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[prasannawrites]

A Writing Project: THE BOOK OF STRANGERS

Tell me your story and I’ll write you a poem or prose piece that will be included in my upcoming writing collection.

Tell me about the happiest version of yourself, your heartbreaks, the person you can’t stop thinking about, the most beautiful sunset you’ve ever seen, the day you realised you were right where you wanted to be, that moment in your life that you keep going back to in your head. Tell me about how it plays on a loop. About how you keep interpreting, reinterpreting, and misinterpreting all the things he said. About how you keep remembering and misremembering how she looked like in her favorite spring dress. Tell me what’s on your mind; what’s in your heart. The things you cannot tell anyone else. Tell me the things you desperately want to forget, but can’t.

Submissions will be accepted until the 31st of March 2024.

You may choose to be anonymous, or include an alias that I’ll cite to credit your story.

- MJL

[prasannawrites]

A Writing Project: THE BOOK OF STRANGERS

Tell me your story and I’ll write you a poem or prose piece that will be included in my upcoming writing collection.

Tell me about the happiest version of yourself, your heartbreaks, the person you can’t stop thinking about, the most beautiful sunset you’ve ever seen, the day you realised you were right where you wanted to be, that moment in your life that you keep going back to in your head. Tell me about how it plays on a loop. About how you keep interpreting, reinterpreting, and misinterpreting all the things he said. About how you keep remembering and misremembering how she looked like in her favorite spring dress. Tell me what’s on your mind; what’s in your heart. The things you cannot tell anyone else. Tell me the things you desperately want to forget, but can’t.

Submissions will be accepted until the 31st of March 2024.

You may choose to be anonymous, or include an alias that I’ll cite to credit your story.

- MJL

[prasannawrites]

for @nosebleedclub's jan 4 2024 prompt thin light.

a liturgy of light resides in the iridescent shade of amber

your eyes take on—I'll admit to the serial sins of stealing a

gaze or two. I know them intimately, they haunt me so

in dreams. and when the sun drapes you in turmeric light, I can

think of no feast greater for my eyes. sometime after dawn,

in the haze of the thin light of a midwinter morning, when

I'm convinced all light has lineage to you, I cannot help

but wonder how everything becomes an act of worship for you.

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for @nosebleedclub jan 3rd 2024 prompt.

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for @nosebleedclub jan 2, 2024 prompt.

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for @nosebleedclub jan 1, 2024 prompt.

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hey, I love your works! this is a random question, but are you Indian?

Thank you! I'm Eelam Tamil, born and raised in Canada though :)

#asks #anon

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before i sleep.

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you commit the unspeakable. text under cut.

In the stillness of the sodium-orange halation from the overgrown street-lamp,  

you tell me it was only for the hunger—you wanted to be satiated on love,

                        to sleep with a full belly on a warm bed on a crisp autumn night,

                        with no recollection of the bodies in the next room over. You’ll dispose

                        of them tomorrow, in the silence of the hours before daybreak.

            I think—I’ve loved you for a lifetime too long, I gather the wine-glasses,

                        do the dishes, and sneak out through the back window, before you get

                                    a chance to do so in the morning.

You worry that you’re weightless, you miss meals unintentionally,

you’re terrified that you’d be crushed

if you tried to carry the weight of my name.

                                    I promise you—the leaves of a sycamore anchor you in a way I cannot.

                                                You consume love in small doses—clever mouse eating

                                                            peanut butter off the mousetrap without setting it off,

                                                                        this too, you elevate into an art-form.

You once asked ‘and how do you love?’,

                        like this—cleaning the bodies, carrying whatever remains of the memories,

                                    and saying nothing more.

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[prasannawrites]

EMOTIONAL BID FOR CONNECTION.

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[prasannawrites]

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

🤍 love you too anon

#asks #anonymous

[prasannawrites]

it’s been you, all my life. click for better quality.

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so it turns out, i still love you. click for better quality. transcript under cut. 

In gentle form, in rhythmic sway, in the year that’s still

pungent like freshly-cracked peppercorns, and hasn’t lost its

footing in a foot of snow—we stretch past language,

abandon our mouths to embalm the orange sodium

of streetlights & halation of warm orange bleeding

through barely-drawn curtains of houses, framed by

a staunchly blue sky. An endeavour in softness,

followed next by a quiet forgetting of ourselves,

all to burden ourselves with a new tongue, one yet

not impoverished by bitterness, still sweet with the

taste of newness—and oh lord, let it stay this way.

I still struggle with speech, as quaint as that sounds,

there is a small infinity of words I cannot reasonably

house in my mouth—are they too vast, or am I

limited to a diction that precludes affirming that

at the heart of it all, I too, am a beast of longing?

I have a tendency to put you at the root of my poems,

           all words spoken has a lineage to you, if I knew any better,

           I would say that you weren’t at the heart of this little life,

                       but I don’t—

                                   I do most things in excess, but not in loving you

                                               (how does one limit the ocean?)

                                                 Everything I do, is in worship of you.

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untenable under closer examination. click for better quality. transcript under cut.

you—an almost ache, almost wound, almost lover,

almost return to self, almost summer, almost a love letter,

almost it all.

           i think, i was spared of you; there is something insidious about you,

                       i am always left craving your words that carve me on the inside.

                                   you inadvertently teach me the parallels of

                                               grief & love / one cannot exist without the other,

                                            inosculated twins that only know of their own flesh.

          i love you in the strangest ways—if permitted, i would colour my blood

         in all your hues. i craft an inconspicuous religion in the impreciseness of

        your language; your pauses are ornate prayers waiting to be deciphered,

              and at the crux of it, your words are memories waiting to embody.

                                                                   i think, if you were a gentler god

             you would not leave me burning on the shores of myself, uncertain

                                                                             of everything except you.            

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love is a precursor. click for better quality. transcript under cut. 

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love bares its teeth at midnight. click for better quality.

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love is a precursor. click for better quality. transcript under cut. 

like a gentle breeze warmed by the sun,

           you pour over me in a steady stream, constantly.

                       i cannot escape you—not that an attempt will follow this poem,

                                   but you’ve subdued me in the most peculiar manner.

                                                                       you gave me room to dream.

                               it was then i found how close the proximity of grief is to love.

                                                                                      loving you is grieving you.

                                                                       i am swollen with your eulogy.

                                                  i carry you in a way atlas knows nothing about.

                                                 i love you in a way that’s inexplicable to others,

                                                                    outside of time and reason—you are,

                                                                                                           and i love.

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