Oi Wei Raw
@aciliwe.bsky.social
we all have to act, actors or not #meself
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Oi Wei Raw
@aciliwe.bsky.social
· Sep 10
my politics:
free education + free condoms = save the world slow and gentle
(worth trying that way or another)
free education + free condoms = save the world slow and gentle
(worth trying that way or another)
the phone scammers are sending texts, inviting me to go check out the Christmas show.
temptation🤔
temptation🤔
December 24, 2025 at 8:04 PM
the phone scammers are sending texts, inviting me to go check out the Christmas show.
temptation🤔
temptation🤔
December 20, 2025 at 9:47 PM
the entire universe
exists to hold
you
that may not
have been the intention
but that’s
the outcome
exists to hold
you
that may not
have been the intention
but that’s
the outcome
December 5, 2025 at 7:56 AM
the entire universe
exists to hold
you
that may not
have been the intention
but that’s
the outcome
exists to hold
you
that may not
have been the intention
but that’s
the outcome
никидалово
никидай
ник без головы
никогда
не умрет больше
но иногда
он теряет голову
йо
никидай
ник без головы
никогда
не умрет больше
но иногда
он теряет голову
йо
November 28, 2025 at 4:34 AM
никидалово
никидай
ник без головы
никогда
не умрет больше
но иногда
он теряет голову
йо
никидай
ник без головы
никогда
не умрет больше
но иногда
он теряет голову
йо
this one
will stay in the cupboard
I don’t want to summon
the ghosts of the past
to stare into demons’
eyes;
to bare myself to
expose
the deepest.
it can be pleasant;
but not always
has good results,
for me;
not always sure
about others.
they don’t always tell
everything.
will stay in the cupboard
I don’t want to summon
the ghosts of the past
to stare into demons’
eyes;
to bare myself to
expose
the deepest.
it can be pleasant;
but not always
has good results,
for me;
not always sure
about others.
they don’t always tell
everything.
November 21, 2025 at 4:17 AM
this one
will stay in the cupboard
I don’t want to summon
the ghosts of the past
to stare into demons’
eyes;
to bare myself to
expose
the deepest.
it can be pleasant;
but not always
has good results,
for me;
not always sure
about others.
they don’t always tell
everything.
will stay in the cupboard
I don’t want to summon
the ghosts of the past
to stare into demons’
eyes;
to bare myself to
expose
the deepest.
it can be pleasant;
but not always
has good results,
for me;
not always sure
about others.
they don’t always tell
everything.
I truly hope
you’re in love
if you love,
love truly
with all your heart.
Love will protect you
when it matters
the most.
My darkness
doesn’t care much
about morals
or you
to be honest.
My darkness
wants
you.
Like it never
wanted anything
more.
I don’t need
to write you
to make you think
about me.
you’re in love
if you love,
love truly
with all your heart.
Love will protect you
when it matters
the most.
My darkness
doesn’t care much
about morals
or you
to be honest.
My darkness
wants
you.
Like it never
wanted anything
more.
I don’t need
to write you
to make you think
about me.
November 14, 2025 at 2:48 AM
I truly hope
you’re in love
if you love,
love truly
with all your heart.
Love will protect you
when it matters
the most.
My darkness
doesn’t care much
about morals
or you
to be honest.
My darkness
wants
you.
Like it never
wanted anything
more.
I don’t need
to write you
to make you think
about me.
you’re in love
if you love,
love truly
with all your heart.
Love will protect you
when it matters
the most.
My darkness
doesn’t care much
about morals
or you
to be honest.
My darkness
wants
you.
Like it never
wanted anything
more.
I don’t need
to write you
to make you think
about me.
love drives you crazy
it is insanity
to get close to another
in this cold world,
especially if you’ve been
shattered
once and again,
you’ve seen it
go the other way
too many times now,
the void filling
in between
two people
bound by
a dead
flame.
it is insanity
to get close to another
in this cold world,
especially if you’ve been
shattered
once and again,
you’ve seen it
go the other way
too many times now,
the void filling
in between
two people
bound by
a dead
flame.
November 2, 2025 at 7:39 AM
love drives you crazy
it is insanity
to get close to another
in this cold world,
especially if you’ve been
shattered
once and again,
you’ve seen it
go the other way
too many times now,
the void filling
in between
two people
bound by
a dead
flame.
it is insanity
to get close to another
in this cold world,
especially if you’ve been
shattered
once and again,
you’ve seen it
go the other way
too many times now,
the void filling
in between
two people
bound by
a dead
flame.
so you sit by the dumpster
not quite in the shadow —
not quite in the shade
to observe
yourself,
powerless
only capable of observation
at that moment,
feeling
offensive somehow
maybe
due to the weakness
being visible.
#meself
not quite in the shadow —
not quite in the shade
to observe
yourself,
powerless
only capable of observation
at that moment,
feeling
offensive somehow
maybe
due to the weakness
being visible.
#meself
October 23, 2025 at 1:36 AM
so you sit by the dumpster
not quite in the shadow —
not quite in the shade
to observe
yourself,
powerless
only capable of observation
at that moment,
feeling
offensive somehow
maybe
due to the weakness
being visible.
#meself
not quite in the shadow —
not quite in the shade
to observe
yourself,
powerless
only capable of observation
at that moment,
feeling
offensive somehow
maybe
due to the weakness
being visible.
#meself
if you have a heart
of a coyote
you always look at the door
to see if it’s open
the food is good
but the sky
tastes better
the sky has the taste
of freedom,
the legs of coyote
feed him,
the smarts of the coyote
save him.
but
a coyote trapped
on a highway
blinded by the lights
by the sounds of cars
of a coyote
you always look at the door
to see if it’s open
the food is good
but the sky
tastes better
the sky has the taste
of freedom,
the legs of coyote
feed him,
the smarts of the coyote
save him.
but
a coyote trapped
on a highway
blinded by the lights
by the sounds of cars
October 20, 2025 at 8:46 AM
if you have a heart
of a coyote
you always look at the door
to see if it’s open
the food is good
but the sky
tastes better
the sky has the taste
of freedom,
the legs of coyote
feed him,
the smarts of the coyote
save him.
but
a coyote trapped
on a highway
blinded by the lights
by the sounds of cars
of a coyote
you always look at the door
to see if it’s open
the food is good
but the sky
tastes better
the sky has the taste
of freedom,
the legs of coyote
feed him,
the smarts of the coyote
save him.
but
a coyote trapped
on a highway
blinded by the lights
by the sounds of cars
я отбывала на родной земле
и я взывала к матери
моя молитва была встречена
насмешками,
народ циничен
таков народ
на родине,
неказист
злоязычен
но сердце доброе у людей,
как не крути —
жив
культ матери
на родной земле.
земля плачет кровью
народа,
такова
судьба
чернозема
кровоточить
плодородить.
и я взывала к матери
моя молитва была встречена
насмешками,
народ циничен
таков народ
на родине,
неказист
злоязычен
но сердце доброе у людей,
как не крути —
жив
культ матери
на родной земле.
земля плачет кровью
народа,
такова
судьба
чернозема
кровоточить
плодородить.
October 20, 2025 at 6:45 AM
я отбывала на родной земле
и я взывала к матери
моя молитва была встречена
насмешками,
народ циничен
таков народ
на родине,
неказист
злоязычен
но сердце доброе у людей,
как не крути —
жив
культ матери
на родной земле.
земля плачет кровью
народа,
такова
судьба
чернозема
кровоточить
плодородить.
и я взывала к матери
моя молитва была встречена
насмешками,
народ циничен
таков народ
на родине,
неказист
злоязычен
но сердце доброе у людей,
как не крути —
жив
культ матери
на родной земле.
земля плачет кровью
народа,
такова
судьба
чернозема
кровоточить
плодородить.
когда хорошо то не пишется,
не так резко
не так естественно.
когда хорошо
дышится,
солнце кажется встает
и освещает мир
ласково.
а не хорошо
то и смысла
нет описывать,
лишь выписывать
кругами, листами
неловкими
рифмами,
покачивать конечностями
поглядывать,
дышать не ровно
не радостно.
слезу пустить.
не так резко
не так естественно.
когда хорошо
дышится,
солнце кажется встает
и освещает мир
ласково.
а не хорошо
то и смысла
нет описывать,
лишь выписывать
кругами, листами
неловкими
рифмами,
покачивать конечностями
поглядывать,
дышать не ровно
не радостно.
слезу пустить.
October 19, 2025 at 5:36 AM
когда хорошо то не пишется,
не так резко
не так естественно.
когда хорошо
дышится,
солнце кажется встает
и освещает мир
ласково.
а не хорошо
то и смысла
нет описывать,
лишь выписывать
кругами, листами
неловкими
рифмами,
покачивать конечностями
поглядывать,
дышать не ровно
не радостно.
слезу пустить.
не так резко
не так естественно.
когда хорошо
дышится,
солнце кажется встает
и освещает мир
ласково.
а не хорошо
то и смысла
нет описывать,
лишь выписывать
кругами, листами
неловкими
рифмами,
покачивать конечностями
поглядывать,
дышать не ровно
не радостно.
слезу пустить.
твой образ ускользает
и я удерживаю
почти трепетный порыв
потянуться за твоим образом,
это всего лишь
образ
теперь,
человек
есмь,
присутствие
отсутствует
однако.
память вырисовывает
сладостные моменты
менее трепетно.
время создало физическую
дистанцию
в метафорическом
пространстве.
епрст
и я удерживаю
почти трепетный порыв
потянуться за твоим образом,
это всего лишь
образ
теперь,
человек
есмь,
присутствие
отсутствует
однако.
память вырисовывает
сладостные моменты
менее трепетно.
время создало физическую
дистанцию
в метафорическом
пространстве.
епрст
October 17, 2025 at 5:17 AM
твой образ ускользает
и я удерживаю
почти трепетный порыв
потянуться за твоим образом,
это всего лишь
образ
теперь,
человек
есмь,
присутствие
отсутствует
однако.
память вырисовывает
сладостные моменты
менее трепетно.
время создало физическую
дистанцию
в метафорическом
пространстве.
епрст
и я удерживаю
почти трепетный порыв
потянуться за твоим образом,
это всего лишь
образ
теперь,
человек
есмь,
присутствие
отсутствует
однако.
память вырисовывает
сладостные моменты
менее трепетно.
время создало физическую
дистанцию
в метафорическом
пространстве.
епрст
I miss the prarries
I called the prairies home.
I am still walking in cycles,
can’t call me
me,
not rightfully.
I am the centre
of my universe
the way I see it,
the way I experience
everything
is through
moi.
I am something.
#prairies
I called the prairies home.
I am still walking in cycles,
can’t call me
me,
not rightfully.
I am the centre
of my universe
the way I see it,
the way I experience
everything
is through
moi.
I am something.
#prairies
October 9, 2025 at 6:35 AM
I miss the prarries
I called the prairies home.
I am still walking in cycles,
can’t call me
me,
not rightfully.
I am the centre
of my universe
the way I see it,
the way I experience
everything
is through
moi.
I am something.
#prairies
I called the prairies home.
I am still walking in cycles,
can’t call me
me,
not rightfully.
I am the centre
of my universe
the way I see it,
the way I experience
everything
is through
moi.
I am something.
#prairies
I keep hearing the train at night
tonight 23:32
a little past
my bed time,
I am in bed
thinking of you
talking of your dad
and the damn
trains
#loveisbroken
tonight 23:32
a little past
my bed time,
I am in bed
thinking of you
talking of your dad
and the damn
trains
#loveisbroken
October 9, 2025 at 6:34 AM
I keep hearing the train at night
tonight 23:32
a little past
my bed time,
I am in bed
thinking of you
talking of your dad
and the damn
trains
#loveisbroken
tonight 23:32
a little past
my bed time,
I am in bed
thinking of you
talking of your dad
and the damn
trains
#loveisbroken
Reposted by Oi Wei Raw
October 9, 2025 at 4:00 AM
finding the balance
between the part of me that
aims at chaos
and the part of me
that aims for order
this is
alchemy
between the part of me that
aims at chaos
and the part of me
that aims for order
this is
alchemy
October 9, 2025 at 6:28 AM
finding the balance
between the part of me that
aims at chaos
and the part of me
that aims for order
this is
alchemy
between the part of me that
aims at chaos
and the part of me
that aims for order
this is
alchemy
October 9, 2025 at 5:22 AM
I have bound myself
in the Zazerkalie
the images of me around
me,
the broken mirror
maze —
is ma reality.
I know two things:
a) it has something to do with me
b) all is shattered
I have to deal with those two things,
everything
else
is
out of my control
and hopelessly so.
#meself
in the Zazerkalie
the images of me around
me,
the broken mirror
maze —
is ma reality.
I know two things:
a) it has something to do with me
b) all is shattered
I have to deal with those two things,
everything
else
is
out of my control
and hopelessly so.
#meself
October 9, 2025 at 5:17 AM
I have bound myself
in the Zazerkalie
the images of me around
me,
the broken mirror
maze —
is ma reality.
I know two things:
a) it has something to do with me
b) all is shattered
I have to deal with those two things,
everything
else
is
out of my control
and hopelessly so.
#meself
in the Zazerkalie
the images of me around
me,
the broken mirror
maze —
is ma reality.
I know two things:
a) it has something to do with me
b) all is shattered
I have to deal with those two things,
everything
else
is
out of my control
and hopelessly so.
#meself
#anotherlife
so fucking special
she wrote about
watercolours and cocaine
I miss that girl,
my mouth was full of ash
my thing was matches,
razorblades,
gouache.
I slept through sirens,
I walked through nightmares.
I made it here somehow,
and I can’t quite
put it together.
I didn’t belong,
I don’t.
so fucking special
she wrote about
watercolours and cocaine
I miss that girl,
my mouth was full of ash
my thing was matches,
razorblades,
gouache.
I slept through sirens,
I walked through nightmares.
I made it here somehow,
and I can’t quite
put it together.
I didn’t belong,
I don’t.
October 6, 2025 at 5:59 AM
#anotherlife
so fucking special
she wrote about
watercolours and cocaine
I miss that girl,
my mouth was full of ash
my thing was matches,
razorblades,
gouache.
I slept through sirens,
I walked through nightmares.
I made it here somehow,
and I can’t quite
put it together.
I didn’t belong,
I don’t.
so fucking special
she wrote about
watercolours and cocaine
I miss that girl,
my mouth was full of ash
my thing was matches,
razorblades,
gouache.
I slept through sirens,
I walked through nightmares.
I made it here somehow,
and I can’t quite
put it together.
I didn’t belong,
I don’t.
I know why I keep
getting the devil
card,
not because of you
but
because of me.
I am demonic by nature.
I came from the land
of the madmen,
and then I mated with
the gods in the prairies.
The sky is so big
in the prairies
and the gods are closer
to the earth.
I am not evil,
I am a destroyer.
getting the devil
card,
not because of you
but
because of me.
I am demonic by nature.
I came from the land
of the madmen,
and then I mated with
the gods in the prairies.
The sky is so big
in the prairies
and the gods are closer
to the earth.
I am not evil,
I am a destroyer.
October 6, 2025 at 5:44 AM
I know why I keep
getting the devil
card,
not because of you
but
because of me.
I am demonic by nature.
I came from the land
of the madmen,
and then I mated with
the gods in the prairies.
The sky is so big
in the prairies
and the gods are closer
to the earth.
I am not evil,
I am a destroyer.
getting the devil
card,
not because of you
but
because of me.
I am demonic by nature.
I came from the land
of the madmen,
and then I mated with
the gods in the prairies.
The sky is so big
in the prairies
and the gods are closer
to the earth.
I am not evil,
I am a destroyer.
I had nights when I was staying up late, all alone and staring into the abyss.
I ended up befriending the abyss, and now we occasionally hang out.
#meself
I ended up befriending the abyss, and now we occasionally hang out.
#meself
October 5, 2025 at 7:58 PM
I had nights when I was staying up late, all alone and staring into the abyss.
I ended up befriending the abyss, and now we occasionally hang out.
#meself
I ended up befriending the abyss, and now we occasionally hang out.
#meself
I am not trying to forget,
I stopped running,
I couldn’t no more,
I’ve broken just about
all of my mental bones,
nothing holds me together,
and I somehow
drift with the current,
I can’t fight
no more,
I can’t push myself.
I have to try
and live
somehow,
good luck
to me.
I stopped running,
I couldn’t no more,
I’ve broken just about
all of my mental bones,
nothing holds me together,
and I somehow
drift with the current,
I can’t fight
no more,
I can’t push myself.
I have to try
and live
somehow,
good luck
to me.
October 5, 2025 at 7:51 AM
I am not trying to forget,
I stopped running,
I couldn’t no more,
I’ve broken just about
all of my mental bones,
nothing holds me together,
and I somehow
drift with the current,
I can’t fight
no more,
I can’t push myself.
I have to try
and live
somehow,
good luck
to me.
I stopped running,
I couldn’t no more,
I’ve broken just about
all of my mental bones,
nothing holds me together,
and I somehow
drift with the current,
I can’t fight
no more,
I can’t push myself.
I have to try
and live
somehow,
good luck
to me.