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arcanewonder · 2 months
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poemsonmars · 5 months
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i am tired of being
afraid of everything.
i step into the fog
with open arms,
and it amazes me
how much it feels like rain.
i think i could drown myself
in anything if i really tried.
-mars
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mdemn · 4 months
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“I’ve been thinkin’..” “Oh yeah? I’ll call the papers.”
a literate passion: letters of anaïs nin & henry miller, 1932-1953 - anaïs nin, mafia: definitive edition (2020), intifada incantation: poem #8 for b.b.L. - june jordan, mafia: definitive edition (2020), tumblr user heavensghost, no light no light - florence + the machine, mafia: definitive edition (2020), a self-portrait in letters - anne sexton
my kofi!
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env0writes · 28 days
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A Gust of Words Vol. 4, 8.22.24 “The Book of Life”
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I skimmed the book of life And found myself, what? Thirty-two and greying Already preparing to fade away Was the sky always so destined to be blue Telephone wires far from view Cloudless, starless night Between the mass-printed paperback cover Life flies so fast I skipped Winter, Spring, and Summer It feels as though Autumn is here too soon When did it become August What breeze blew me over Spun me round I fled the Widwest alley’s Tornado’s my friend, nor foe, no more Where in life did it say the word fair When not followed by weather Fair-colored complexion Multi-home complex The units are in houses The unit is the home I can’t afford one unit One litre One ounce One life How do I weigh this life The book is only half a pound Yet its mass is immeasurable I flipped the pages too fast And here I am Busy looking back at what I missed Scared of what Is on the pages ahead I keep turning pages and more appear Will it end? How far – how near?
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mumblingsage · 1 month
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I think I've recommended it in passing a few times, but writers seeking more craft books: I would run, not walk, in the direction of Matthew Salesses's Craft in the Real World. It's one of the most exciting books on writing that I've read in years (up there with Ron Carlson Writes a Story, Samuel Delaney's The Jewel-Hinged Jaw, Kim Addonizio's The Poet's Companion and June Casagrande's It Was the Best of Sentences, It Was the Worst of Sentences). I think it might be most helpful if you've already read some other books on craft--it's a sort of 201-level response to 101-level advice, and if you aren't familiar with the 101 advice you might miss some of the significance. But parts like the revision exercises definitely stand on their own.
Salesses re-evaluates and explores a lot of common writing ""rules"" with the understanding of how culturally contingent they are, and how this is a disservice to writers and readers from backgrounds and cultures outside the presumed "norm." At the same time, he offers modifications of the tools and new techniques/new ways of thinking of old techniques. I'm in the middle of his re-definitions of terms. For instance, Salesses recommends looking at Characterization as "What makes one character different from everyone else." Character + Story Arcs are "What changes or fails to change." Craft itself is "a set of expectations."
Lightbulb moments everywhere.
(While I'm sending out book advice: for less 'exciting' but super solid grounding in techniques designed for nonfiction but applicable broadly, try anything by Roy Peter Clark. Ursula K. Le Guin's Steering the Craft is short but rich; it's one of my first recommendations to writers just getting started on reading craft advice. In the Palm of Your Hand is another poetry workbook that has advice on vocabulary, detail, and narrative that applies well to fiction too. For anyone looking into self-publishing, it's out of print and parts are dated but if you can secure a used copy through your library or secondhand sales, Catherine Ryan Howard's Self-Printed: The Sane Person's Guide to Self-Publishing is hugely informative and amusingly written.)
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vividiangelo · 1 year
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Abuse can feel like love.
Why?
Because starving people will eat up anything.
-Penelope Douglas(Nightfall)
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vvvitch · 4 months
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barbara kingsolver "the poisonwood bible" // cormac mccarthy "the road" // hozier "blood upon the snow" // toni morrison "song of solomon" // mariana enriquez "our share of night" // gabriel garcia marquez "one hundred years of solitude" // william shakespeare "hamlet" // rupi kaur "milk and honey" // sylvan esso "funeral singers" // the jayhawks "tampa to tulsa" // sylvan esso "coming back to you" // bon iver "stacks"
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daughterofchaosstuff · 5 months
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‧₊˚ ☁️𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬,
𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭.˚‧。⋆🌻⋆。‧˚
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skid-the-mighty-poet · 2 months
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northern-passage · 1 year
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i wrote a 500 word dynamic poem for neo-twiny jam :-)
i rewrote this in a few different ways with a handful of different drafts before settling on just doing a poem; this originally came from a full branching narrative i've had stewing for a while, and i might come back to it one day. but for now i enjoyed channeling that into this poem, which has also been very influenced by the fact that i've been writing hungry vampires for almost 2 months now.... it was also my first time messing with audio in twine, which ended up being way easier than i expected (i'm sure it helped that i only used one audio sample tho)
faith does contain sexual content, and while not super explicit, it is the main theme of the poem.
anyways hope you enjoy and check out the other entries here!
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an-admiring-bog · 3 months
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your flashlight is a single white line in the dark
until you aim it into the pool
and the light dives, shatters, glides
brings still water to life.
your smile is flickering blue
as you hold my hand.
we take three steps and fly,
and as we break the surface the light leaps in greeting.
when we come up you turn it off, and we are alive
in the dark, together.
@nosebleedclub prompts:July 4: light on the pool
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poemsonmars · 6 months
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it is late and i am alone,
sitting on the front porch,
and i wish, more than almost
anything else, that i had someone
that wanted to sit with me.
someone to look at the stars with
on the nights when the weather
is nice and the clouds
feel like sharing their secrets.
someone that will ask me
to stop by the store on my way home
and pick up a couple of bottles
of that champagne that we like.
someone to wake up with
the next morning,
instead of sleeping in,
because a walk in the park
and a sit by a fountain
cures everything, even hangovers.
someone that will share
those kinds of secrets with me.
someone to stop me from arguing
by reaching over and
plucking a few flowers for me.
someone to say, "here,
i know these will make you sneeze,
but i also know you would rather
have them and be sneezy
than not have them at all."
i want someone
for the little moments.
i want someone that gets
that the little moments
aren't little at all.
-mars
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getcareless · 7 months
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Triolet Poem #7
I love you to infinity. My heart is never coming back. It's soaring with tranquility. I love you to infinity. No one can ever mimic me. The blood inside is running black. I love you to infinity. My heart is never coming back.
  "To Infinity", JEP
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env0writes · 1 month
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A Gust of Words Vol. 4, 8.20.24 “Irish Woodsman”
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With burnished branded battled-axe I set about my daily tasks With downcast eyes Beneath overcast skies I move about my day Avoiding those who nay
I’ll break asunder log and strife To warm my home and wife Not many come to speak to me When, in my hand, they see I go about my day the same And go home the way I came
The bronzed sky above the clouds Above my brow and above the crowds Turns the evening’s yellowed greens To fields of luster so gold it preens How beautiful the nature glow Am I at peace amidst its show?
I walk about without much hesitation Upon my tongue alliteration Two weapons tall to always tell Another fellow ways to Hell I dare not look upon the sky above For fear of shit that’s fallen from a dove
No stain upon my lips, my word No wrath from Heaven sent incurred
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seyvia · 1 year
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☁️ *.as Gentle as the Clouds.* ☁️
cc~ hair @dogsill / baby hairs @ceeproductions / earrings @liliili-sims4 / blush @saruin / face shine @twisted-cat
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sleepytimegal777 · 1 year
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1. It - Stephen King / 2. Louise Bourgeois / 3. Wuthering Heights - Emily Brontë / 4. Untitled - Jasmin R / 5. Succession (2018-2023) - Church and State / 6. King Lear - William Shakespeare
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