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Me & my thirst

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"Smiling for me"

I wish I could mimic the crescent moon,

I wish I could live in Lana's song forever,

Hoping the high would cure my body's rising temperature.

Hoping the moon, will take its mercy on me,

And tell me, that I indeed have sevgilim.

I wish I could be like other faces, smiling and laughing,

As in the angels, themselves descended to play harp for them.

I wish, I didn't needed phony happiness,

Packed up in bullet size, piercing my brain.

I wish my heart worked well enough,

To give me the love, I deserve.

I think I am greedy,

I want more, of everything,

Drain them of everything they have,

Is this why they abandon me,

Or is it my brain, always talking,

Wishing me a life of nightmares and no moon.

I hope I come back one day,

To tell you, I still breathe,

That I have changed,

That I no longer get chased by the dawn,

Instead I wake up to it, smiling,

Letting the light paint on my skin.

-Rinsuki

(kindly note this is my original work and don't copy it. Although reposts of the original post are appreciated a lot:)

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even the sun sets alone

there’s still a little romance left in me, my childlike heart struggles, with this reoccurring lack of poetry. the desire to say something -anything  swept away in the moment, -closing like a fist. _

morning edged curtains -of hope,  withholding the light. where i’ve gone astray, into evenings,  cold beneath this sun, withering on the vine.

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Can you?

Can you make me feel,

What these bundles of pages make me?

Can your smell, drive me crazy,

Like these baked golden sheets?

Can you ignite the fire of emotions,

From misery to eternal happiness,

Like these words do?

Can you touch my soul,

Within my wounded body,

And still, leave me sinfully pure?

Can you leave a never ending mark, within

this drenched heart?

And live within me,

Till we count all the stars in the galaxy?

- Rinsuki

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(kindly note this is my original work and don't copy it. Although reposts of the original post is appreciated a lot:)

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Want to go out for a coffee?? NAH.

Take me out for a bacchanal.

hey girl, um, we were having a bacchanal and we kinda tore your boyfriend to shreds. yeah, ripped his head clean off. sorry about that :/

#the bacchae #greek theatre #greek tragedy #the secret history #classics #dionysos #classical studies #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark acadamia quotes #henry winter #tagamemnon #euripides #booksbooksbooks #donna tartt

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Patti Smith, from “Year of the Monkey”

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"I felt empty,

I baked,

now I am full of warmth."

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It might be the bitterness of the coffee,

which i crave,

as it resonates with my soul,

sour and strong,

addictive enough to make me want more,

and more.

-Rinsuki

( i love coffee, wbu? )

Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee?

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The turning

I choose a road,

Haphazardly, I choose the road, to escape.

For the road less travelled by doesn't exist in here.

Without destination, I wander,

Wander deep into the wet woods and near the rivers.

The drizzle turned into a rainstorm,

River turned into flood.

Still, I wander, into the deep,

The never ending journey keeps on going.

For every traveler meets the end,

Whether his or the road's.

The echoes live in my mind,

With greater knowledge comes greater sorrow.

I walked along knowing it, living it.

I know the end, is to become a rat,

A rat for my master.

Yet still, I bleed,

Bleed for the title.

-Rinsuki

(kindly note this is my original work and don't copy it. Although reposts of the original post is appreciated a lot:)

context of the poem: the poem is about the race, we all are expected to win, or atleast to complete it . The race to earn a title to live in this sophisticated human world. We all live in a similar way. We are born, study, earn money, save for kids, and then perish. But do we enjoy it ? Only some of us realise that this is a never ending loop. A rat race to be precise. We are rats for powerful people. We move as they say. Yet we still enter into it, knowing our future. My poem questions the very idea for it. Why do we work so hard for such thing. It questions the trendy hustle culture. Why cant we live through it?

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What is a dream? I wonder often. Do I need one? Can I survivelive without it? Am I the only one with a lost way? Or perhaps, I have reached a dead end. I wonder, what to do, often. But, my body is numb, unlike my brain, which never stops thinking. Have I grown tired of everything too early? Or, is it, that I have aged fast perhaps? My mind, wants a dream, to clung my soul, to devote myself, to tire my body out. But how to find one? How to choose one, when I have forgotten my way, even before starting it?

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What is reality? I always wondered. Facts, truth, situations and knowledge were all different for all of us. Then how come our reality is same? Is reality truth or just an illusion to cover our tainted faith? I wonder.

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Am I not worthy of living, yet alone loving? Is my existence so lewd, you cease to accept it? Am I too ugly, that the oceanic blue butterflies, die in your stomach? Does my voice makes you gag on the lively scented air? Does my thoughts, arouses your anger? Am I so unworthy of being accepted?

I try, I do try my best, to make you happy and proud. Every part of my body aches to see, the cure of all my illness, your smile.

But, how? When you don't even accept my existence.

I cry every night, by my crooked wooden window, seeing the pretty little twinkling stars. Wondering if I, myself, could twinkle like them. I suffocate myself in pillow, to refrain my wretched sounds.

I am sorry.

Please accept me the way I am, I maybe your child, the carrier of your bloodline. But it's only part of me, not the whole me. I am different from others. I think in different realms, see varied sceneries and listen other voices. I can never be you, much less like you.

I wonder, if you will ever accept me the way I am, love me for myself and let me bath in your affections.

It's too tiresome, out there, all alone, with glossy eyes, too tiredly hazy to see anthing.

Could you hold my hand?

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mood.

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟸𝟶, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

#all day #every day #the same shit

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Giovanni Strazza, “The Veiled Virgin”.

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"I suffer because I read. The joy is too much for my poor heart to bear. The longing is too much for one mere life."

-Rinsuki

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when dostoyevsky said your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing and when shakespeare said this above all: to thine own self be true

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This feeling is so intense, to leave things and mind behind. To live in the despair of the true heart. To never look back again, with eyes of happiness. To lay in sheets of misery and be consumed by it.

Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka