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fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am your mould, but the shape of you is true absence, leaving me purposeless.’

[text id: your clavicle is touching mine and / i am holy because of it.]

Will we ever get to hold your words in our hands? My palms crave the comfort of your poetry.

i often contemplate this matter, and unfortunately, the most concrete answer i can arrive at is no. as i have mentioned previously, the country i currently reside in is significantly distant from publishing content of such nature. realistically, in the publishing industry here, investment opportunities seem scarce, especially considering that my writing may not appeal to a wide audience. i believe only a small number of people read and appreciate my pieces, limiting the scale we are working with.

additionally, writing is a source of immense comfort for me, and associating it closely with business endeavors would impose a level of pressure that i do not believe i am capable of handling. currently, i confine my writing to a journal. i often entertain the idea of sharing it with those who are interested in reading, perhaps by shipping it to them for a period before passing it along to others who would appreciate its contents.

thank you for sharing your kind words with me. i hope you are having a great day.

fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky’s ‘you have always been a performer, never just a person.’

I just wanted you to know your new poetry made my heart bleed tears.....thank you

(But like fr tho I genuinely cried you put into word what I've felt all my life)

i must express that while i do not necessarily find it pleasing that you can relate to this, i do, however, selfishly find solace in the fact that i am not alone. thank you for reading!

if you were a singer and your poems were your songs' lyrics you'd be my favorite singer. i mean your poems ALREADY are my favorites but reading your stuff also reminds me that so few musicians and singers sing about the same themes you write about. it's so raw and honest and i think i'd go insane (in a good way) if your poems were songs i could listen to

hey, thank you for reading! weirdly, i usually find myself singing the words in my head before i pen them down so it is somewhere there.

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘you have always been a performer, never just a person.’

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘we were put on this earth desperate, hungry, and willing’.

fatima aamer bilal, from we were put on this earth desperate, hungry and willing.

[text id: you get nervous when someone holds your hand, you wonder if they can feel the rot.]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘we were put on this earth desperate, hungry and willing.’

[text id: in a sharp set of knives, i looked for a hand to hold. / i could not stop myself from needing to belong somewhere, even if that somewhere was a burial ground.]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i mother it, the absence of her ii. i was hard to bear from the very start.’

[text id: my sadness is a fire that i built to keep my hands warm on lonely nights. // art by sivan roshianu // i keep my misery bared between my teeth. i refuse to let her leave. / i am nothing without this obsession of mine.]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i mother it, the absence of her ii. i was hard to bear from the very start.’

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from i mother it, the absence of her ii. i was hard to bear from the very start.

[text id: april regrets me like a parent does a child. i stand for everything it does not. i have maimed it with sadness. april did give birth to me under a fruity tree, but i was born with chainsaw hands.]

Forgive me if this has already been asked, but what exactly is moony moonless sky? Is there a place one might be able to access the whole thing, assuming it’s a poetry collection or chapbook?

P.s. your writing is incredible. Thank you for giving words to what most people can’t say or don’t understand. <3

hey, you absolutely don’t need to apologize. ‘moony moonless sky’ is just a compilation of poems i started writing when i was fifteen. i am not sure if it’s a poetry book or something else because the chances of its physical existence are quite thin. to answer your second question, i'm sorry, but as of right now, there’s no outlet for you to access the entire collection. i have been told that some people here would appreciate a pdf file containing all my work, so i have been working on that from time to time.

thank you so much for reading. i hope you’re having a great day!

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering’.

[text id: i am too little, and too much, and never enough.]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering’.

i was born in spring / there is irony in how everything i touch rots.

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from i mother it, the absence of her ii. i was hard to bear from the very start.

fatima aamer bilal, from i mother it the absence of her, iii. i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time excerpt from moony moonless sky.

Hello, I just wanted to say that I don't think I've ever related so deeply to someone's words until now. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for putting your works out there for others to enjoy. I don't think I've ever felt so seen, so understood. Thank you. And just know, if you ever put out a book in any form, I will buy it in a heartbeat. :)

hey, thank you deeply for your heartfelt message. it means the world to me to hear that my words have resonated with you on such a deep level. your appreciation and understanding are truly touching, and i am grateful for your support. i will definitely keep your kind words in mind as i continue to share my work. should the opportunity arise to publish a book, i would be honored to have you as a reader. thank you again, i hope you have a wonderful day!

Hey, I was searching for your book for a month and found it really weird that I couldn't find it.

Your words are so powerful, really thank you so much for sharing them with us. I'm happy to have found you so I can tell you that your work is touching and truly amazing. I hope to read a lot more from you.

Cheers from Croatia and wishing you a lovely day!

hey, thank you so much for your kind words and for searching for my book! i truly appreciate your support and am glad to hear that my words have resonated with you. your encouragement means a lot to me, especially since my country isn't really into publishing. however, i have been asked about my book before, so for the past couple of months, as someone here suggested, i've been working on compiling a pdf that contains all of my works. thank you once again, i wish you a wonderful day as well!

hello!

I love, love, love, love, love¹⁰⁹⁸⁷⁶⁵⁴³² your poetry, it rips my heart out of my chest, chews it, and then spits it out at my feet, all while I'm dumbfounded, thinking, "What the hell just happened"

Can I use some of the parts as titles for fanfiction/fanart, I'll credit you obviously

(I'm okay with taking a no too!)

Please never stop writing! Thank you for writing them!

hello, i wanted to express my gratitude for your kind words. i have been smiling like an idiot ever since i read your message. i am glad to hear that you enjoyed reading my work, and of course, you are more than welcome to incorporate it into your own!

if your teeth do not graze my bones / i do not wish for you to kiss me.

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘coffin heart? bury me’.

little girl, you'll grow up, but the malice on your tongue will forever be the words of your father. / every time he opens his mouth, you think it's to shout. it's not. // what are memories of childhood if not quicksand? swallowing you whole.

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘shame is a girl’s second skin.’

MY MOTHER ALWAYS TOLD ME TO NEVER PLAY WITH KNIVES. I BET SHE NEVER SAW ME BECOMING ONE. / I SHARPEN MY TEETH ON MY SKIN.

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘days where my whole world is my bed’.