#I tried writing a poem for the first time

[atorturedpoetsquill]

| God, oh God

Lately, I have had this thought,

a worry, a misery, fastened in a knot,

In a web of fear,

In a whirlwind of despair,

oh God, oh God, oh God!

Darkness creeping into my veins,

Fogged vision, restless pains,

Silent whimpers, quite refrains,

Lost in the labyrinth, my mind enchained,

Oh God, oh God, oh God!

Darkest nights, cold and bleak,

Show me light, set me ablaze,

In your arms, the strength I seek,

Guide me through this hedge maze,

Oh God, oh God, I pray.

by Willow

[crossbackpoke-check]

Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today [abridged], Jess Zimmerman

part one | part two

[caputvulpinum]

hospitality

I've set the table. I've lit the candles. I've let the flour and water meet each other, and then let them become dough, which I kneaded and then allowed to rest, and then I kneaded and then allowed to rest, and then I've gently placed her in the oven eager to see how far she can rise.

[northern-passage]

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!

[l0rd-0f-c0ws]

I frequently feel completely isolated no matter how much I talk to people. So that's fun

[destinyandcoins]

bruh idk what's the damage on all those spiteful writers who have to have a twist ending and change shit at the last minute when people guess what's going on. when someone speculates about an upcoming twist or catches on to what I've been doing I light up like the fucking vegas strip at dusk

[creatediana]

“Crossed Out” - a Petrarchan sonnet written 12/08/2022

[just-jammin]

they say "art is limited and suffering can inspire it" but i don't fuckin' know how my suffering even works and i can't make art about it without making me sound like a whiny broken record

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 323

Adjective: Grey

Noun: Treeline

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Grey: of a color intermediate between black and white, as of ashes or lead; (of the weather) cloudy and dull; (of a person) having gray hair; (informal) relating to old people collectively; (of a person's face) pale, as through tiredness, age, or illness; without interest or character, or dull and nondescript; (of financial or trading activity) not accounted for in official statistics

Treeline: (on a mountain) the line or altitude above which no trees grow; (in high northern (or southern) latitudes) the line north (or south) of which no trees grow; (in high northern (or southern) latitudes) the line north (or south) of which no trees grow

[desertskiespodcast]

I tried to write a novel. Not once. Not twice. But about 12 times. Here's how that would play out: 1. I sit down and knock out 10 pages 2. I share it with someone 3. They say "It's goooood" like it's not good 4. I ask for critical feedback 5. They say, "Well....the plot just moves so quickly. So much happens in the first few pages it doesn't feel natural." So I'd write more drafts. I'd try to stretch out the story. I would add dialogue that I tried to make interesting but thought was boring. I would try including environment and character descriptions that felt unnecessary, (why not just let people imagine what they want?) Anyways, I gave up trying to write because in my mind, I wasn't a fiction writer. Maybe I could write a phonebook or something. But then I made a fiction podcast, and I waited for the same feedback about the fast moving plot, but guess what??? Podcasts aren't novels. The thing that made my novels suck became one of the things that made Desert Skies work. I've received some criticism since the show started, but one thing I don't receive regular complaints about is being overly-descriptive or longwinded. In fact, the opposite. It moves fast enough that it keeps peoples attention. I always felt I had a knack for telling stories but spent years beating myself up because I couldn't put those stories into novel form. The problem wasn't me. The problem was the tool I was trying to use. All that to say: If, in your innermost parts you may know that you're a storyteller but you just can't write a book, don't give up right away. You can always do things to get better and there's a lot of good resources. But if you do that for a while and novel writing just isn't your thing, try making a podcast, or creating a comic, or a poem, or a play, or a tv script. You might know you're an artist but suck at painting. Try making a glass mosaic, or miniatures, or try charcoal portraits, or embroider or collage. You might know you're a singer, but opera just isn't working out. Why not yodel? I could keep listing out examples, but the point is this. Trust your intuitions when it comes to your creative abilities, but don't inhibit yourself by becoming dogmatic about which medium you can use to express that creativity. Don't be afraid to try something new. Don't be afraid to make something new. You might just find the art form that fits the gift you knew you always had, and what it is might surprise you

[wordsarefakeokay]

I am a soldier wounded in a war never requested

I am a wounded pup whimpering in the middle of the night

This wound isn't only physical

This scar won't only represent the fall

I am the puppy's mom gently adjusting my bandages

I am my nurse, my patient, my therapist and my sister

Because my wound wasn't the only casualty this war

I acknowledge your pain in this strife as well

I hope you remember you are enough

I hope you remember you are loved

I hope you remember you have found your tribe and they are with you

I hope I'll be ready to join after we recover

I'm sorry I left another scar for you

We're sisters but we're strangers

We have work to do individually

Then we can work on this again one day

Remember that big sis: one day

I'll love you and miss you in the meantime

Keep fighting for your life and I'll hear about it again one day

In the meantime I'll learn to walk again without you by my side

May we meet again

[emilicious0]

lucifer headcannons (sfw and nsfw)

sfw

□ he is a hugger, like a BIG one (takes every opportunity to wrap his hands around you)

□ has many hyperfixations that he will share with you

□ loves to play with your hair

□ mostly a small spoon, but can be a big spoon as well

□ loves to spoil you and charlie: "everything for my two favorite girls"

□ falls asleep on your lap

□ hyper protective and can be too possesive

□ amazing cook

□ reads and creates fanfiction of you and him (even if you are already together)

□ if I am being honest he expresses his love in a lot of different artistic ways: he draws you two together, writes poems, sings etc.

□ can easily get jealous, but tries not to show it (he fails)

□ can talk about you all day

□ please get him a pet name, he will love it to the point when he cannot function normally, when you call him by his first name

nsfw

□ somebody already had this as their headcannon, but he loves when you ride his face

□ I feel like he is a switch

□ loves to hear you moan

□ kinda into humiliation and degradation, but not too much

□ loves to call you "darling"

□ is getting hard really fast, but never does anything about it himself, he always waits for you

□ REALLY into edging

□ if you two doing it, you're doing it for a long time (never a fast, he is taking his time with you)

□ it is always about love first, he never fails to show how much you mean to him

[queerstudiesnatural]

also sorry i haven't looked at anything i've been tagged in in the past like. well since i left in september lol. i'm sorry i'm back but my brain is only half working. i can scroll and reblog but i can't read :/

[alasblogpoetry]

red ink.

[The image is a piece of lined notebook paper written and doodled all over with red ink. The central part of the paper contains a poem, with its title "red ink." written above and to the side. All around the poem are little doodles, such as squiggles, spirals, hearts, math formulae, geometric drawings, crossed out words like "splatter." and "mind.", zigzags, arrows, and other little things. The handwriting of the poem gradually becomes less organized, messier, and less consistent. The text of the poem is below]

Mind a splatter of red ink. A straight line with a sudden kink, Across the page, from Letters to Digits to Squiggles to Art to this very Poem, falling apart, starting again, forgetting the old, inventing a new, spilling a heart, and leaking a Mind a splatter of red ink. A straight line bursting into a spiral, losing and finding, forgetting to blink, to breathe, to logic, but never to think, to create, to invent, a Thought, an Idea, a Protest, a One of a kind, an almost but then neverMind a splatter of red ink. a line with a Kink, forgetting to Blink, but never to Think, from squiggles to Art, falling apart, spilling the Heart, a one of a Kind, but then never

[jeankluv]

loml - Gojo Satoru

summary: You read the letter that Satoru left behind, his last words to you, with all the love he had.

tags: heavy angst, character death, no happy ending, canon universe, manga spoilers (I guess)

note: sorry… but I got emotional with Gojo writing letters for his students and this came to me. Sorry again 🩶

Jujutsu Kaisen materialist

You are the love of my life

That’s what Satoru would say on a spring day when you were 20.

You are the love of my life

He would say whenever he kissed you before sleeping.

You are the love of my life 

He would whisper while embracing you, after a long day of missions.

You are the love of my life 

He would say whenever he had the opportunity, it didn't matter if it was just the two of you or in front of the whole world.

You are the love of my life

He said before leaving you to fight Sukuna on that cold Christmas Eve.

To the loml

That was the first thing your eyes saw on the letter that Shoko handed you. The loml You read again. And again.

You smiled a bit, “loml” why not write love of my life instead?

Your hands were cold, you blamed the cold winter, but the reality was that you were frozen staring at that envelope, your hands unable to tear the paper to read what was inside. Your chest hurt, the cold air stabbed your lungs like daggers, and you could barely breathe.

You made a small opening with your nails and pulled out the paper, which was neatly folded. With your eyes already stinging, you unfolded it.

“To the love of my life,

I don’t know how to start this, I don’t even know how to put down everything I want to tell you. But god, I pray you never have to read this silly and embarrassing letter.

But if you do… I’m sorry, I didn’t get to keep my promise, I’m really sorry.

You crying? Please don’t do it, you look beautiful too when you cry, but thinking about how much pain I’m probably causing you breaks my heart.

I will try to make you smile with this letter, is that alright? I hope you said yes. 

Remember when we met? It was the first day of our first year, you looked so beautiful, your red cheeks and shy smile. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I think that what I fell for you right after seeing you was love, light. You were mesmerizing. 

You still are.

Now, you remember how Suguru used to look like a complete emo boy during that time, with all his hair down and everything? You know, I used to be so jealous when you were combing his hair. I wanted to be him so badly, but my hair was too short. Thank god he learned how to do it himself.

But honestly, I told him to, he was getting on my nerves.”

A chuckle escaped your lips as you read that, you knew that at some point Satoru felt a bit jealous of Suguru, because you used to spend more time together. 

But the truth is that Suguru was always trying to help you with Satoru, he was his best friend and he knew him better than anyone. You regret never telling Satoru about that, about the fact you were both crushing each other since the very beginning. 

Looking up to the sky you tried to make your tears disappear, but they didn’t. You sniffed your nose and kept on reading the letters that were already covered with tears from your eyes.

“Remember when I took Tsumiki and Megumi in? We had been dating for what? 4 months? Your face was a poem when I showed up at your apartment with two kids and presented them to you. 

You were an excellent mother to them, they loved you so much. 

I remember the birthdays, how we would prepare their cakes or in Christmas, how we used to sneak out of bed to leave the presents for them. I would always thought; oh god, I want to marry her. I want to spend the rest of my days with her. Have a family with her.

But you know, reality always hit me the second after. What our jobs are, the risks, everything… And I always wondered. Do I want to put you through that? What if I leave one day? I didn’t  want my children to grow up without their father or mother. 

I hated it, but I loved it. I loved fighting curses and strong opponents but I hated not knowing what it was to have a normal life, a normal relationship. 

I know you used to hate how I used to spy on you whenever you had a solo mission, but every time you went on a solo mission I was scared, terrified. I was afraid that the phone would ring and Shoko would tell me that you were no longer there. It scared me so much.

But now the one who must have been truly scared was you… I just hope you didn’t see the fight, but I know how stubborn you are and you were probably there, without blinking. I’m sorry I made you suffer, I don’t know what happened, but I’m sorry you’re crying for me. 

I’ll say it again, I hope you never read this letter, because it was never necessary… 

In the end I didn’t make you laugh with the letter, right? 

Forgive me, sweetheart. 

I love you, more than anything in this life. You are and always will be the love of my life. But if I leave and I’m not with you anymore, please, don’t close yourself off, don’t isolate yourself.

Live, be happy, smile, because that smile of yours is the warmest thing in this world.

Light up everyone else's world, just like you did with mine when we were 15 and you gave me that smile at our first meeting.

I love you forever 

— The love of your life, Satoru.”

A sob escaped your lips and you pressed the letter to your chest. Your face was completely soaked by your tears and your breathing was ragged, you could barely breathe. 

“Why Satoru? Why you?” You said between sobs.

You wanted that life he was talking about, you wanted to have him with you again, why couldn't it be like that?

He was gone and you were there, holding a piece of paper he left behind, with his last words, his last thoughts. 

You didn’t want to let it go, you couldn’t. If you let him go… You would start to forget things, moments you lived, his smell, his laugh, his voice, his look, you couldn't let him go. You couldn't let go of the love of your life. You didn't want to.

The minutes started to pass and the sun, which was once shining on the sky, was now gone. 

Your name was called. “You have to enter or you will catch a cold…”

“Just a bit more…” You said and you heard the sigh. 

“C’mon.” You felt how they took your arm and pulled you in. “You need to take your medicine, remember?” You nodded. “That letter is really special to you, right? You always read it.” 

“Yeah…” You whispered. 

“From someone special in your life?” 

Yeah… from someone you already could only remember from pictures, from someone whose voice was a distant memory, from someone whose smell was long gone, whose laugh wasn’t around anymore. 

And it hadn’t been around for the last 60 years… 

“Yeah… from the love of my life…” You paused. “The loss of my life...” You whispered. 

The room felt silent for an instant. “Your son and grandkids are here…” The nurse whispered.

And a faint smile appeared on your face as you looked at the door. “Hi my sweet babies…” The kids ran towards you and jumped to your bed.

“Granny! Could you tell us the stories about you and your friends fighting those monsters?”

“Again?” You smiled.

“Yeah, please!” 

“Alright, alright…” You chuckled. “So long time ago…” 

[infernalinvert]

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