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aseelayelia99 · 3 months

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Does anyone find the spectatorship of contemporary wars dystopian?

Cause I do.

What do you mean to tell me that you are about to give me a break from the bombing to tell me about the newest car model I should be using?

Do the people getting bombed get a break too?

Also, what's up with the fact that we have been marching on the streets, and calling our representative for three months and nothing?

This isn't some minority issue. It's a majority's opinion. And despite all of that, we are being told that if Project 2025 happens, it will be our fault for not voting for a genocidal maniac.

The democratic party is the first party in history to tell it's base to tailor their morals to fit the party's inaction instead of doing what it's base wants.

I swear, the longer I live on this planet, the more I believe that governments aren't their for the people. They are just businesses with the masses being their unwilling and non-consenting customers.

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aseelayelia99 · 4 months

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Inspired by the writing prompts of @agentcable

Loyalty

Eyes like the tundra spy him stomping around.

Nonsense flying everywhere with peace nowhere to be found.

Sinking into a seat of concrete wondering what got her here.

Loyalty runs low when an iron fist rules town.

Silence is the father of all, and in fear, the truth masquerades as a clown.

A bright vial feels heavy in her pocket as she smells a new season veer in.

What's the use of the food on the table when everyone is gagged?

Is it time to burn it all to the ground?

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aseelayelia99 · 4 months

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Terrorist Journalist??

Linguistical phenomena come and go on the internet. Some are intelligent ones, and others are the academic equivalent of using wet sand to clean a fresh wound. The later ones are the kind that emerge during internet discourse in which their initiators find themselves between a rock and a hard place, and thus decide to create an argument that defies science, logic, and all laws of nature hoping that their opponent will be too confused to call their nonsense.

In an attempt to invalidate the rage many within the international community are feeling towards not just the murder of over 20 thousand Palestinian, but the contentious assassination of key figures in Gaza’s community, many pro-genocide figures have made a habit of plastering the word terrorist on anyone with a voice of significant impact in Gaza. They have even gone as far as to plaster the word terrorist onto the names of urgent professions as if it justifies the assassination of anyone who works them in Gaza.

To those confused as to the usage of the word terrorist; it’s a label tailor made for people of color who threaten the imperialistic interest of imperialist countries. Sometimes, the Venn diagram of people who fit of the description above and happen to commit acts of terror is a full circle, but that doesn’t mean that the commitment of acts of terror is a requirement to receive that label.

Terrorist doctors, terrorist academics, terrorist religious leaders, and more importantly, terrorist Journalist. Terrorist journalist has been especially confusing to me because it sounds deceivingly smart, but in reality, is a stupid person’s idea of a smart argument. That said, for the sake of argument, I decided to explore all of the possible interpretations and see if the argument of the pro-genocide crowd holds water.

The most obvious interpretation for the phrase terrorist journalist is a journalist who also happens to be a terrorist. As much as I wanted this interpretation to be true, I hit a wall as soon as I looked at reality because terrorists tend to be armed which means that not only do they have a capacity to cause damage to their opponent in a way an unarmed person can, and save themselves in a way an unarmed person can’t, but their dead bodies tend to be armed too. It has never happened that a journalist fired at anyone, nor have we ever discovered weapons on a massacred journalist.

With the most obvious meaning off the table, my second thought was what if by a terrorist journalist they meant a journalist that cover topics that make people feel terror? Wall number two materializes in front of me. Journalists are burdened with the responsibility of informing us of the most horrendous events, and they should never be punished for the reaction of a viewer to the news.

The final interpretation I reached was that a terrorist journalist is a journalist that covers the action of a terrorist which sounded like the thing they were aiming for, but then I realized that it isn’t the assassination justification they think it is. By the same logic, we should be calling doctors who treat victims of SA as rapist doctors, Vladimir Nabokov as the pedophile writer, and persecutors who handle corruption as corrupt persecutors.

Obviously, if you are hit by such an argument by someone, by the time you reach the conclusion that their argument is stupid, they will have hit you with another stupid argument that sounds deceivingly smart. That said, even if you manage to dismantle their argument in a timely manner, I wouldn’t trust the pro-genocide crowd to be bright enough to recognize the fallacies in their argument, so prepare yourself for potentially dealing with someone who refuses to see the truth, and bury their heads in the sand.

#palestine #free palestine #free gaza #ethnic cleansing #gaza genocide #genocide #gaza under attack #gaza strip #gazaunderattack #save gaza #journalist #social justice #israel is a terrorist state #israel terrorist #terrorism

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aseelayelia99 · 4 months

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Your new life will cost you your new one….

I don’t think that’s true, but I don’t think it’s false either.

You will never fully let go of your old life, and you won’t fully assimilate into your new one. Living in your new life will be like screwing close a bottle of water with a cap that’s too big for it, not fully sealing with some of your old life spilling out.

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aseelayelia99 · 4 months

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Inspired by @flashfictionfridayofficial writing prompt

Fool Me Once, Fool You Twice

The look of betrayal in your eyes is a work of art.

A beast from the inside out when you broke my heart.

A rose in a guarded garden waiting to be picked.

You trampled all over it then whined when by it’s thorn you pricked.

Went after the wrong enchantress despite being forewarned.

Heaven hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Came for me again after I let everything go.

Brought your sycophants and turned my suffering into a show.

Saw a flame in me and tried to put it out,

Not knowing that their is enough from where it came from for a blowout.

Shame on you once for making your misery my duty.

Shame on you twice for confusing me for a beauty.

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aseelayelia99 · 5 months

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As a writer, I have a question to other writers.

How do you tell your friend When I read your message I wanted to reply, but then my Aries rising got this supper cool reply in mind, but I was too exhausted in that moment to think it through, so I put it off and figured I would do it before I sleep, but then I forgot and then the next day my Scorpio mars joined the party and decided that we need this cool idea to be perfect to make up for the fact that it has been almost a day and I haven’t replied yet, except that that made me anxious and I decided to self soothe by procrastinating and now it’s been two weeks and I don’t even remember my cool idea?

How do you say all of that without them concluding that you are insane?

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aseelayelia99 · 5 months

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This poem’s inspiration was the writing prompt: unrequited love. I apologize for its sad ending in advance.

Watching Her

I know I should stay away but my heart is terrible at measuring distance.

I know I should look away but I can’t help it.

I stand in the alleyway waiting for the right time to step into the light.

I write to you with invisible ink and hope that you have a magical flashlight.

I watch you kiss her cheeks and stay up all night texting her.

I watch as you personalize smiles for her and wonder if she feels it too.

I watch you memorize her and wonder if you knew me the way you know her.

I see the two of you dancing in the rain while I am in the shadows dry.

I watch you with her and feel your fingertips through her hair pass through me.

I know I should pass you by but you haunt my every night.

I reach out but my fingers don’t land anywhere.

I linger faraway untouched with my toughest parts six feet under.

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aseelayelia99 · 5 months

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Random thought:

I don’t like to be pretentious and too complementary of myself, but when I see how some people speak about other people, I am thankful for being the person I am.

PS. I don’t know why you would assume that I am doing the very thing I criticize people for doing.

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aseelayelia99 · 5 months

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Last Night

I stand in the dark and watch you sleep,

As this room’s restlessness into me seeps.

The chaoes is maddening, And the dark is strangling.

You’re sweet as sugar, but quick to sour.

You’re swift in your anger, but forgiving in an hour.

You’re an easy love that’s been trendy.

That should make me happy, but I feel empty.

I pack my bag and leave a note in the dark of the night;

I am sorry. You’re not worth the fight.

Inspired by a writing prompt from @gtunesmiff

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aseelayelia99 · 5 months

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You can’t escape

You wait for love to replace your shame,

And hope this time around you win fame.

You swallow down your fear and jump on the train.

Not for the first time, you wonder of what you will gain.

You can’t escape what you did.

Forever hunted by the poison you fed.

You planted a row of caskets in your wake.

Your gardens to their roots ache.

Don’t run and eat your tainted cake.

Or do you only dish what you can’t take.

This poem was partially inspired by the prompt of @betweenthetimeandsound

The other thing that inspired this poem was Henry Kissinger’s death.

Do I think that he would ever feel any remorse or fear?

No, but I would like to believe that in his last moments, the faces of every person he killed flashed before him. I would like to believe that those people also shoved him into hell.

May this wicked man’s pain be eternal!

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aseelayelia99 · 5 months

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Woman

She’s walking on ice,

Bowing for no price.

She knows her worth,

And gives everyone a wide berth.

In an era of discontent,

She only goes where she is meant.

Not one to waste her life on a sunken cost,

Or cry over what’s lost.

She won’t beat a dead horse,

And would rather have a change of course.

Just wrote this poem on a whim using three writing prompts from @betweenthetimeandsound cause I want to.

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aseelayelia99 · 5 months

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Talks

The sky is on fire, but you wanna talk.

You give lectures and talk the talk you won’t walk.

You will be drowning as you stamp the final draft.

Hands above water looking for a raft.

You think the shark is gonna spare you for some cash?

Bet you were not thinking of that when your words were making a splash.

This poem was inspired by listening to idiotic politicians talk about the environment. Granted, they sound as demented as when talking about everything else, but they sound extra stupid when talking about climate change.

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aseelayelia99 · 5 months

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I am only a Woman

I begged you to love me and your answer was my cries.

And now that I’ve packed my bags you’re rambling about our highs.

As you throw shit around and yell that I am hostile.

But I don’t wanna start a war. I wanna get back my smile.

Don’t know if it’s a breakdown or a breakthrough, but something in me is broken,

And I can’t heal when around, you I am frozen.

Bleeding lips.

Stepping on my fingertips.

Waiting for my slips.

Your lies are pretty like the colors you splattered on my face.

Your eyes linger as you tell everyone you love me, just in case.

I have never seen someone hate the one they love this much.

I hate that no one sees me flinch at your touch.

Don’t beg on your knees and think that everything will be forgiven.

God loves unconditionally, but I am only a woman.

Inspired by a writing prompt posted by @betweenthetimeandsound

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aseelayelia99 · 5 months

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We Are Fine

If anyone asks, tell them we are fine.

Let them go back to drinking their wine.

We both know they don’t have a spine.

If they see the riots on the news,

Let them not of savagery us accuse.

Tell them it’s not the game of the hungry, but the fight of the ones with nothing to lose.

The revolution won’t be televised,

So don’t you stay silent when our demands are bastardized,

And don’t be surprised when your children are despised.

My friend, I ask of you as I lose my breathe,

Do not abandon our cause after my death.

A poem inspired by a writing prompt posted by @extraordinari1y-ordinary-writer

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aseelayelia99 · 5 months

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Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade

Pro-Palestinian Protestors disrupted the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade to advocate for Palestine and the reactions on the internet has been interesting. A couple of sentiments have been expressed on the internet that I think we need to think over for a little bit.

“Don’t bring politics into a national tradition”

Are y’all babies?

This is not a holiday tradition. This is a capitalist tradition in which they gloat over how much they made and remind you to buy from their upcoming sale by creating a parade on a street that police had to clear the homeless people from to not break the illusion for you.

Being nostalgic and refusing to acknowledge its implications is okay if you are twelve. Politics rule your life. Stop running from reality.

“I am all for protests but don’t disrupt normal life.”

Do you have a two digit IQ?

Do you have the critical thinking skills of a two years old?

The point of protesting, is to disrupt normal life. The point is to give the powers to be enough of a headache that they will do what the people want. Protests are first, and foremost, a form of disruption.

I understand that people are seeking their comforts, but when people are actively dying as you speak, don’t you think that maybe, just maybe, stopping their death should take precedence over your comforts when your taxes are funding said killing?

#my writing #spilled thoughts #palestine #genocide #human rights #nyc #social justice #thanksgiving #free gaza #gaza genocide #free palestine #gaza under attack #macy's thanksgiving day parade #colonialism #gaza strip #black friday

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aseelayelia99 · 5 months

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Inspired by a writing prompts by @betweenthetimeandsound

Too Polite to Care

You say you like me and have my back,

But when the rubber hits the road you backtrack.

With your empty words; you thought you ate.

You’re not radically honest or playing the devil’s advocate.

You’re just an asshole

A faux expert, a troll.

You’re too polite to care.

You just want the underdog out of your hair.

You’re all for equality until I ask for justice.

You like peace and prosperity, but not in practice.

LIVE

LOVE

LAUGH

As you write about theories, paragraphs.

Don’t be loud while you die,

Or we might think you’re the bad guy.

You’d rather cry over my crucifixion,

Than defend me when I stand up with convection.

But don’t worry. We will build a museum in your name.

We will give you posthumous fame.

The prompt was crucifixion, and as I started writing I found myself gravitating toward the idea of the dead being easier to defend than the living. The dead can’t make any mistakes. They are not a consenting party in whatever projection you display on them.

Then, I found myself think of the people who would rather defend a dead person, than protect someone who is alive, a people who don’t want to inconvenience themselves by doing something that centers someone else, and would rather perform a mourning that would center them.

Their values are not practical, not because they are too lofty, but because they are never willing to practice what they believe. To them, their values are ideas they get to discuss while sitting in their comfy bed.

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aseelayelia99 · 5 months

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The Rose and the Crow

A dying rose in a field of snow

Overshadowed by the last standing crow

Frozen with time passing them by

Hearing an echo of a silent cry

Of the fallen ones as they decay.

The crow and rose wonder who is gonna pray

When their bodies give away.

Who’s gonna engrave their headstone

When they are the last on earth of skin and bone?

Whose gonna remember them once gone,

And tell others let bygones be bygone?

Who’ll hold their hands as they utter their last word,

And reminisce of them all that is absurd?

A dying rose in a field of snow

Overshadowed by a bloody crow.

Standing in the midst of a carnage with no one to show.

Inspire by a writing prompt by @betweenthetimeandsound

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