Remi Akers

Joined January 2021

17 stories

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Remi is a poet and Young Adult fantasy/contemporary writer. They are a nonbinary demi-androromantic asexual who has chronic pain and fatigue. They like to write all things dark, queer, and cozy.

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Frights coalesce Friends collide In our colossal freight-train-catastrophe world. Calamity festers in the wreckage
By Remi Akers4 years ago in Poets
field of flowers
There’s something strong and dark hiding near you. Every time you close your eyes, every time you fall asleep, it creeps in. It slips through
By Remi Akers4 years ago in Poets
Ajar
I hear voices whisper in my head. I see colors, but then they turn to red. I touch spirits but they all smell of death,
By Remi Akers4 years ago in Poets
Cracked Glass
You watch as the sun turns the snow to glass. You avoid its scalding gaze but you’re dying to ask Where the sun gets its magic from,
By Remi Akers5 years ago in Poets
Light as a Feather
I am forced to smile—to laugh As you lie to my face —an act unbeknownst to you; A sanctity too buried within That you can not see
By Remi Akers5 years ago in Poets
Marshmallow Fields
The road ahead is muted. My thoughts are convoluted. I distract myself for my own protection And catch a glimpse of the sun’s reflection
By Remi Akers5 years ago in Poets
Violet Times
Purple is a door A start A shelter A seat at the table Full of hearts that made this home And hands that guided me
By Remi Akers5 years ago in Poets
Are you still sleeping?
Here, Lost someplace in the expanse of universe, A whole world exists. People worship power, people fear curses, And people live by rules in arbitrary structures.
By Remi Akers5 years ago in Poets
(De)realization
Catch myself staring but it’s never at you. My body rests here while my mind traverses. Planted feet on the ground, hoping for a breakthrough.
By Remi Akers5 years ago in Poets
Pretense
Empty gestures Remove responsibility . Distance yourself—you’re separate From my existence now . How can you reserve the right to look hurt when I turn you away?
By Remi Akers5 years ago in Poets
Screams that Make No Sound
Hidden under a stack of labels. You’ll never find me ‘til you unravel Me from your tangled web of misconceptions. I’m not invisible of my own volition;
By Remi Akers5 years ago in Poets
Bitter Cup
This space isn’t a home, it’s a prison. Beige walls creep closer, I am missing pieces of my soul. This roof is no shelter from the storm inside.
By Remi Akers5 years ago in Poets

Remi Akers

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detriment

field of flowers

Ajar

Cracked Glass

Light as a Feather

Marshmallow Fields

Violet Times

Are you still sleeping?

(De)realization

Pretense

Screams that Make No Sound

Bitter Cup

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