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[thoughtsofirii]

Emerging poets 2018

Hello lovelies! I'm not sure how many of you know that I was published in a poetry book last year for the second year in a row! Well now I'm able to make some commission off that book and would love if you guys could support! I only have one poem in there but there are (I believe) hundreds of other talented poets in there as well! use this link in order for me to get commissioned! I’m out of a job right now and trying to make some extra cash while searching for a job so I’d really appreciate anything! Thanks in advance!!!! <3 http://www.zpublishinghouse.com?rfsn=2163927.0c2ea (The book is called EMERGING POETS OF CALIFORNIA 2018)

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1 and 7!! For your last ask thingy

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?Lately: Linkin Park - By MyselfLinkin Park - ForgottenSlipknot - PurityRHCP - Deep KickJane’s Addiction - Stop! Tool - Third Eye

7: What’s your strangest talent?Seeing colours and numbers listening to music

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Impromptu photo shoot with the roommate. When the writing is lacking the camera is in full force. Iri.i

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I want to sip your essence, breathe you in Drown in your words And melt under your touch

-Iri.i April 25 2017

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:000 I love you guys. Thank you <3 And welcome!!!! :) -Iri.i June 6 2017

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I can’t wait till our free flying flecks of hair dance in the wind that whips through the window of the fast moving car we’re in. Lips forming the words of each melody playing through the speakers, bass throbbing in our ears, fingers drumming on the dashboard, feet tapping to the beat. We only have a clear road in our way on this beautiful sunny day, fields of green lining up on each side, clouds scattered in the sky. There’s nothing better than you and me, getting lost in the road, getting lost in each other, getting lost in the world

-road-trip

iri.i

April 5 2017

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Maybe

Maybe it’s my past Maybe it’s being touched by trespassers of my consent it’s being eaten alive by someone’s eyes- someone 5 times my size. Maybe it’s being left behind in strangers’ houses  crying my eyes out at night (while you’re out having a good time) just being a mere responsibility thrown around from hand to hand, from house to house. My tears meant nothing My screams  were childish That heaving in my chest was just me being dramatic. Maybe That’s why I’m so fucked up Much less than I ought to be but still enough to never stop craving attention to never stop craving affection no matter how much I already have. Maybe that’s why swallow my words and suck up my tears because my problems aren’t big enough because I need to be tough. I don’t want to be dramatic because “I’m a big girl”... I know my past does not define my future, but maybe it explains the state I’m in.

-iri.i ©

March 24 2017

[thoughtsofirii]

been going through a bit of writer’s block.. on top of being sick and super busy. Not going to be posting as much this week or might just post some old poetry hidden in my notes :) 

hope you guys are doing good :)

xoxo

-iri.i April 10 2017