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I lowkey just want my writing to feel that way

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Hi :)

-Nana

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List of my 2023 poems

FOR THOSE IT MAY CONCERN, THE CRYING MACHINE DOESN'T NEED TO BE TOUCHED

IT BURNS ALL THE WAY DOWN

WINGLESS/CUTTING WINGS (re-edit)

FREEDOM SHOULD NOT ABANDON

WE HAVEN'T SHARED A MEAL IN A LONG TIME

GIVE ME A REASON TO STAB MYSELF

LIKE FLESH LIKE FLESH

It was a fun one, I hope everyone will finish this year with peace in mind, if not, i'm with you.

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Didn't expecting to pull something else before the new year. It's nothing really crazy tho. Tried something. anyway.

Nana

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A few people asked me about my poetry lately. I lowkey see it as a sign. Not sure about that one but here!

while im here, here other works I've done lately.

LIKE FLESH LIKE FLESH

GIVE ME A REASON TO STAB MYSELF

WE HAVEN'T SHARED A MEAL IN A LONG TIME

FREEDOM SHOULD NOT ABANDON

WINGLESS/CUTTING WINGS (re-edit)

Don't hesitate to check it uwu

Kisses,

Nana

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Hey! Nothing new here, but I quickly mentioned some moth/butterfly motif somewhere and i made me look unto older works. Turns out theres two that fits. Obviously it was not only a bit older but it was me trying out translation of my poems. So it was pretty clumsy. I still thought that motif was interesting so I tried to modify the old poems unto a newer version. Its still not exactly how I would write right now but I guess it's an exercise. You can check the older version of WINGLESS and CUTTING WINGS if you're curious I guess.

So, see you next time, Nana.

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Oh my god, I thought she was dead. Well, I did something tonight, I barely checked it again, dunno what to think of it but anything is probably better than nothing! I hope everyone is well,

Nana

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Emily Dickinson, “I Felt A Funeral In My Brain”

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Something I made tonight a bit quickly and posting it before going to sleep. Its probably confusing but when I think about it, my feelings around what inspired it are just as chaotic.

Kisses, Nana

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Hey, a little something !

I know i'll be incredibly frustrated with random mistakes i'll find tomorrow in this but hey, it's late, i want to post this ! So like my mom would say "À chaque jour suffit sa peine".

Nana says hello !

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Hello,

It's been a while. I had a horrible writing block since, forever. As some of you may know, things got hard and still are. Be sweet with me on that one, I know it's all over the place, I'm trying to get back to it and allowing myself to try some stuff <3

I wish everyone a good day or night.

See ya,

Nana

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this one is so old i was not even giving titles back then. (2017...)

I guess I could name it now but i have no idea !

Old stuff in Nana drawers in guess

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Back on the translating saga

Better than Nothing - Nana

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Tone Death - Nana

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Hi, since I'm in the middle of a big writing block, I just translated some poem again. Have fun.

Wingless - Nana

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#:P

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I'm not sure what to think of the new woman.

I'm not sure what to think of the new woman

You know,

She came once and never left, when she never lived here,

Knew how to help herself, rest and well enough about me.

She is calmer, never met a storm, walked on broken glass,

Expecting the same of me.

I'm not sure what to think of the new woman.

She might a good person, as peaceful they can be.

She makes however,

Quite an odd mirror to look at.

And how could I love something,

Who's gaze poisons my own.

I'm not sure what to think of the new woman.

Who walked in the wasteland and questioned my faith,

Who without a word said I was a monster,

Look at you, what is even a storm, what are you waiting for.

No need to cry over broken glass, there's so much more

Just in the cupboard, more on the table. Look at you.

I'm not sure what to think about of new woman.

I used to fear fury in others, she said she's born deprived of it.

Then she looked at me, not understanding.

I believed her. Got as terrified of her as I was disgusted of me.

At least fury embraced fear.

I now feel so lonely.

Nana

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