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Remember
I still remember,
Remember your hands
How they felt around my neck
Stifled me, stole my breath
I still remember,
Remember your eyes
And their dreadful effect
In them I confronted death 
I still remember, 
Remember your mouth
A snarling and foaming smile
Loving the power complex
I still remember,
Remember what you spout
Excuses to do the vile 
Your sins, you did project
I still remember,
Remember that night
Alcoholic in denial
Blacked out, pain architect 
You’re so fucking good at it 
Good at drinking ‘till you forget
I remember,
Remember everything
A painful curse of sobriety 
-BB Bunny
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poettrista · 2 months
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Starfall
The night sky, a canvas of darkness
Augmented with counterfeit diamonds, shimmering
There is nothing more beautiful
Than the star-studded eyes
That gaze up in wonder and awe
Starlight shining on spiderwebs
Casting intricate patterns of light
Creating a celestial dance
That captivates the soul
And fills the heart with longing
But as the stars begin to fall
Their light fading and dimming
Reality warps and shatters
Like a mirror reflecting
A fractured, distorted world
The fireflies emerge
From the ashes of the fallen stars
Their glow casting an eerie light
As the night sky fades
Into a haunting, empty void
The beauty of the night
Is replaced by a darkness
That consumes and devours
Leaving only whispers
Of a once brilliant sky
And in the silence
The echoes of lost stars
Whisper of a time
When the night sky
Was filled with magic and wonder
But now, all that remains
Is a void of emptiness
Where the stars once shone
And the fireflies danced
In a world forever lost
As the stars fell and turned to ash
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lyricspoetrylife · 6 days
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why can’t things happen the way I picture it in my head? it’s eating me up inside, like how ants devour a cake at a picnic.
are you thinking about me right now? I don’t know how much longer I can take having this brain anymore. It creates scenarios in my head that just aren’t real yet…
the butterflies that erupt in my stomach whenever I see you are endless and I don’t know if I like it.
these butterflies feel like they are flying into my ears and itching my brain, chaotic but exciting.
no one understands this brain, this brain has always been too much for the world. But when I speak to you, I don’t feel this is the case anymore. I feel like I can truly be me, I’ve never felt like I could ever be myself before…
being me has never been good enough to anyone else…
being me always makes everyone hate me, but with you it’s different.
~ LJ
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reyofsunshne · 21 days
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"Lost Skills, Lost Workers" (2024)
poem by R.J.C.
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andileighwrites · 1 month
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Shop Sale!
I'm having another sale in my shop! Get any PDF ebook or printable bookmark pack and save 10% when you use the code SAVE10. Offer expires Saturday March 30.
Get your digital copy of my latest poetry collection I Can Picture the Ghosts Here, now $5.85 with the discount!
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hotwraithbones · 1 year
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My latest full-length book, In Residuum, arrives February 20th from Kith Books! 💜 For those who like discounts, pre-orders are open RIGHT NOW! Meow ⬅️ (preorder link)
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In Residuum is a collection of texts built from the frantically gathered residue of thoughts, drafts, literature, lost family history, the darkness and emptiness that tend to replace suppressed memories, and incomplete experiences. Together, these are all cultivated as a way of drawing the metaphysical and abstract from a number of writings, and letting the rest -- a faded mass -- slowly fall away. In this are truths -- some personal, some general -- otherwise invisible to the naked human eye. Moreover, in its visual elements and weaving of metatext, shadowtext, and blatant lack of regard for chronology or order, this is a book that can be read differently by each person no matter how many times they read it through.
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{FEATURED POEM "[im]mortal decline" 1st Published in warning lines magazine Volume 04: OTHERWORLDS
An examination of colonization, classic, Renaissance, and medieval European texts, the role of ancient languages (Sanskrit and Pankrit) in religion, prayer, family, and modern poetics, C-PTSD, psychosis, mental illness, sexual, domestic, emotional, mental, and physical abuse trauma, intergenerational trauma, sexuality, gender, patriarchy, culture, ancestry, and 4D spaces, In Residuum is an encapsulation of countless items and ideas forged together in an attempt to create something greater and stronger -- something honest and potentially hopeful. The pieces are all fractured and mismatched, just as mine are, but all the same, even in all the ways they grind and splinter against each other, this messiness and chaos works together among, within, between, and around itself to form something somewhat whole. In other words, this book is my humble attempt at the portrait of a survivor. In it, I use my rawest, most vulnerable, most sabotaged, and most slaughtered self for reference.
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"Specializing in badass hybrid work and subversion of western literary expectations, Ami J. Sanghvi continues to utilize language as an artistic medium with In Residuum. Technological word processors may "insist all [their] words are wrong, but there is always something invigorating about Sanghvi’s work that Microsoft Word could never possibly hope to understand, as well as a perpetually unerring sense of both aesthetics and poetics."

— nat raum, eic of fifth wheel press and author of the fine line + you stupid slut
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Snag your copy while supplies last!
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gutslutpress · 1 year
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“An Ode to Darkness” — from Melanin: Black by Dre Hill (Gutslut Press ‘22) 
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An Ode to Darkness: In the shadow of the void, that was the universe, was the light of life born. It poured out of the gate of the woman covered in the dark, exploding into a series of stars and planets across a blank canvas. Rocks shattered and merged, rolling, and molding together. The cosmos spiraled and kissed her neck. Like the sun, she watched over the formation of the Earth, blowing the breath of her life into its soil. From the dirt and mud sprang the first woman, molded like clay, in the likeness of she who is darkness. From her loins she grew the first man. It was a tedious and arduous process. She raised her hands to the sky, locking her fingers with the woman clothed in the cosmos. Together they knead the Earth and birthed the first continent, Africa. This is the ode to darkness. The spiritual song rooted in the depths of humanity, connecting the light that is black, with the darkness that is white. This is the story, of herstory, the birth of all peoples from the original woman. This is the balance of nature, the dispelling of chaos with order, and the immortalization of the black body.
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Word Quote Game
Here’s an idea
Send me an ask with a word, and I’ll answer with a quote from my WIP that contains that word. If my WIP doesn’t have it, I’ll send a quote from a previous work
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daisyxpoetry · 1 year
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From my book Dandelion in the Desert
Available on @amazon and Barnes and Noble online.
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amoderndemise · 2 years
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Find Me on Instagram, where I post frequently!
@s.l.b.rambling
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poettrista · 3 months
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Aeternitas
I can never be
Your sharpened sword
Or gleaming shield
But I am the poisoned dagger
You keep hidden beneath your pillow
And never will I yield
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lyricspoetrylife · 10 hours
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I know the world tries to paint me as a villain. But no matter how much they paint me with red demon eyes and a blood stained evil smile, I know in my soul I am deeply and truly a princess, with good intentions and a heart of pure gold…
~ @whoislizziejean
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danalockhart411 · 2 days
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I don't want too-good-to-be-true love,
Only give me that happily-ever-after love.
Enjoyed this excerpt? Get the whole poetry collection, In the Deluge, on Amazon free until April 30:
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hotwraithbones · 1 year
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“Multiplaning”: Digital Art (2022) by Ami J. Sanghvi (@HotWraithBones)—Published in The Cutbow Quarterly, Issue 2
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Welcome to 2023! It's a new year, and with it comes a new edition of Quiet Writers. The aim of the Quiet Writers projects is to help new and less-known writers get their work into the world. Submissions for our March release are now open until mid-February. The theme for this edition is "hope". As always, the theme is open to interpretation, use it in whatever way you see fit. Feel free to shoot me any further questions. Further information regarding this can be found on Wordpress (as linked) or Twitter (quietwriters)
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daisyxpoetry · 1 year
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