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70s-sugarmama · 1 month

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The Conundrum of Blue and Grey Ticks: Overwhelming Companionship or Self-Created Distance?

In this era of digital reliance, it would suffice to say that even though most of us in our 20’s have a platter of different flavored friends, dashed with a side of social exhaustion, the grey ticks are a life savior from the incessant fraternizing, also known as the party of life. Some of us neurodivergents need to hibernate inside our cocoon of misery and self-loathing, especially those who…

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70s-sugarmama · 2 months

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Let There Be Miracles

Oh look mama - I found a miracle!

Miracles happen all the time.Here are the top 3 which make more sense than the most:3. The Butterfly Effect2. Deja Vu1. Loving someone who loves you back.And then, there are some which are willing to drown in their own profoundness (but mostly, they swim):11. Watching your parents grow old and wrinkly10. People in your life who are willing to listen to your drunk, shitty poetry9. A home of your…

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70s-sugarmama · 2 months

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He Who Is Answerable To Us

What if God is a loser like us?A film's candid shot blooper like us?A restless lucid dreamer like us?A hopeless drunk on the way to his homeOn the phone with God, all aloneWhat if God is a sinner like us?Sticks a needle on his arm like us?Whams and bams his mate's chick like us?Hones the cloak of invisibility and shameBut at night, creeps behind women as a gameWhat if God is as hopeless as…

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70s-sugarmama · 7 months

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The Tale of Lightning Scars

Your authenticity shines brighter than their ignorance ever will.

You push me in your little boxTo fit right inAn apple in a box fit for an ant.And when I try to break outYou talk to reduce me to the size of a pea.There’s a reason why they sayWords hurt more than woundsAnd a lightning breaks down my backI don’t dieYou see, we are survivorsWe’ve learnt to be resilient to everythingWhether it’s an act of vile brutalityOr bolts of lightning which should burn you…

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70s-sugarmama · 8 months

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Nolite Te Bastardes Carborundorum

The trophy on my wall is not of conquest, but resilience, for I've discovered the power within, an unyielding strength forged through pain, and with every step, I am an army of wretched women, armed with roses, pens, shotguns, and an unwavering defiance.

Trigger Warning: Rape, Self–Harm/Injury, Suicidal Ideation, Gore, and Violence I am done waiting for everything to end Once and for all. They tried to strip me of my dignity, But they are the ones who are naked. What trophy should I put up on my wall to display, When it comes to them? Blood is on their hands, The blood which seeps through my underwear Into my clean, white, fresh bed sheets. I…

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70s-sugarmama · 8 months

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The Elegiac Triptych Of Hierarchy, Dignity, And The Vanishing Symphony Of Existence

Paint a world where sentient souls thrive, unburdened by heedless interests that consume the innocent.

TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE, DEATH 1. Unrelenting Bite Of The Scales Of Society: The Dance Of Predation [A Bengali word: মাৎস্যন্যায় ; Pronunciation: Matsya-nyay ; Meaning: It is the law of fish in which the bigger fish preys on the smaller fish and this law fits into our society. In our society, the government resembles bigger fish and the public resembles smaller fish. In this law, the state of…

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70s-sugarmama · 8 months

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Is There A Way Out Of The Mind?

Amidst the storm of your mind's deepest blue, remember, there's a hidden path to brighter hues.

What do you do on a blue Saturday? Do you bury your dead dog In the ground, to be chomped on by some ridiculous maggots. Or do you drown yourself in misery Disguised as alcohol Forgetting the world, making it forget you in turn. Or do you hide behind a veil of disgust And paint your face blue So that nobody can recognize The ugliness within you. Do you play a game with your sanity And hope that…

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70s-sugarmama · 8 months

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Rebellion's Resonance: Fire, Freedom, And Forbidden Love

Dissent For Change: Rebel for a world where justice, freedom, love, and equality bloom.

1. Love In The Times Of Fascism Imagine a land without lovers, with saffron skies and crimson rivers Hues of death lurking here and there; food so scarce, people beg to share. Mouths sewn shut and hands cuffed together; a land where nobody asks about the weather A silent agreement between the powerful and the rich: the lovers’ bodies rotting inside a ditch. Two little birds of flight, in need…

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70s-sugarmama · 8 months

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Echoes Of The Ravaged Cosmos: Nature's Lament For A Betrayed World

Time is precious, and so is our planet. Act now to save what's irreplaceable.

After being creatively stuck for over a year, today I found myself pouring out words that have been trapped inside me. It's like a dam has burst open, and these poems are the flood of emotions and thoughts that have been building up. Through the first poem, I confront the damage we've done to our planet, reflecting on personal experiences to highlight the harsh truth of our actions. In the second…

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70s-sugarmama · 1 year

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March's Cruelty

The snow is stainedWith the bloodied frothOozing from the mouthOf the martyrs.And the newest bloomsAre getting corroded awayFrom the acid from the rain,Marking the beginning of March.A little girl sobsAdventure in one clenched fist,Artistry in another-But nowhere to go,Amidst the barren Spring,Lost in the mist.

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70s-sugarmama · 2 years

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So Long, 'Fraid'

So Long, ‘Fraid’

they have found open water amongst the ice caps in the north pole.i knew the world was ending,but i did not realize that it would be so soon.so much of my life has passed harbouring hatredi never got to fall in love.and now i’lI have to bid farewell to people i am yet to meet-that i would never get to.how do i know when would be last time i am seeing someone?t minus n hours remaining for the…

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70s-sugarmama · 2 years

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If I Do Not Have Love, I Am Nothing

prompt: everything to everyone nobody loves anyone anymore.a quarter of my life is over,and i don’t remember having seen people,in love.i was not born out of lovebut out of desperation, obligation,and the worst of all- lies.this world is an empty canvas,which people choose to fill with theirrage, disgust and torment-everything but love.why do people do that?mothers hating their…

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70s-sugarmama · 2 years

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Generic Cliched Love Poem

prompt: if only for tonight (that’d be alright) if the moon drops dead tonightand the crows caw mooif the water flows up and upand all the lies come trueif all the birds go hibernateand the snakes start to flyif people walk backwardsand our tears run dryif we taste to touchand we touch to seeif we give up our bodiesto become a honeybeeif the poets start dancingand the swimmers tightropeif the…

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70s-sugarmama · 2 years

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Because I Can. Because I Must.

prompt: all the best intentions cringe.and not okay. all my best intentionsare directed to the worst of the lot. the worst. everytime you imagine when you think of the worst.exactly that, and beyond. yet, no regrets. it is not necessary to divert the best intentions to them,the insignificant. but it is okay. it is just. it is you. if it is so. if you can, cut the cord,gulp down the…

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70s-sugarmama · 2 years

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Undesirable.

prompt: i’m getting tired of me I am a baggage made up of disgustToo much, yet never enough.My body is a pack of gumTo be chewed on, and spat out when the sweetness is gone.My thighs are a blank canvasTo be etched in blood or paint when it becomes just too much.My fingers are useless sticksFeeble misfits, easily snapped into two, just like my clumsy heart.My arms are fragile folding bonesTo be…

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70s-sugarmama · 2 years

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The Masterpiece

prompt: light and leaves. the masterpiece remainedas light shone on the ice cold faceof old Behrman,not as old anymore as dead. the masterpiece remainedas its shadow hid the satisfying grinon the corpse’s face,his soul journeying wide and far. the masterpiece remainedfive, four, three, two leaves laterJohnsy would have gone with the last onebut the masterpiece remained. what is lifebut a…

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#corpse #death #flow #grin #Johnsy #last leaf #leaf #leave #leaves #life #lifelong #light #masterpiece #o henry #old Behrman #painter #rustle #someone #touch #yearning

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70s-sugarmama · 2 years

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Lyonne

prompt: call me if you need me. i”ll be inside my cocoon of self-loathinginventing new ways to fly away with the dirt pluck me from the flower bed and tuck me behind your earyou roll down my cheek, a salt crystal instead of a teargrief frozen into a rocki’ll soothe your wound nonethelessyou will not remember to remember your father heaven knows i need a breakso, call me if you need me,lest i…

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#call #cheek #dirt #father #flower #grief #love #lyonne #plague #remember #rock #salt #tear

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