#prosaic poetry

[vippik]

Yet another meta-writing

While I write I document and archive the details of my emotional journey, while I write I recuperate, writing is cathartic, writing is sedative for me, to me!!! Every loss leaves behind greater possibilities of gaining a lot more from them, from the void that they create within me, around me, it's only that I should know how to find them, how to let such piquant experiences drive me creatively towards the revelation of something sweeter than honey or stevia or some of the finest sweetener we have ever tasted!!! Let me find the gems, the crystals, amethyst, quartz, or my favourite purple Labradorite, to discover the hidden and hitherto unexplored ecology of emotions down there, let me delve much deeper into this unfathomable depth of this lacrimal lake that keeps drying and filling itself intermittently based on my moods, triggered and manipulated by the eternal strangers I somehow opened my heart to for ambiguous reasons I'm unaware of!!!

By ©Vippik 🌻🌿✨🤞🏾 @vippik

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[notsouniqe]

When I was a kid most of my friends kept dreaming of becoming adults. I've never had that dream. I've always looked into the future with the disturbing feeling of longing for what I will lose along the way. I was almost sure all the good things would come to and end.

I'm 23 now. Sometimes I have this dream. I'm kneeling on the floor of my childhood room, looking under the bed, desperately trying to find something I lost. Then I wake up knowing the things I'm looking for can never be found again.

~ by me

[opikom]

Watimo ngo Lutuwa?

Watimo Ngo Lutuwa? Ikwanyo man ca, ireto man en, ipoko wa, ingwido wa calo yen...

Wangeyo can, pien wabilo mar ki gen Wangeyo kumu, pien wa niang ber pa yomcwiny Wa’poke, wa’tur, wa’too, wa’tum, wa’dong rok rok Pien onongo yam con wan acel, kacel pi kaka wa. Wilobo in to, iruu ikomwa kuman pingo?  Wabalo ngo ce, wilobo? Ikwanyo man ca, ireto man en, ipoko wa, ingwido wa calo yen. Arem me to ki cwer cwiny opongo lajul wa, akemo dit adada. Wa ayu malo ba Lutuwa, pi…

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[oh-kayisee]

the night sky

i look up into the night sky

and i see

the blackness

but it isn't so black

and i see

tiny dots of not-black too

i try to see diamonds on velvet

or fireflies

or silver

or a world unimaginable

but all i see

is little dots of not-black

on a not-black canvas

tell me please

where is the man

who lives in the moon?

where do you see him?

i believe

he must be out

because he is not there

where are the animals

made up of stars?

they must be with the moon-man,

because they are not there either

i do not see them

even though the diamonds

are actually just pinpricks

even though the darkness

is not so dark at all

even though the moon-man

and his animals and children

are not there

i still look up at night

i still admire the inky blue

i still try to count the not-black dots

i still love the sky

even though it isn't what you see

it's there for me.

Also posted under the user @bubblesngiggles on Wattpad in the collection entitled "Bits and Pieces". Please do not repost without credits!

[haraharubangtan-blog]

Some of our hearts revolve around us our whole lives, while others simply lose their grip and let theirs’ slip away.

-a.h.

[haraharubangtan-blog]

They tell us we’re different in such a way it sounds revolting to the unperceptive ear, but they’re only ever scared of things they cannot understand. They’re duplicates in a world that takes polarity to evolve. So be yourself, love yourself.

-a.h.

[haraharubangtan-blog]

everything is everything.

Everything in life is the estimate of the calm before the storm.

-a.h.

[haraharubangtan-blog]

a*f*t*b*

The change was all for the best. I began to see people around me as they truly were, and whether that was good or bad, I don’t know. It was still all the for the best.

-a.h.