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Poems can be viewed through both boys and girls perspective, as I am trying not to be strongly gendered.
The poems also encase elements of love, sadness, and depression; most of which are not explicitly mentioned, but are prominent enough for readers to consider the weight of my words.
The rhythmic poems are usually around more than 100 words, but that may depend on the topic being spoken about at large, and the ideas I have in my mind to develop them.
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https://soundcloud.com/user-366208080/sets/arabian-nights
i. baby steps, ii. oh, miss believer, iii. shatter me, iv. let me down slowly, v. beautiful people, vi. titanium, vii. if I killed someone for you, viii. arabian nights, ix. fall away, x. death of a hero, xi. a thousand years, xii. street poetry, xiii. just a loser, xiv. mad world, xv. before you start your day, xvi. the boy in the bubble, xvii. willow, xviii. human.
— nazahace.
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❝ This is my only fear,
that we become beautiful people. ❞—EPIGRAPH 2, sheeran.
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PLEASE READ.
❱ This was previously written (in approximation), July 2017; during the period where my writing was at its' baby experimental stage and my vocabulary was not feverish. Hence there were only 31 chapters published, and it was left incomplete.
❱ It has been rewritten in the duration of a month from around 5 October 2019 to 3 November 2019, where the chapters have all been revamped in their entirety and where I have developed my imagination to produce 100 chapters.
❱ Themes of love, war, betrayal, abstract chaos, visceral madness, temptations, adultery, nature, depression, abstract imagery, feminism, chaotic vocabulary and more.
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OUTLANDISH POETRY
started; november 10th, 2019.
ended; may 25th, 2020.
editing phase started; may 25th, 2020.
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To the ones who live for poetry.
To the ones who made me, into me.
To my pious mother.•
bai bai ♥️
// THANKING YOU for your support!
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
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