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[kihc-zya]

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1. Im a HUGE F1 fan, like i will discuss it with anyone and everyone not matter whether they themseleves like it or not.

2. I have a minor obsession with like, (idk if theres a specific word for it) but stuff like crocheting, knitting, embroidery, cross stitching. I have/wanna learn ALL of them.

3. Writing poetry really started as a joke, my [someone i know] wrote a poetry book and i just wanted to show them i could do it as well... ended up loving it, aand here we are! (Also go look at the book 'IDK yet' by Muhammad Omer)

Any way thats me!

#Kihc's rants

[kihc-zya]

There is milk in the pot, a cloud of steam above and flickering flames below — small bubbles rising up to the surface as fumbling fingers press into a well-worn dial, twisting until blue turns to red, red to orange, and orange to nothing else.

 There are two cups lining the counter-top, a teaspoon of coffee in each, and in the surrounding only one heart beats — a steady thumpthumthumpthump that remains ignored as shaking hands slowly tip boiling liquid into both mugs. The green one fills to the brim, and the red has enough. 

There is a clock ticking somewhere, a minute passing each second and only one plate in sight — the heat is disappearing now, an erratic noise making itself known as both cups remain untouched, side by side.

I wonder about the meaning of love sometimes; how it must feel. My hands cradle a half-empty cup i have not sipped from, it's warmth long gone. There is another one on the counter beside me — top covered by glass and i would hold it, cradle it to my chest and transfer the small heat of my body to it — but it is burning and it is heavy and my fingers have blisters and tremors they did not have before. 

I wonder about the meaning of love sometimes, a freezing half-empty cup in my hand, a warm, full one right next to me, and my heart aches so beautifully in my chest as slender fingers reach out to grab it, smooth skin only standing out more against the pastel green of the handle.

I wonder about the meaning of love sometimes, a mouthful of cold coffee wrapping itself around my tongue, the serene sound of two synchronised beats as they float and skip and loop into each other.

 I have never tasted anything warmer.

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[kihc-zya]

I am 10. I ask my dad to write down his letters on a piece of paper I thrust into his face. He looks at me oddly, he complies. I am 10. And my hands ache and my fingers are sore, and the page has torn and ripped, yet I continue. My pencil has started to shake, it's lead has long blunted, and a fresh shaving of graphite covers the faded one beneath it, the once sharp curve of the 'B' disappearing under the layers atop it. I am 10. And I wish my dad shared more than just blood with me.

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[kihc-zya]

When, suddenly, I have no motivation for anything. When, suddenly, I want to climb into my bed and bury myself underneath my anxiety. When, suddenly, I never want to wake up again. When, suddenly, academic validation is all I want. When, suddenly, I am too tired to pick up my pen. When, suddenly, I start losing weight. When, suddenly, my friends wrap their fingers around my wrist and gush about how small I've gotten. When, suddenly, my throat aches with every breath. When, suddenly, there are cracks on my skin that I can't explain. When, suddenly, I'm not survivng anymore.

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[kihc-zya]

I feel the most poetic witnessing someone elses sadness. Someone else's loss. I do not know why. But my tears drip more freely then . My hand shakes less. my pen writes more. Maybe it is the fact that their misery seems to add a glow to them. A light. A beauty that not even time, with all of its slow decomposition, can fabricate. Maybe it is that. Or maybe it is their iron will, their burning heart, that makes it all so ethereal. My misery is nothing like this. Why? Why? Whywhywhywhy- my misery is a poison i inject into myself everyday, my misery is a shadow that takes my body's form, my misery is neither dark nor light. It does not glow. It does not burn. My misery is grey, ashen. It is my heart, with its crumbling arteries. It is my mind, with its disconnecting nerves. My misery doesn't seem poetic to me. 

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[kihc-zya]

I am lost here,

In this land i call home.

My feet burn and blister from the sand they walk over;

My mouth twinges and stings from the air it swallows;

My body spasms and twitches from the heat it withstands,

And I realise once more:

I was not made for this.

For where is the subtle brush of grass that should greet my every step?

Where is the smoke my lungs were made to breath?

Where are the monsoons that should shower my skin?

Where are they?

I am growing desperate, now.

Each day a new petal falls off me,

A thorn growing in its place,

And I find I am more cactus than jasmine today.

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[kihc-zya]

My lord, 

Why do you do this? 

Why must i burn in the flames of my fathers sins, 

While he stands by my ashes

And prays for more light. 

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[kihc-zya]

My mother’s sadness is an ocean above me.

It is a murky sea i walk into each morning,

A little bit of my body disappearing with every step,

Until i am unable to tell where i end and where this tsunami begins.

Now, i open my mouth

— just a little wider than yesterday —

And i force the saltwater down my throat.

My lungs expand, they burn

— just a little bit more than yesterday —

And the raging waves become slow tides.

They roll over me soothingly

As my body sinks to the sea floor once more.

Tomorrow, i wake up.

My mother’s ocean is no longer there.

Yet,

My lungs ache,

They throb,

As a saline flood pushes against them.

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[kihc-zya]

And I stare at a sky which has turned into a graveyard. And I cry as a new star appears because another child has died tonight. And I mourn for the constellations that remain incomplete. For one of them is alive. But isn't that worse? And I watch shooting stars search for their place, their country, yet there is no sky there for them to travel to. Just smoke. And fire. And a hell my God didn't make. And I watch from my screen as a world disappears. And I see its citizens begging to be heard. And then I see the rest of us. And I watch as we stuff cotton in our ears. 

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[kihc-zya]

Sent an email to tumblr and they cant do anything.

Im going to sleep everyone. Im just gonna deal with this shit in the morning.

#Kihc's rants

[kihc-zya]

No bc someone please tell me how to get everything back

This was literally my life

GUYS MY BLOG JUST RESTARTED ITSELF EVETYTING IS GONE ALL MY POEMS MY LIKES MY MUTUALS MY PAGE WHAT DO O DO

Im going to cry😭😭

#Kihc's rants

[kihc-zya]

GUYS MY BLOG JUST RESTARTED ITSELF EVETYTING IS GONE ALL MY POEMS MY LIKES MY MUTUALS MY PAGE WHAT DO O DO

Im going to cry😭😭

#Kihc's rants