuff]

furious red.

In my farthest recollections

I can feel a faint red

Every lens that i have seen past

Through it, I must’ve secretly bled.

Have I been the angry child?

Honestly I can’t answer or agree

I can’t grasp where its roots spread from

I can’t catch it in any of my memories.

The anger must’ve seeped through me

One night as I was asleep

Because in my waking moments

A tumultuous blur of grief is all I see

But the grief must’ve been a liar

Claiming to be something known

because I’ve been familiar with sorrow

And maybe my hurt is just my anger’s clone.

[reewritesstuff]

Don't tell me you wrote such excellent work of writing. I was mesmerized for a couple of minutes after reading it.

I bend down! 🙇‍♂️. You are a damn good writer! Here's a little gift I could give, a follow 👣😜.

haha, thank you so much for your kind word, I really appreciate them. Tysm for the follow as well !! 💗🌙

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📁bibliothèque

this is the collection of my little pieces of writing :)

enjoy and show your love if you like them<33

🖇️cavern takes

🖇️furious red

🖇️conspiracy theory

🖇️just an accident

🖇️painter

🖇️sanctity

ree <3

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conspiracy theory

You are sorry; a conspiracy theory.

It’s one I like to believe in, in secrecy

it’s a shy type of terrifying delusion

one which no one believes in but me.

Maybe in your hearts of hearts

you’re slightly apologetic

and maybe somewhere deep in my own

I know you couldn’t care less, so I forget it.

Yet there are proofs lined with a red marker

On the walls of my mind

Caution tape stretching along the pictures

Through which the truth I have deceitfully entwined.

None of it is true, I am honestly aware

But you’re not here to tell me otherwise

So I too don’t really to care.

It’s not one I share with many

So it’s not too humiliating

but when there’s a mention of a guilty pleasure I see you in mind, waiting.

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going about my day when suddenly “kabhi usse Noor Noor kehta hu”

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AND WHAT ABOUT THE CONSTANT MF ANXIETY I HAVE ??? ARE WE JUST NEVER GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT????

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“It’s just an accident”

nothing is accidental.

It is either the intention of the universe;

Of the cruelty of destiny.

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Painter.

In every life

It’s him I’d choose.

I could be a painter

And for him,

The hues of love I’d use.

Brown for his eyes,

Black for his hair,

And red for his cheeks

for when a blush appears there

a constellation in his orbs i would draw

Myriads of kisses on his skin

decorated by me, for sure.

—moonlit.xx