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What do you MEAN I have new plot points for my book that change what I’ve planned and worked on for over three months??? 😭

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Seen.

⋆·˚ ༘ *𓁹𓁹⋆·˚ ༘ *

What I’ve had to witness,

Makes me unable to see distances,

What joy could lie that far.

What I was forced to see,

Left me colorblind with vivid memories,

No longer sweet dreams.

What I once beheld has changed,

And it will never return to the same

State I last seen it in,

And my soul wants to break free,

From the windows it peers from, now glassy,

Instead left to stare in agony.

It’s now all I know,

Flashing, haunting memories,

That I wish to not dream;

My eyes know the world too well,

Overflowing from this deceiving hell,

In droplets, tears that stream.

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Querencia

𖦹 *٭ 𓆣 𖢥 𓆣٭ * 𖦹

In my little nook, I hide,

Wait for grim days to go by,

Sip some tea, wait for star shine,

Anything to clear my mind.

Halting what dares to interrupt,

Words, now refurbished, now corrupt,

Wonderous promises, torn up,

I wash down with sips from my cup.

With each tick of my clock, I hide in comfort,

Relish in solitude until I’m not hurt,

Wait for my hope to resurrect from the dirt,

As the magic of my safe space does its work.

(I use this photo on my main blog’s intro post because I love it so much lol (photo link) And my bad if this isn’t as great as my other poems, I rushed on this one 😭)

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A Gift For Memory

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍋ɞ˚‧｡⋆

As soon as I step in,

My mind takes me right back,

To what laid dormant in me,

Days I no longer grasp,

As quaint as I recall,

The same warmth with no cold,

The scent of lemon candles—

It’s all returning home.

What lied in here replays,

The ghost of lively me,

Brimming bright at the table,

Life was blind of misery.

Paper boats perched right by,

Misshaped with precision,

Handiwork, sweat, paper cuts,

For me and my friends, and,

The scent of citrus soothed,

Our kitchen plants bloomed,

That specific moment shined,

Why in do storm clouds move?

It’s so overwhelming,

It’s so precious and sweet;

Here, I dined and created,

And now lies not one seat.

The candles have burned out;

It’s my mind playing tricks,

Those paper boats floated, gone-

God, I must leave- and quick.

Once I’ve reunited,

Once I’ve seen every room,

I leave memory a gift,

The tears of my gloom.

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“When the day rises,

I'll feel what l've been yearning,

And be dissected,

By her gentle fingertips,

And her enchanted kisses.”

｡ ₊°༺❤︎༻°₊ ｡

(Note: this is the first version of a tanka I wrote about new relationships; obviously, this doesn’t go with that prompt, but I really liked this version as well!)

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Friends.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

` When I sit with you,

My soul turns to glitter,

My musings muted;

I wish not to wither,

As my laughter brews,

And when you sit with me,

I hope you as well feel,

Like all of life’s pieces,

Glide into what’s ideal,

And gift you lovely glee. ’

(Image)

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“Oh, old me,

Hatred is a honed weapon,

And when you stab someone to flaunt,

It won’t be too pretty.”

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ـــــــــــــــــﮩ٨ـ

— a stanza from a poem I just wrote (it’s not posted here)

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Wanderlust.

˖𓍢ִ໋` ↟𖠰˚☀︎ᨒ↟𖠰˚˖𓍢ִ໋`

It’s all brick, beige and dull greys,

With pavement, endangered lush,

Despair on corners, crept in smog,

Fading out the last of color.

It’s the same walls every day,

The same few sights to behold,

Same ground to step my drab shoes onto,

Over, and over, and over and over…

This routine is killing me;

I wish to witness, peer out,

Past the buildings and industries,

Embrace the vibrant settings around,

Hiding from me.

Pictures are the glass windows,

That allow me to notice what it’s like,

But leave me begging and starving,

Yearning for a taste I won’t have soon.

I wish to feel time slow itself,

And take a leisure stroll with me,

Helping me seek novel things,

Instead of torturing my sanity—

How boredom and incompetence rots me,

As It shields me from the new air,

Locks me away from new lives,

Leaves me feeling the same blues,

More desperate for a change.

A sin I cannot overcome,

A temptation I cannot resist,

Support I cannot reach,

As I lie buried in wanderlust.

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Sunset.

-ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ-

A sky of warm hues,

Melting away with light blues,

For stars, they make room.

The sun slips away,

Preparing for the moon's stay,

And moonshine's cool bay.

The horizon veils,

And a sighs out a gentle gale,

Tepid air grows pale.

A canvas of skies,

Molding well into nighttime,

Whispering goodbye.

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Poem Prompt idea: Someone made a wish on a dandelion. They blew on the flower, scattering the puffs of seeds. Where does the dandelion puff go? What does it see? What is the secret wish of its own?

(I’m sorry for the late answer! 😭 I was on hiatus. But I hope you like this! If you have any criticisms or anything, you can let me know!)

The Dandelion Messenger.

𓇢𓆸 ‧₊˚༉ ❋ ‧₊˚.

In a soft blow, I float far elsewhere,

Holding hopes that heavens will be fair,

How this person put their hands in mine,

And slipped me their trust with a loose deadline.

Their sweet dreams are like a pristine present,

The most optimistic thing I have sent,

I’ll give this to the universe with care,

So this being’s foretold joy will be there.

I love when ones of the world,

With their lips and fingers curled,

Rely and utilize me,

To solve their poor tragedies,

Though it slightly withers me,

That I only send their pleas,

Leaving work to the divine,

And I fall into green or brine.

I am a useful tool,

Carrying the world’s pool,

Of begs and pleas,

I cannot dry or freeze.

And maybe my fingers, press,

Would speed up the long process,

Brightening the world’s days quick,

And all life is not once sick.

But I know the above wouldn’t let me;

I will stay stuck as a throw-away key,

I now go to the heavens, leaving the lands,

Then the sanguine wish is gone from my hands.

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“How about I write a short story that’ll take 10 minutes or less to read? That sounds fun-“

*Spends all day writing, editing, and rereading it*

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(This is the very first poem I’ve ever written; I wanted to show it!)

I Am Happy

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ ˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ ˚₊‧⁺⋆

I am Happy,

I am okay,

Today is great.

It’s just like any other day.

Today is great,

No pistol to my head,

I’m not a hostage,

I’m not being attacked until I’ve bled.

I am content,

I’m in good shape,

The relaxation of today is nice,

There’s no bruise throbbing on my nape.

I am safe,

I promise there’s no pain,

I am alright,

I have no need to complain.

How I word it might sound strange,

But I promise I’m alright.

I’ve been feeling free,

I have recently bathed in the sunlight.

I am happy,

This definitely has no secret meaning.

I might not last long,

But I’ll be grateful that right now I’m still breathing.

(If you’ve never seen my poems before, you should definitely read this one (my most recent poem Ive written and posted on here) or any of my poems on this blog to see the improvement ✨)

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Darks In The Dark.

‿̩͙ ⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙

Words look the same in the dark,

And with black blindfolding me,

I can’t find the light switch,

To light up the room and see the deceit.

Words sounds the same when hands,

Cover my eardrums, so I can’t understand,

The trembling pitches of voices,

The crumbling facade.

Words stand on their feet, alive,

But their truths stand in the heavens,

A barrier of worlds won’t let me reach,

Forcing me to remain grounded to earth.

With closed lids, I throw a dart,

Hoping to score a bullseye,

To win the prize of packaged trust,

With no adorned lies inside.

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im in desperate need of help, how do you write without completely crashing out? im struggling 😭

Hiii!! (First ask!! yippee!!)

One thing I like to do is loosely plan out what I want to happen or talk about in a piece (you can always look for inspiration from other work to help), then make a draft without worrying about editing its weaker parts until I’m completely done spilling out everything I wanted to say! (Non crash out approved 👍🏾)

Just write and worry later! (No matter how hard it is 😭)

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So writers joke a lot about "drinking the tears of our readers", but I want to be so honest with you when I tell you that making you cry isn't our real goal. Making you feel is.

Kicking your feet? Giggling? Can't stop smiling? And yes, crying? Feeling anything, everything. That's our goal. That means we did The Job.

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Love, Your Secret Admirer

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

A whole world flashes through my eyes,

As soon as I see your bright smile,

A planet with just love, surprise,

But won’t be discovered for a while.

Falling for you, my favorite pastime,

And melting in a stew of my mind,

I swoon from watching you just one time,

And blush red when your presence reminds.

Standing behind as a silhouette,

My words too scared to be unveiled yet,

Ever since the moment we first met,

I knew your heart, I could never forget.

Crumbled notes with scribbled ink,

Sweet words, truth in shaky print,

Filled margins with love that brinks,

With no signature, no hint.

Every day, I hear you speak of me,

Of the admirer you wanna meet,

How pretty this ‘guy’ seems, how friendly,

Yet I’m the girl you’re eager to greet.

Maybe you’d like to see our world too,

And my discreet heart’s attempts pull through,

My most desperate thoughts hope you do,

That you know me, you have a clue.

But there’s a chance your smile will fall,

And I would fight the urge to bawl,

What if I have ruined it all?,

And out of our world, I will crawl?

So, I write this so you’re weary,

Of the girl— or guy — I might be,

Either way, I hope you’ll still love me.

- love, your secret admirer.

(Note: I wrote something extra gay for pride month!! Happy pride!! Homophobic people aren’t allowed on this writing blog!)

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I Can’t Give You My Heart.

₊˚⊹♡ ₊˚⊹

If it tore,

My life would tear too,

If it broke,

There would be nothing left to do,

It’s a drum set,

Life banging a musical tempo,

Steady or spiked,

Depending on mood flow,

My heart can ache,

But it’s not a good sign,

It can ooze with anguish,

But it’s not too divine,

Moves blue to my veins,

And sweeps out trash, waste,

Vital to my life,

My inner body embraces,

I can’t give you my heart,

For I’d be no longer,

I wouldn’t bleed,

With you I wouldn’t wander.

(I can’t remember if I posted this one or not but oh well)