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retrospective
I spent a few joyful seconds today
clambering over a brief, steep hill
avoiding with anxious twists of my feet
so many small beds of flowers,
minuscule and white
like winking stars,
like life rising from verdant water,
because I loved them and I wanted them to live.
when I sat down at the top of
that small incline
enthroned in dirt, happy in the earth,
I traced with anxious twists of my hands
that slim delicate irregular gridwork,
those minuscule white scars
that I pressed
with sure fingers
into my skin
seven long years ago
because I loved myself and I wanted to live.
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cruor
I’m newly
sweltering with love
for it,
that gore so
tenacious
and hardy with life,
so purple and vivid
and livid
with it.
rushing
through its conduits
syrup-sweet and viscid.
a fixed violet strain
neither stain nor contagion
but the very innermost
guts
of the thing—
the thick, dark,
sure roots of it.
the bits of it
that shoot and sprout.
the bits of it
I’ve tried to rout.
but blood will out.
and blood will out.
and blood will out
and out
and out.
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onus
I woke up today
in a mood for salvation
to feed my cactus
a thin
trickle
of water
like a fastidious
or a begrudging lover—
to leverage a steady
amassing of days
into something
that could be
counted and weighed,
impotent augury,
a quick, careful
ache.
I feel like
a bundle a railroad ties
that are ready
and itching
to be laid out
quite straight.
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waxwork
I used to
imagine
myself
more like the
match
than like the flame
my body
a candlewick
love a flicker
up my spine
consumable,
not wanting
I’ve changed,
I think
and am not now
so unresisting
but still
it would be
something
to be
consumed
and not found
wanting
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an Arabian sonnet
you might as well demand I stop the dew
as ask me to explain the heft and hue
of teeming life that chokes the water through—
that close, slow-budding love that grew for you
in mounding cowslips dripping in the gloom—
in reeds and rushes rustling up their plumes—
in fizzing tufts of green like algal blooms—
as sleepy as the downy crowns of mushrooms—
spore-flourishing with cap and stem and stalk—
ubiquitous and soft and white as chalk—
my body the marshland, my heart the loch
that bore you, host-like, as you blew. don’t fall
to reasoning love’s exuberant sprawl—
might as well ask life why it thrives at all!
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appetite
I know that there’s a full meal here
if I could just get my fingers in it—
already now I
halfway-feel it,
sticky with oil,
reeking of sweetness.
I know that there’s enough to sate me
if I could just get my tongue around it—
crack it open
like a yolk-glutted egg
and suck at its shell
‘til it yields me its juices.
there’s enough to slake desire in this
if I could once get in the thick of it.
I know that there’s a full meal here.
I’m deathly, sickly sure of it.
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forceless
there’s a devilish howl,
guttural chant
that would rise from my bowels
if it could—though it can’t!
there’s a wickedness waiting,
peculiar curse—
I would give fire to hating
if I durst, though I shan’t!
my tongue for
the mettle to spit out bile raw!
my kingdom for
the wherewithal to carry out my law!
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on losing a poem that I had just begun to write
the silly thing tottered off
when it was not yet fully formed!
it must have decided
that it liked itself rather better
as three quarters of a thought,
something that wasn’t quite
bound and finished off–
something entitled to scamper about
in its incompleteness
until it grew to a
mythological size.
that’ll teach you to trust
in the loyalty of things!
can’t even try to give something breath
lest it wander off
to spite you with its waywardness!
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au revoir
when you left me
you left
bits of yourself behind, too:
at least the things
that lived on in my mind
and at least the way
that we said goodbye.
every kiss is an
airtight exchange,
holy covenant,
breathless promise.
at least the way
that we kissed, that time.
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spell
you’ve bewitched me
so completely
that I listen closely
when we kiss
to see if I can’t hear or feel
an incantation
cross your lips
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influence
it must be nice
to know you’re wanted
oceans and oceans and oceans
away:
power given over to you
even though you’re so remote.
control given over to you
by the twitch of my fingers,
by the itch of my throat.
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Troxler's fading
you’ve been my blind spot
for so long:
my optic nerve,
my artificial scotoma
and my filling-in phenomena
have accounted for you
and have discounted you
and have figured all of the world out
around you
but still I know you
and still I long for you.
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tenderness
I’ve got a soul of lead
and a fist of iron
and a heart that hardens
much too easily
but I swear that there is such
gentleness within me
and I’ll swear it by the touch
of my teeth to your teeth
and I’ll swear it by the brush
of my hand to your cheek
and I’ll swear it and I’ll swear it
and I’ll swear it so earnestly
that you’ll have to believe me
and that will make it true.
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Hello! I am so sorry for being horrendously absent over the past two months, but my final uni exams are over and the crazy post-exam celebrations are winding down so I can finally be active here again!
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Also, here are a few pics from May Week (which is in June, typical Cambridge) which is basically a week of crazy ott parties that go on till 5 am and include things like comedians, musicians, hot air balloons, dodgems, a lot of food, a lot of alcohol and very sore feet - I went to two May Balls and two June Events this week and am now terrifically tired and also still star-struck haha
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battle rapture
lunar sync in rift,
and wrung throats adrift
in lung broach.
a list of hung quotes
and fists flung reproachfully.
this hunger opening
trip-wire undergarments
with no hope of stroking.
only demure coax of explosive midriff;
the goad of skin in risky boast
that you'll miss.
your ocean missile tips
don't hit home.
in my alpha waves
you won't strike foam.
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universal constant
i.
i never make the same mistake,
except when i do.
ii.
i crossed the street with my eyes closed
and hoped to hear the siren,
not the screeching of tires
nor the sighing
of my last loved breath
being violently reft,
nor the screams
of the ones
i have left.
iii.
i will write a book
on how to dig up a road full of gold
with broken fingers,
how to uproot an ocean
then bury yourself beneath it,
how to live with a cross
that you nailed.
iv.
i am better
for having known you.
i am more aware
of my human
core.
i am seeing
that my hands don't weave,
they knot.
i am worse
than i thought.
v.
i never make the same mistake,
except when i do.
vi.
i feel my body
decay
and two eyes
rot.
bite my tongue
in twain
and chew nails
raw.
i swear i fought
as well as i knew how;
i'll wear these mirror shards
from now
to armageddon.
vii.
i shook my hollow bones
at passages leaden,
filled my lungs with
dark liquid,
asked reefs to skin;
but look, i am charybdis
and i am coming around again
and i am loud enough
to
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My DD Highlights
Time
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Quoting Mrs-Durden :heart: :
"Welcome to a Community Volunteer project in which we will be highlighting our favourite Daily Deviations featured within the recent weeks! We would like to encourage the community to join in on this project by simply going through the Daily Deviations page and collecting some of their favourite pieces of art within a journal titled "My Daily Deviation Highlights"! We hope this project will help spread awareness and love for Daily Deviations and our fellow deviant artists!"
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it's called wanderers, witch-talkers, and it explores themes of European and Moroccan witchcraft, folklore, superstition, and mythology through poems about love, loss, culture, mental illness, disability, and race. it contains a whole bunch of new, never-before-seen poems, plus old ones that have been reworked, expanded, pared down, rewritten, or otherwise improved.

this book has changed covers, titles, and probably its entire rotation of poems at least twice during the years I've been sitting on it, but I really do feel that it represents my best work so far. I'm incredibly proud of it and I think that it's much, much better than it would have been had I released it two years ago. I'm so excited to share it with all of you and I hope that those of you who do buy it think that it was worth the wait.

I want to thank everyone who's followed and supported me over the years. your encouragement really does mean the world to me :heart:

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I spent a few joyful seconds today
clambering over a brief, steep hill

avoiding with anxious twists of my feet
so many small beds of flowers,

minuscule and white
like winking stars,
like life rising from verdant water,

because I loved them and I wanted them to live.

when I sat down at the top of
that small incline
enthroned in dirt, happy in the earth,

I traced with anxious twists of my hands
that slim delicate irregular gridwork,
those minuscule white scars

that I pressed
with sure fingers
into my skin

seven long years ago

because I loved myself and I wanted to live.
retrospective
napowrimo day #8
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I’m newly
sweltering with love
for it,

that gore so
tenacious
and hardy with life,

so purple and vivid
and livid
with it.

rushing
through its conduits
syrup-sweet and viscid.

a fixed violet strain

neither stain nor contagion

but the very innermost
guts
of the thing—

the thick, dark,
sure roots of it.

the bits of it
that shoot and sprout.

the bits of it
I’ve tried to rout.

but blood will out.

and blood will out.
and blood will out
and out
and out.
cruor
napowrimo day #7
yes I am STILL writing poetry about being mixed-race in 2017. I'm sorry
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I woke up today
in a mood for salvation

to feed my cactus
a thin
trickle
of water

like a fastidious
or a begrudging lover—

to leverage a steady
amassing of days
into something

that could be
counted and weighed,

impotent augury,
a quick, careful
ache.

I feel like
a bundle a railroad ties
that are ready
and itching
to be laid out
quite straight.
onus
napowrimo day #6
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I used to
imagine
myself

more like the
match
than like the flame

my body
a candlewick

love a flicker
up my spine

consumable,
not wanting



I’ve changed,
I think

and am not now
so unresisting

but still
it would be
something

to be
consumed
and not found
wanting
waxwork
napowrimo day #5
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happy birthday, najia!! :tighthug: :heart: i hope you have a lovely day! :iconrainbowcakeplz:
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toxic-nebulae Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2015  Student Writer
thank you!!
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tonepainter Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday! :D
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thanks!
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Thanks for the  My Daily Deviation Highlights fave, your work is ace!
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Thank you for the favorite!~ :iconkirbyspinplz:
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welcome to the group the haiku ledger :)
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Happy birthday!! :tighthug: :heart: :iconrainbowcakeplz:
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Happiest of birthdays.  :blackrose:
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