notawisewriter
notawisewriter
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notawisewriter · 2 months ago
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i // am statuesque. no colour & grotesque. i am art, i tell myself. i am worthy to be looked at, especially this way. this is love. this is love. this is —
— Lahraeb Munir, from "mother medusa," published in Pigeon Publishing
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notawisewriter · 6 months ago
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there's peace in stagnation. there's beauty in abandonment. things left like they were frozen in time. collecting dust. left midway. a car parked outside one last time. a book left open on a desk. trees rustling, air breezing through broken glasses and empty corridors. drawers filled with memorabilia. someone who's no longer alive still smiles in the picture by the windowsill. hums echo through the kitchen. still water that used to ripple.
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notawisewriter · 7 months ago
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My wasted potential lies a puddle at my feet, muddy and rotten.
I sip at the dirt in hopes it'll wash away the rust in my bones and revive a burnt out soul—I only poison myself further.
My mind is a long-forgotten battlefield: scarred and crusted blood, my childhood self with a bleeding cut.
This tightrope of perfection is no longer mine to maintain,
My hands are bruised, my feet maimed, my clothes crimson stained.
My tries lie untouched on God's silver platter,
He twirls them between his golden fingertips,
yet lets the wind dust them down;
A rotten carcass of torn wings
makes no sound as it falls to depths, and my dreams shatter.
The sword I perfected for myself in hopes to never use now dangles precariously over my neck.
I say goodbye to all I never was, all I could never be, and all I burnt for.
No applause rings as curtains fall, just as my final sin, in bold letters, paints my name on the wall.
(sorry for the half-assed performance, it was all I ever was)
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notawisewriter · 8 months ago
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notawisewriter · 8 months ago
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notawisewriter · 1 year ago
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I wanna post the whole poem.
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notawisewriter · 1 year ago
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Should I post the entire poem?
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notawisewriter · 1 year ago
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[Ode to the fallen, failing hearts] —notawisewriter
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notawisewriter · 1 year ago
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"The men start wars yet Troy hates Helen"
Beautiful.
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notawisewriter · 1 year ago
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people are calling what happened today in gaza “the flour massacre”
the flour massacre
these people just wanted to get food for their families, something as basic as flour, one of the things that the very core of humanity is built on, and israel used it as a trap to murder them in cold blood
evil is not enough of a word. there is not a word to describe what they are doing to palestine. they are bleeding her out, they are torturing her and crushing her and hoping that nothing is left to remember her by when they are done. how can anyone stand and watch what is being done with indifference? how can you watch this level of human suffering, this crime against life and feel nothing, do nothing
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notawisewriter · 1 year ago
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"B-but Palestinians can get their freedom with peace not violence 🥺🥺" no. Screw your feelings. The armed resistance against colonizers and murderers is what will give Palestinians their freedom and what will eventually achieve real peace.
An enemy that bombs and uses white phosphorus against civilians doesn't know nor practice what your broken moral compass describes as "peace". Freedom was proven throughout history not to be achieved through kneeling and asking the oppressor to kindly stop. Freedom needs to be taken by force. Your little Utopian way of thinking doesn't work in the real world. Your feelings don't matter because you're not the one living under occupation. Your feelings don't matter because you're not one of the thousands of children who lost their limbs. You're not one of the children who became orphans due to this genocide. You're not the mother who lost her child to the carpet bombing. You're not the father carrying the remains of your child in plastic bags. You're not the newlywed woman who lost her husband. You're not the one at risk of either getting killed any second or losing your loved ones in the blink of an eye!
"Peace" is not really a thing you see during a live ethnic cleansing!
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notawisewriter · 2 years ago
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[Tides rise, they drown you]- notawisewriter
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notawisewriter · 2 years ago
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Been experimenting with my poems, don't know if they're worth it or not.
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notawisewriter · 2 years ago
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[ghost in the walls]: notawisewriter
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notawisewriter · 2 years ago
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[treat me as you'd treat a tree]: notawisewriter
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notawisewriter · 2 years ago
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[Gravestones and Last words]: notawisewriter
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notawisewriter · 2 years ago
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[An ode to my grandfather]: notawisewriter
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