𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦.
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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦.

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Why do I write?
"I place ink on paper to remember who I was before the world whispered a name into my bones, before identity hardened around me like something I never chose. "
- J. Vessantra
I'm both poetry and the poet.
𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭— 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
-J. Vessantra
Manifesto
This is not a fast place.
I write for those who move through life quietly, carrying too much — strength, grief, and unspoken truths.
Here, pain is not explained or excused. It is witnessed.
Desire is not softened. Silence is not submission.
These words live between languages, between selves, between what was endured and what still insists on blooming.
If this feels familiar, you already belong here.

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I still dream of your rotten love.
I still dream of your rotten love.
Feeling nothing
Feel nothing
I dare you just try it
How can you feel nothing?
It’s nothing
Language is funny
Although it’s describing nothing
Nothing becomes something to describe
But there’s nothing to describe
It’s void
It makes absolute sense in a senseless way
But with sense
I feel nothing all the time
But why would you and I most likely describe it as feeling?
When we feel it’s always something
So how exactly do we feel nothing
And we actually feel it?
It’s fascinating
But perhaps we’re feeling the absence of feeling
Which is no feeling
Then again that means we’re feeling no feeling
We feel nothing to feel
We feel nothing, to feel
We feel no feeling
So is it not?
Or are we just not yet adept to our emotional universe?
It’s both I guess
And the crazy part is I feel both perspectives
I understand them so well that I embody them
Feeling nothing
Feeling everything
All at once
And never
How can I?
It should be impossible
At least if that’s what you believe
But it’s language
Language fails to describe to you that it is possible
Or rather you refuse to feel that it’s possible
Always has been and always will be
You just happened to be deceived
By the system of language
Or by yourself
Both really
Anyways I’ll let you feel the rest
Wrapped in silk by ~ Ashanti.S
Sin is silk wrapped on a rusting spear
Strikingly beautiful that it hurts
On the inside it’s only a decaying void
An incomplete shallow whole
Twisted thorns twisting sins form
An endless flowerbed death
That’s what you were
You were everything you tried to hide
The terrific imperfections you performed into perfection
The organised structure you presented to stand in your way
Your chaos
The hungry shadow consuming yourself and others in
The ego you seen from me
That’s what it was
That’s what I seen
I just didn’t know
Or rather I didn’t want to know
And I guess that’s why it hurt
Because even though you were so beautiful
You weren’t really
You were my danger
My spear
And you knew it
Of course you did
You knew everything
That’s why you did all of this
So I could be yours
Your silk

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Weary mask by ~ Ashanti.S
How is it possible that you can smile?
After all that you've done
Why do you think you even deserve to have eyes?
To see all of the crimes you've committed and hold not a single regret for?
Huh tell me
You lying behind that soft harmless mask
Constantly lying and hiding the monster you are
Are you happy about who you are?
With what you’ve become?
I mean tell me
Are you really?
Weary mask by ~ Ashanti.S
How is it possible that you can smile?
After all that you've done
Why do you think you even deserve to have eyes?
To see all of the crimes you've committed and hold not a single regret for?
Huh tell me
You lying behind that soft harmless mask
Constantly lying and hiding the monster you are
Are you happy about who you are?
With what you’ve become?
I mean tell me
Are you really?
Weary mask by ~ Ashanti.S
How is it possible that you can smile?
After all that you've done
Why do you think you even deserve to have eyes?
To see all of the crimes you've committed and hold not a single regret for?
Huh tell me
You lying behind that soft harmless mask
Constantly lying and hiding the monster you are
Are you happy about who you are?
With what you’ve become?
I mean tell me
Are you really?

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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Wrapped in silk by ~ Ashanti.S
Sin is silk wrapped on a rusting spear
Strikingly beautiful that it hurts
On the inside it’s only a decaying void
An incomplete shallow whole
Twisted thorns twisting sins form
An endless flowerbed death
That’s what you were
You were everything you tried to hide
The terrific imperfections you performed into perfection
The organised structure you presented to stand in your way
Your chaos
The hungry shadow consuming yourself and others in
The ego you seen from me
That’s what it was
That’s what I seen
I just didn’t know
Or rather I didn’t want to know
And I guess that’s why it hurt
Because even though you were so beautiful
You weren’t really
You were my danger
My spear
And you knew it
Of course you did
You knew everything
That’s why you did all of this
So I could be yours
Your silk