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How does it feel to conquer? The greatest? The lie. Wise beyond wisdom or width. Or breadth of beauty. A thing. Napes a car length of her keep. A sect. He was the loe to the moon. He was the saint of her lie. A God of her moon. A lie to suck deep fists into. He was a poet. Am poet. An instinct. A deep mole. A lie. A thing of beautiful beaches of her night. Her carp encroaching into mine. Her harp seduces mist and while it days night. He was the warp listening wisdom, serpenting all over my grave name. Hers was an apocalypse moon telling me to style cars and night wars. Her.
Sunidhi
I gave my mother, my eyes she cusped that night.
I have my father's friend's essay chocolate.
I have an ink sudding till he gares a night blow on my fist.
He lands catapult of gold in his chest.
His beating breasts knew no lounge world.
His world knew no harp of mite.
His might night of leap was the courageous girl.
His supper. His sparse smitten lover was night foray.
He was night itself. Might of night. His. Courage. Looms.
His night was the night noon below noon.
His massed lie bore an ore.
In a land of rivers, he was a mirage.
He alone tried to fool of eye everyone into his lie.
He alone caused a lie of the greatest, his daughter.
Sunidhi
Thing of love in her paradise. A girl in her geek wisdom. A light in her lone God. A love in her might hummus. A light girl in the parachute moon. A lie in her stops pants and God's knew love. Her sight might be the loyal share of honesty God I bestow. Her. Lie is that we all intrude upon a mist. A God tells her dust. Her light moves her kitten. Her light moves and her move lights a wrist. A wrist becomes God. Her works of social-ness. A life in me reads a moon in the back of her mind. All warnings from my bed. A start of lying from my head. Her. A light to move me from my hissing sell. A light to move me red. Her cell night. Her might occurence. Her light shadow. A shadow of writing moves me. Her agreement of the shape lies of her system. A lover agreement of the said God of lies. Her night. Her mouth. Her becoming lies of the shape of water. A shape of ice in the God of nice. A nice. A leap. A loot of her shadow. Her spilled lenses of disdain. Her might. Her.
Sunidhi
A love from my bed.
A loose from my shed.
An ear-rape till we become lovers.
Her mist is the blow I know.
I know of her still till we become.
Her lover can wait.
Her.
Her, world of vy dye in her mate.
Hers is the God of her becoming.
Her art of being.
Her height knew me no more.
Her poetry stills in my hiss.
A poet in the warp kingdom of my roses bed.
A lover exists in these reckoned spaces adorned in love.
Rage is reddish mud in her mouth in disguise.
A love mist in the wood lights of her idle.
A revolution from my bed.
Sing to solaces in his head.
High till she is scar and crimson tasting violet blood.
Sally can wait.
Don't look back in anger hums of him. He was there.
Her.
Sunidhi
I should be someone.
I should become a somebody, who will light me drastically towards me.
Her light and shed moon eyelets towards me.
Her cheap thrust in air becomes warp and soil.
Spill soil off my lips.
Carousel soul of slipped mouths.
Her eyes dart towards a hymn death poet.
Her lips garner lies and sudden bruises.
Her cruises side with buns in my shaw ink.
Her. I love your soul. I lie and peel skin off his lips.
We are the fire purified in the amavasya of her soul-body telling us to stay corrupt.
He rings and etches me like the moon and warps my body ring in a toss of air.
I am his.
His love is all mine to devour.
Him.
Her.
Sunidhi
City burns as he speaks.
A lie warps my mouth.
A loom in the speaking lenses of God.
A day that I promised him my hair length of trust in God.
He is the only exception.
His hum sounds like my humdrum laced like her.
A keeper or sadness leaper.
Sour teeth and mask ice cream.
A lover only exception.
He is a lover telling her sin not.
A tight to the leap.
A lie in the morning.
My whisper kinda bruised him.
You are the only exception.
You are. Her lisp kind of ached that day.
Works of Her. Liars of marred reality.
Her.
Sunidhi
A lie to mishap lie with.
A morn on the night seeps of red mud sickles.
Her marriage seeps a seed.
A sight of the wise.
A light of the world.
A might of the night and she was the courage of night.
A night sleep colloquium on her speed days.
Her collosal eye was the night of day.
Hers was a burn in the heart fire of his.
He.
She.
Sunidhi
He said my amour lies.
A lover hoops.
A things that was sharp of his.
A move of his boon mites into her lovers.
Have you seen my Clyde?
Has my Bonnie's heart still a fire set in the world?
Is she a loner like me?
Champagne glasses broke to her blood-drunk hiss.
A light of his trust might be the earth of all?
A light of his dare, a corrupt of his face.
Value makes money, carps de diem in her sunken breasts.
Her hearts ware down till sharp eyes knew faiths to turn religious.
Her.
Sunidhi
A liar in my head.
A God in the war.
A war in the leap lones of God.
Her war is a sudden flower.
A light is a coming deep.
A war is her story living carcass.
Hers is not her feet but love. Her.
Sunidhi
Living for the heights and sit downs.
A world for the week and might for the loop.
Her lies tell me war-cry girls know no home.
A lover of deep holes and a mist of courageous tells, were we?
A lover is night. Night is her.
Tell me she is high high and tell me she sparks a frozen moon to dying. Her.
Sunidhi
A liar is he.
A God is he.
A might is he.
Leaves like earth barren soil hitting the ocean.
Loves like lotus blooming in her mud ink flowers.
Her lies are the more, lies to telling her hawk goodbye.
Hers is a sparse reflection of him.
Hers is a God loving her human story.
Her.
Sunidhi
A liar in the story.
A deep in the hunger.
A lover to annexe my soil.
A hope to love her whole.
A height to the war.
A war to the new setting, her.
A lone keeper and her faith principle.
Her.
Sunidhi
A love so soft.
How you know what is better?
A lover gone right to her heart strings.
Paris lights and French boys livin' with.
Kiss me, concur a moon of the night.
Kill to kiss me, under the swept tiaras.
A queen knew none but rule.
A lover heights and purple ventricles singing to her red-blue artery.
Face, love.
I am a new world of women where she is.
Her.
Sunidhi
A lie of her.
A night of her.
A leap of her.
A nightly moon of hiss.
A height of the dawn till speed was a share of God.
A light of career girl vying till sweeping knew no cheapskates.
A love, cheap of love.
A loving dark moon, till it poured all of sunshine into his grasp loomed land.
His war till we knew night to be.
Hers till we knew September days with ridden mud.
Her.
Sunidhi
A liar not crime.
A crime not war.
A war not love.
A love not her.
Not her but lie.
Not lie but dye.
Her style not her psyche.
A lover not her paradise.
A mother not ink.
How is one thing greater than other?
We are zigzag moving on warps of her arena dresses lighting up fuel and war.
Her. Is an understated dress. Hers is a lone sick father telling hums of truths to tell nips of her wisdom, black to back to soil.
Her.
A liar.
A great-home of leap dynamite.
Her eyes know one should.
A lover is great to the next idea.
How did I get here? To lover her to moon and her lover.
He was penchant craving of my dynasty.
He loved for no one could.
He was.
Her.
First love ink.
Her.
Sunidhi
The Feeder of Minds
I don’t want to be here.
All I want is to leave.
Why would I want to live?
If all I do is grieve.
I’ve come to learn,
That all people lie.
It’d simply be a shame,
If they all withered up and died.
Don’t take me as a fool,
But I’ll dare you to try.
I’m keener than the rest,
That you cannot deny.
I will pry and unearth,
The horrors within your mind.
Then for my amusement,
I’ll bring them to life.
(d.n.k)
Garden of Wildflowers
The Garden of Wildflowers,
Such a mystical place.
Nothing could possibly replace,
The lilacs,
The daisies,
And gnarly vines.
As well as trees of every kind.
Branches bristle from high above,
The wind whispers and whirls,
From here and far beyond.
The pathways are of finest stone.
The sun is brightly shone.
The Garden of Wildflowers,
Hold my every desire.
(d.n.k)
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Last updated: June 19th, 2022
Poetry
My Amateur Poetry (Complete)
I wrote this poetry collection throughout a period of depression in my life. Within those years, I suffered many different things. I’m much happier and healthier now. Within this poetry collection, you’ll find some explicit themes, beautiful scenery and mostly lyric poetry. Click on the link above it view it, and do enjoy!
- (d.n.k)
The Seven Deadly Sins (Complete)
I started this dandy, seven-piece poetry collection during quarantine. This collection contains yandere themes such as kidnapping and death. Proceed with caution for it is disturbing. The anime “The Seven Deadly Sins” is totally tubular as well. Elizabeth should have smacked Meliodas though.
- (d.n.k)
The Happenings of Olympus
This is a poetry collection about the Gods and Goddesses of Olympus. They are monstrous to one another, much in the way that humans are. There are allusions to rape, ableism, and references to literary works of the ancient Greeks and Romans.
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When I was growing up, my mother told me the droplets that fell from above were the tears of gods. She said that the gods cried like how humans cried. I always wondered what the gods could have to cry about. They were gods! Everyone knows that they could do anything they wanted. They could wield the Earth as their weapon. They could be any being, anywhere, at any time. They were immortal. The gods knew no end, no death, no sorrow!
Little me didn’t understand that they were flawed from the beginning.
The gods experienced everything forever. There was no rest, no slumber. How can one be motivated if their clock never stops ticking? If the sand in their hourglass will never run out? War, famine, death, and disease. The gods have passed through a multitude of lifetimes of nothing. Are the gods really alive, if they aren’t capable of dying? The tears of gods are shed for the end that’ll always be just out of grasp. Humans face divine retribution for the gods are jealous of what they themselves cannot attain,
Death.
Yandere! Works (We’re getting there...)
These works may contain explicit themes including violence, character death, and unhealthy behavior. I do not support any of this behavior in the real world. All of these works are fictional and are created solely for entertainment purposes. This is where you’ll find yandere fan-fiction, imagines, and the whole lot of it!
- (d.n.k)
Astrology, MBTI, and All
If you’re looking for astrology, MBTI, or other shit-posts you have reached your destination. Look no further.
- (d.n.k)
Miscellaneous Misfits
Within this section, you’ll find theories on humanity, questionable fan-art, subpar essays and other creative works unsuited to any of the other sections. If you’re here, I’ve got a couple questions for you.
- (d.n.k)
breathe . it's like indigo star dust i'm like the orange streetlamp out there in the dark night , & being home just feels like being a child again . it feels like those days i loved you so hard & you loved me back , & those days i slept on the living room couch nursing the heart you inevitably broke . sometimes pain feels good it feels like you're living for something it feels like you're here , & alive , & something actually tried to touch you in the heart , stuck its dumb fingers in & we just cradle it in our mouths like we can't tell the difference between intimacy & nourishment . i had you all in my mouth , & now i spit you out , but it doesn't matter because it was over & i'm just here feeling what lingers so deep in the bedroom carpet when i dig up the dust , but only because night has fallen , & day had eaten my heart out , & it all feels the same & different , & my body knows only to drip this out onto the page , slowly , bittersweetly , acid burning holes between the letters .