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#free gaza #poetry #palestine cinema #free palestine #palestine poetry #fleurentcue

[ankasha99]

just one of the days when I couldn’t feel anyone’s heart pointed even in my direction, let alone loving me or wanting me to be around #Thoughts #Darkacademia #Darkacademia #Darkestacademia #academia #academiaaesthetic #quotes #quotestagram #fleurentcue #darkacademiaaesthetic #darkacademiafashion #darkacademiavibes #darkacademiastyle #darkacademiabooks #bookstagram #books #writer #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #readersofinstagram #reader #lightacademia #lightacademiaaesthetic #romanticism #literaturememes #literature https://www.instagram.com/p/CSliWZ9pFsW/?utm_medium=tumblr

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[poetrybyzaynab]

when richard siken said, “tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us” and when sheh said, “i promise. and you laugh. and light a cigarette. it’s august, after all. it melts us all” and when starrythoughtts said, “love is two houses from grief …” and when maaza zafar said, “but how more wrong could i get in life?” and when 4piuto said, “i’m trying so hard to love you in a way that’s not criminal” and when fleurentcue said, “how cruel is the act of missing someone. when you know that there’s a huge world of separation in your hearts now. you can’t watch them different, and you keep all your thoughts in a plastic bag and then you wait” and when wingedwords said “i thought i could do it. i thought i could choose love and live” and when unamusedkarachite said, “i miss her as she is. as she could have been” and when memoona maheen said, “to find a person with the same warmth as yours” and when ahisa patel said, “be careful, i might just send you a poem i have been writing about you” and when versesbyelsa said, “i want someone to tell me that i’m forgiven and i want that someone to be you” and when ocean vuong said, “i’m breaking us apart again so i might carry us somewhere else, where exactly, i am not sure.”

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fleurentcue, spirals

#poetry #writing #writers on tumblr #fleurentcue #dark academia aesthetic

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someday i’ll love kabeer, fleurentcue

#writers on tumblr #poetry #writing #queue #ocean vuong #someday ill love ovean vuong #fleurentcue

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fleurentcue, memory card

#writing #fleurentcue #substack #poetry

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fleurentcue, i am not afraid i was born to do this

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fleurentcue, letters to you

#poetry

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i stand in front of you but more closer than you, are guns pointing to my heart. / my mouth holds up roses, with thorns unseen to any eye; & only your lips had once witnessed its buried glory. / how the blood that seeps out tasted like oranges of your land. your oranges, which grow in your fields, where my grandfather buried its seeds. it's your land now. and i am simply someone who can hold its taste on my tongue, and yet never afford it. / the autumn breeze that ambled around our breaths entombing all my worries around my throat, no longer trespasses the honeycomb in your eyes / i suffocate here, of this terrifyingly hopeful spring, these angelic cornices of Jerusalem where we roamed at night, these media cards, and every grenade shell in your waistbag. / i am envious of the air that floats through your lands, & also of your silence, when i ask if it can float here too. / your silence which is meaningless for now, because we are too early in history to remember you for white phosphorus. / tell your leaders, that they might have stolen so many dreams of my youth, but i have stolen an orange whose branches crossed its lines. tell them how you can stutter so many reasons to love me, and i can only tell you of how these become reasons for me to never fall in love again. / for love in my language meant you had to sacrifice your life to 60 words. Ichk, Wajd, Huyem... words from which I had to untangle you, one by one, when you can only lend me one word from your colonial vocabulary. the same word you would use for both mahmoud and massacre. / walking past ramallah, i heard the rumor and it was true, I cannot afford the oranges that were once of my lands, the way i could afford holding your grief hostage. if it was a matter of affording, i would convince all my traditions to leave all the fields to you. but i wont. / you were the orange which hung to my backyard, which i had stolen. which i had stolen from the tree that grows behind the border.

in the dire dust of jenin, as the blood overcasts the boastful crawl of military tanks / i dance infront of the soldiers with roses in my mouth. / in the dire dust of jenin, i was not trembling of the rifles destined towards me, / but of you standing with them looking so ordinary into my eyes. / i stand infront of you / but more closer than you, are guns pointing to my heart.

fleurentcue, rita and the rifle

#poetry #palestine #free palestine #mahmoud darwish

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fleurentcue, on heaviness of living

#spilled ink #writing

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fleurentcue, letters to you

#poetry #writing

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fleurentcue, On Home and Reading Ocean Vuong in New Delhi

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fleurentcue , i hear your name in every conversation

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