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➽ ❛ O you poor soul, who dares look for tedious poetry in this era,
you have finally stumbled upon the poems your ebullient eyes wished to see.
These are the poems which lengthen themselves beyond creativity,
and delve each syllable into a threading bed of provocative rhymes,
for the sadness of the bystander who wishes to dance to my tines. ❜
- intro; author, nazahace.
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HELLO, these are poems that rhyme or echo under the chiming pandemonium of this summer's patriarchal society, written by an island girl who has had her dreams crushed beyond measure for the sake of another villain's pleasure. Hopefully this girl can meet all your expectations [though there is no guarantee]. I have written both rhythmic and free verse poetry in this book.
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This book comes from a girl who has seen the extent of hypocrisy and chaotic venom around her and danced inside a whirlpool of her own miseries without weaving her way out. This girl, is me, and these are my poetries, some of which have been taken from the stories of my life. Come; take my hand, & let me guide you towards my poetic demand; for the journey does not stop here, as there is still much more to experience & fear.
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❝ Writing this would not have been possible,
without the presence of my wild imagination. ❞
—EPIGRAPH 1, nazahace.
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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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• PLAYLIST.
❛ press play ❜
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.
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bai bai ♥️
// THANKING YOU for your support!