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[myemotionaldumpaccount]

My red flag as a writer is that my inner critic loves to compare 🥲

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[rantings-at-dusk]

So I just listened to a podcast on Paradise Lost about the fall of Lucifer and humanity (on Spotify the channel is Literature and History) and basically I found an intriguing theme, among many. Lucifer was at the very core of his being, curious , he wondered why the Almighty was retreating to His mountain without ever telling them anything anymore, and why The Son of God surrounded himself in such mystery. He not only felt sidelined, but also wondered if he's sole purpose was to serve. He wanted more and was curious of what he could do and the lengths he could go and heights he could rise to. He was simply not satisfied with the way things had been since his creation, meant to serve the Almighty without question, blindly and devotedly. Despite his hubris, maniac ambition and unrelenting hunger for power, he was just curious this was the spark that ignited his fall.

Then I started thinking, how many instances in history have inventive and curious minds been punished? When great inventors and scientists went against the common way of thinking or challenged a certain belief, weren't they punished in one way or another?

Despite Lucifer Morningstar having his faults and errors, I can't help but relate to him and even feel some kind of... pity. Was he wrong to question his purpose? Was he wrong to want more than what he was told he was created for? Was he wrong to question the Almighty? Did he deserve such a harsh fate?

Share your thoughts.

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[lunajunctionvintage]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: 90s Vintage Round Eyeglasses NO Rx! For Costume Or Academia Fashion.

[theowlforestinn]

So I guess my aesthetic is wandering around the house with a pile of notebooks, devices, a pencil bag, and tea.

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[novembresque]

Smoking cigarettes and reading poetry in a cold windy rain, as if you were going to die tomorrow.

Novembre.

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[rantings-at-dusk]

“Darkness doesn’t need to be destroyed. We need the dark as much as we

need light. It makes us bold, as much as it makes us afraid.” She smiled.

“Darkness needs only to be tamed.”

“Tame me,” he said in desperation. Shadows bled from his fingers.

Marry me. Love me. Be with me.

“Be mine, wholly and utterly.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “What if I want you to be mine?”

“Fair gazelle, jewel of my soul, I was already yours. I’ve changed for you.

I’ve—”

“But I like you just the way you are,” she whispered. “Scarred, deadly,

and beautiful.”

These lines just refuse to leave my head and I am thriving on that.

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[rantings-at-dusk]

The whole kingdom: knowing Nasir as a shadow, seen but never heard .

The Zumra : knowing Nasir never says much, speaking only when he needs to

Nasir himself: I'm not very good with words, I don't know how to use them to say say what I feel.

Also Nasir: Zafira, habibti. Tame me Be mine, wholly and utterly. Fair gazelle, jewel of my soul, I was already yours. I’ve changed for you.

aaaaahhhhghhhhgg!!!!! I'm screaming how can he be this... this good!!!!!!

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[rantings-at-dusk]

To whom it may concern: from my past: from my present: from my future. Remember last night? Out on the balcony with a drink in your hand and a cigarette in mine? I wanted to say I love you, I felt it crawl from the deepest parts of me, with a scorching intensity that had me flushed and hot, making its way to my throat and then, it just stuck there. I watched you in the moonlight somehow you seemed all pale and eerie like a ghost from my past. For a fleeting moment I saw the shadow of all my past lovers through you, hovering over your skin like a delicate presence. I saw all the hearts I had craved to hold, all the memories of wavering and flattering desire. You see I have always wondered ,why do you keep leaving? As if the cage I've built for us with my obsessions and passions is not enough. Yet there you stood in my favourite robe, sipping my wine, listening to Mitski, my music that you had somehow come to like, and looking as fleeting and beautiful as ever. And I thought to myself, 'Does he know you are here? No. There's no need to ruin a wonderful night I'm not looking for a fight. You are here and that's all that matters.' Maybe that's why I didn't say those doomed words, for now you would truly leave me. Maybe I saw all of my past in you and decided to withhold, maybe I thought I'd scare you the same way I am horribly scared to admit to myself that I do love you. So I took a drag out of my cigarette, let the hot aching in my throat swirl away with the smoke into the silent night, and prayed that you would someday came to love me, That a time would come when you didn't just call on me at midnight in need of some relief and a means to escape your own thoughts, Or maybe a time when I would let go of you and stop needing you so desperately that I find it hard to breathe without you next me. Maybe a time, love. #poetinstagram #poetry #poets #writersofinstagram #writers #writeracademia #sapphic #queeracademia #romanticacademia #darkacademia #literatureacademia #literature Credit @typicalabdullah (at Fleeting Moments) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfEOcuxs8kH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[rantings-at-dusk]

Idk, what if I decided to do what I want and study things I just love and retreat to my haven of a garden with books to last me 10 lifetimes and slowly slip into the life that I've always dreamt of before I closed my eyes at night. Like what if I just dropped all these things that exhaust and drain me and just lay somewhere with my love, surrounded by flowers and never woke again. I mean what if?

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[rantings-at-dusk]

"I've never been truly loved and I don't think I've ever loved truly either." 'How is that? You write of love so profoundly, as if you have known Love in her most pure and raw form." I hold my tongue. How could I ever explain it, how could I tell you of the curse that has bound all Masters of the Arts. That we have been cursed with a deep longing so great it is that the barest touch of the fulfillment of this longing, we dig into it and make it a whole being of it's on form and breath. My longing of a curse has been to be fully touched, felt, understood and embraced at the very core of my being by another soul. Thus whenever a being offers me impressions of this kind of love I grow restless and rabbid. Like an addict deprived of their poison I crave and long, hence I go searching. In the deepest part of my heart I let the sliver of love build and let the dream pour into my lungs. From there on every cell in my form burns to life and I'm high. High from all that fire, a calling of some sort. It never lasts. I end up pouring out and bleeding onto my canvas. Just like any drug I end up spent and wasted. The masterpiece I call a poem; really it's another piece of my soul ,chipping away from all the falsehood. The muse I call love; just hot scalding desire and lust. I find myself in limbo. Wanting something, repeatedly chasing a high with the wrong person. There is never a way back. A realization I came to on my own. So we sit there in silence, with me unable to tell you, that I'm the biggest fraud you shall ever come to know. I hold your gaze and hope you don't see the fear and void that constantly swirls within the depths of my soul. For beloved, I don't think I'll ever be loved or by the heavens, come to love.. #poetinstagram #poets #poetry #writersofinstagram #writers #writeracademia #romanticacademia #classicacademia #queeracademia #sapphic #literatureacademia #darkacademia #literature https://www.instagram.com/p/CdEi_F_MPFp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[rantings-at-dusk]

- "Who hurt you?"- I think I have parts of me missing, I truly believe I have parts of myself that have been lost. I would like to imagine my being as a vase, that when I came into this world I was whole and undamaged. Then I started living, I started loving and wanting and giving, in childlike anticipation of being rewarded in the similar manner, With time my being, repeatedly broken, like a vase, started missing little bits. It's like when I found myself broken by the hands of another, they left me picking and stitching up parts of myself, only to find that they not only shattered me but also robbed me! With every person that I have loved and needed I have torn parts of me while letting them exist in me. Now I wonder, did I take pieces of them too? As I walked out of their lives, did I unwittingly depart with parts of them tucked away in parts of me? Maybe that is loving, giving and hoping to be given, there is no loving without sacrifice right? So when I am asked this question "Who hurt you?" I wonder how I'm supposed to answer this, how am I supposed to offer such brutal and blatant honesty? "I hurt myself, it was all me, I have broken parts of me, I have torn pieces of my soul, I have destroyed the fabric of my existence. All while loving and living." Am I expected to say this out loud? Would you? Do you have the courage? I don't believe I do. Hence nights like these, when I'm lost and trembling, I desperately dig into parts of myself trying to undo the chaos and destruction of my own making. And what is there left to do with incomplete pieces? Like a puzzle with missing pieces, it's horrifying and unsettling. To tear oneself apart, it is no wonder I have this niggling suspicion that I am losing my mind, maybe this is the last part of me that is truly whole, the only part of me that is yet to be carved out into little fragments.. #poetinstagram #poets #poetry #writersofinstagram #writers #writeracademia #romanticacademia #darkacademia #classicacademia #sapphic #queeracademia #literatureacademia #literature @pintrest https://www.instagram.com/p/CfPT_xZLeef/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[rantings-at-dusk]

Do you want to hear a story? There once was a lovely lass, she was lovely and she loved. So purely and so truly she did, she opened up her heart to anyone who was willing to stare down it's depths. Then one magical night, for spring was at its full bloom with the glorious moon at her zen, a stranger waltzed into her life. She fell in love, how tragic, with a total stranger, who was magnificent, who swept her off her feet, with just a chrysanthemum of the darkest of colors offered as a plea. A stranger who had the most beautiful of lips and bewitching of eyes, a stranger who possessed the most silver of tongues she ever knew of, with the wits of a viper, and the entrancing beauty of a god, for she wore moonlight like lingerie. Then the stranger took her gingerly by her hand, and led her away. The mysterious stranger danced all night with the lovely lass, never tiring, never faltering, never hesitating. And they waltzed to the music of twisted confessions of love and death. They tore each other apart with just eyes and words, like rusted daggers, ripping, tearing, revealing. They looked into the raging depths of each other's souls, without flinching, without turning an eye, as if they were familiar as if from a previous time they had once held each other. Under the watchful gaze of Selene, the wandering lovers truly lived. Thus when the lovely lass was so bewitched, a spell cast upon her, utterly and truly entranced so purely, the stranger ran, In her hand a white tulip. She left, just like she had come, like the thief she was. With the waking of Apollo, the stranger was long gone, as if whatever had transpired was forbidden in the piercing light, as if their haunted engulfing love, could never see the fierce light. And the lovely lass was left broken and aching with just a chrysanthemum, sweet memories and the intoxicating taste of her lover on her lips to hold on to. The tragedy, So torn she was that she lay on the earth, on the dew covered grass trampled by the dainty feet of a... ( Continued on next post) #poets#poetry#poetinstagram#writers#writersofinstagram #writeracademia#greekliterature#romanticacademia#darkacademia#classicacademia#queeracademia# https://www.instagram.com/p/CiIddmpMmjU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[rantings-at-dusk]

...the feet of a stranger who had fled, the beastly creatures of Tartarus at her heels, so she stained the ground a dark red watery mess. When Apollo kissed her cold lonely cheeks he found tears like a never ending river. She cried so wretchedly, oh how the poor pathetic thing did, and Apollo watched, and he shone down on her, at least to dry her sorrow away, but he couldn't. He's heart broke for her, along with the small birds of the dawn, who sang a sweet melody of heartache. The lovely lass lay there, mourning the loss of her moonlight lover, ready to let the moss grow over her and take claim of her body, her only remnant. For her soul and heart had already departed with a certain Cinderella, and Mother did, with the gentle whisperings of Persephone. She curled her gentle roots over the lovely lass' body, weaved her delicate flowers through her hair. Mother claimed her child, from dust she came, and to dust she shall return. And a pleasant garden of tulips and chrysanthemums of the most true and ancient of colors grew, where the lovely lass had lain. And if you listen, very carefully, every night, when Selene is at her glory, you will hear the wretched melody of twisted confessions of love and death, and you will see the two strange lovers, dancing in the moonlight, for the stranger did come back, and now they would never be parted, in an everlasting embrace. In the hand of each of the lovers lay a chrysanthemum and a tulip, both as beautiful as death and life, as pain and love clutched to each's heart. Selene would shine, as if, only for the two lovers, for the rest of eternal infinity. The end. #poets #poetry #poetinstagram #writeracademia #writersofinstagram #writers #greekliterature #romanticacademia #darkestacademia #classicacademia #queeracademia #literatureacademia@paradise_of_poem https://www.instagram.com/p/CiIdEses2RT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[myemotionaldumpaccount]

Would you read a poetry book with this dedication?

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[rantings-at-dusk]

I saw the way you looked at me with such revolution and loathing. I am a patchwork of all you hate and desire, you are the embodiment of what I fear becoming yet realize you're all that I'll ever be. We are reflections of each other mother.

- Alexandra Mwema

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[novembresque]

And We were two sad souls Sitting on the floor Smoking our tobacco Under the stars In the dark night Thinking about Why the world is so cruel?

Novembre, Jours Sombres.

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