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[ancientroyalblood]

The Impact of Poetry in Prose: Weaving Verses into Narratives

Prose and poetry often dance hand in hand, intertwining to create narratives that transcend the boundaries of traditional fiction. The fusion of poetic elements within prose is a captivating art form that adds depth, beauty, and a rhythmic flow to storytelling. Let’s explore how the infusion of poetry enriches narratives, imbuing them with emotional resonance and literary allure. The Harmony of…

[kuptemikravu]

the fact that my parents fight so much

the fact that they tear the other person’s heart apart with all the ugly things they do not even mean while they’re saying them

and all i can do about it is nothing because there’s nothing more i could say to them

everything was already said

the love that had once hold our ceiling, painted walls and ticked in the clock has simply blown away 

somewhere where people deserve it and where they’re ready to fight for it

[hyphenbasu]

Forgotten.

Forgotten letters with cheap ballpoint pens in funky colours because that's not who we were then.

Letters with a squiggle on the side, a scribble in every sentence. You didn't mind them, then.

Forgotten pasta bakes in the corridor at three a.m. with plastic forks and stolen teaspoons, giggling like thirteen year olds, because we were thirteen year olds.

Pasta bakes that had a crunch every now and again. You didn't mention that, then.

Forgotten lyrics on scraps of used notebook paper, lyrics to forgotten songs, songs from forgotten albums.

You're still humming them, aren't you?

[bizarre-journal]

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[marlasomething]

A little bit late but here it is the #book of the month according to my mom's #bookcalendar #2018 It was supposed to be #thespleenofparis but I couldn't find it as itself so...I downloaded #poetryinprose also by #charlesbaudelaire I chose #effietrinket from #thehungergames as this month #funkopop bcs #baudelaire critised a too banal society...ops! Sounds familiar? #tinyeffie #ebook #popfigure #photo #april #april2018 #myedit

[planetresham]

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[wadeinfadeout]

Friendsgiving Weekend Was Beautiful

As I have been posting about for a while, the past few weeks of my life have been especially hard: both because of the things that have been happening but also just because I have been in a generally bad place.

But since Wednesday, it was like I got to escape from all of that for a while. Wednesday night I was planning on just staying in and studying with some of my friends here in Austin, but then Matt asked if I wanted to take a spontaneous road trip to San Antonio. It was the middle of the week, I had an 8am class the next day, but of course I still said yes. So him, me, and my friend Caylee got in the car and drove to SA during the height of traffic. Matt went to drink with some other friends while Caylee and I went to see Maddie and two of our other friends and we all just had a great time. Then, since Maddie was planning to come to Austin a few days later anyway, her, I, Caylee, and Matt drove back to Austin at about 4 in the morning because we are just responsible like that.

Despite getting home at almost 6am and despite my best friend being in town, I somehow made it to my Brit Lit class at 8 in the morning on time. Then after a particularly bad conversation with my dad over lunch, Maddie and I went on adventures around Austin. First we went to Nature’s Treasure where I got my first ever stone: Selenite. She told me that it enhances safety when you take it with you and, after some more family drama later that same day, I actually feels like just having it really did make me feel more secure. Then, after the gem store, we went to the graffiti park at Castle Hill. Maybe it’s just a bunch of walls where people spray paint random shit. But there was something so beautiful about walking around and climbing on walls where so many different people had plastered their souls. I’ve always loved collective art, but this was a mark that even tho so many different people feel so many different ways and think so many different ways, the collection of those feelings turns into a mess that is nothing less than a work of art and beauty. At the top of the hill we sat and looked at the skyline of Austin and I just thought that even though a lot of shit had gone down since I moved to Austin (from traumatic to beautiful and life changing) this was the city that held so many of my memories: a city that I have touched so much of and that has touched me back for better or for worse. And for better or for worse I got to show this place that has shaped me to my best friend. That made me so happy. Then we were tired so we battled traffic (all while jamming out to random ass music) and made it back to my apartment where we watched Steven Universe and just had a grand time not doing almost anything at all. Just hanging out, playing video games, and eating junk food. My brother came and drama went down and kind of unhinged from complete sleep deprivation and emotional distress for a while. But I was glad that I wasn’t alone during that. It made me realize that I really do have people who are there.

Friday came around and I missed every single one of my classes. Instead I spent the time catching up on sleep (which made me feel 300x better), hanging out with Matt and Maddie while watching an Atheism v. Christianity debate, and then showing Maddie around campus. Later in the afternoon Maddie and I got into the car for another roadtrip to SA to pick up her boyfriend. The drive was tiring but also healing (as they all are) just to hear what the road has to say about everything that had been going on. When we got back to Austin with Alex, a bunch of my ATX friends came over and we got wasted on the cheap-ass, plastic-bottle vodka that Maddie had brought to town with her. We then tried to go to a club, but four of us, independently, got kick out of the club for different reasons at the exact same time (which was maybe twenty minutes after we got there). But for twenty minutes we smoked and grinded and let our hair down as a way to say “fuck everything else, we’re going to have a good time right now.” And we did. When we got back we drank more and I don’t remember a lot but I remember ending up on the balcony with Caylee and Maddie having really deep conversations and allowing the alcohol to bring us closer than maybe we would be comfortable getting if we were sober. And it was like one of the most coming-of-age-movie moments ever but I guess there’s a reason people love those movies so much. Because we were all free when we spend so much time feeling bound to everything in our lives. The chains were broken that night. I fell asleep that night so elated that the people I love in my life all became friends with each other. It was such a great feeling.

Finally Saturday came around, the day of Friendsgiving (which is why all of this was happening in the first place). We spent most of the day buying food, cooking food, and recovering from our lingering-drunk-hangovers. I made a really awesome baked mac and cheese and it would have been perfect but Alex dropped the entire tray while taking it out of the oven. The moment after it happened, I’m not going to lie, I was kind of pissed. But then I looked at it and started cracking up. I wasn’t even mad for more than a second because why would I be mad? My really close friends and I witnessed a movie-like moment and we all have sense of humors and it was one of the funniest things that could have happened. So, what do we do? We scraped up the mac and cheese, carefully avoiding the burnt/charred bits, put it back in the pan, and brought it and the rest of our food to Friendsgiving at Matt’s apartment. The energy at friendsgiving was a lot lower than I had expected because most people there had already gotten high. It turned into a lot of people eating and sitting on their phones. There were some really great moments when we went on the balcony to smoke but overall it was just much different than I had expected. Then we took bong hits and they turned on this really weird movie and it was just...weird so eventually most people (including us) left. Maddie, Alex, and I spent the rest of our night playing Chances Are and Truth or Dare and it was just like old times sitting in their apartment and, for me, it couldn’t have been a radder way to end the weekend they spent in Austin.

I said goodbye to Maddie, Alex, Devi, and her boyfriend Matt this morning and, doing so I knew I was saying goodbye to the way I felt this weekend too. After hugging them all goodbye this morning I went up to my apartment and found myself full-on crying for the first time in a while. Not just because I really miss my friends and the life I had in San Antonio but because I liked the person I was this weekend because I felt free and I don’t want to lose that person now that their isn’t a constant reason to be. Just I want to be able to find that person always and after this weekend I think I’m getting there. I just also think getting there requires a lot of big steps that scare me but now I feel like I’m ready to do it.

This weekend didn’t actually mean anything. I mean it was just a bunch of kids doing stupid shit and getting kicked out of clubs: but it still meant a lot to me because it was a break from reality and gave me other feelings that I still feel. It gave me a chance to be exactly who I am with people I know love and support me and, in case I haven’t said it a million times, these people who I have just spent an hour writing about, they all mean the entire world to me. I really don’t think there is anything I wouldn’t do for them. I am lucky as fuck for every single on of them. So that’s that. My everything could be absolutely nothing but this is my story and I realized it’s time I start writing it in a way that matters to me.

[definegodliness]

Your blog is absolutely amazing,just felt like telling you.

Well, thank you for making my day :)I’ve noticed you’ve just started a writing tumblr, looking forward to reading more from you!

Thanks again, hope you’re having a wonderful day :)

[asseenbygeralddine]

Dreamless.

When I was kid I was always told that sleep was a space in which your mind could wander – a place of peace; a type of sanctuary.  The cruel reality is that not all are endowed with the “aha” moment, That, “you’re the one,” “there’s no place I’d rather be because you’d rather be with no one but me,” moment.  Some of us are doomed to nightmares lived, to just never know for sure, to fight for the honey moments - the cuddles & the giggles, the smile that sends tingle to every single skin cell & fades too soon even if it lasted till tomorrow.  Just doomed to give every layer until the string on which we dangle is threadbare beyond repair and dreams aren’t the most talented seamstress.  My sanctuary is dreamless. As my deepest desires are being ripped from my arms, my vision of my happiness dependably discarded, I dance it off exquisitely.  & even though it’s dark, it’s quiet above the waltz, and I can see escape vividly.

[kuptemikravu]

bridge over a highway

yesterday, i was catching small lights in my hands, laughing and dancing on a bridge over a nearby highway,

there’s something so utterly dangerous about looking at the cars rushing furiously beneath you and thinking of where each of them is heading,

whether they need to see someone who’s dying for the last time, or maybe there’s a woman in labour in the car, or they’re driving to see a person that they had an awful fight with and they’re trying to save the last pieces of their love,

or maybe it’s just a few confused kids who are driving through the night enlighted by a full moon (it was scorpio full moon then), reaching for something they don’t even understand

[hyphenbasu]

Hangover Convenience

I'll wake up and watch you leave. And then again. And then. Again.

You come back, but you don't spell it out, so I'm waiting by the door, waiting for a sign, and there's always a sign, right? Just like the movies?

I'm watching the doorknob, and it's not turning and I know you're away and happy, and you're away! And you're happy!

You're laughing at jokes that aren't mine and you're drinking your wine at noon and I'm not supposed to worry?

I'll wake up and watch you fall asleep. And then wake up. And then fall back asleep.

You're breathing now and you're breathing again and you're here now and you're here, still.

And now you're not. But you are, I know you are, but why is it that I only miss you when you're around?

[alwaysfindinglife-blog]

Day 14: Compromise

Compromise. Thinking, I should do this, or that, or this, or that, in order to make someone happy. In order to keep someone happy. Thinking in definitives and infinitives. 

"If you do this, THIS WILL HAPPEN."

Will it thouigh? I am all for understanding and predicting the statistical outcomes of life. But when someone is so sure of something, you have to think, is it a fallacy, is it something deeper, a defense mechanism of sorts? And if they say no, it's none of the above, then are they some kind of seer or psychic?

Do you listen to them? Do you compromise morals, do you shift a very core aspect of your life? Or do you stand your ground. 

If I throw this quarter in the air, it will fall back down. Unless there is some sort of magnet attached to the ceiling I throw it at. 

Ripple. How much do your simple actions ripple in to oceans? I have always been one to throw stones in to the water. Seeing outcomes. Not caring much as to who or what it affects. Because amazing things happen. Unlikely things. Shooting stars, crazy people, winning prizes, laughing endlessly, breaking glass, human pyramids.

Don't get me wrong. Comrpomise is necesarry, in every friendship, relationship, and family nucleus you have. 

Compromise is necesarry.

Many things.

Necesarry.

[hyphenbasu]

Travel with me, won't you?

You'd kiss me in Prague, in Alexandria you'd hold my hand

We'd grin, waiting in countless airports, watching the planes land

I'd show you Shanghai, you'd show me the Alps, that was the deal.

We'd walk by the ruins of Machu Picchu, maybe get a local meal.

All those plans, all those maps we pored over, and I'll still never tire of watching you dream

You drive like a Mustang, you're a ray of light, a fucking sunbeam

And for all the wonders in the world we might see, new, old and somewhere in between

You're still the best place I've been.

[hyphenbasu]

I Fell in Love with A Cellist and Other Things I wish for

Violet kisses in the rain

Indigo lips just barely brushing my neck

Blue fingernails scraping across your back

Green eyes locking, intense, and still somehow feeling lighter than anything can or should be

Yellow bows, over strings that have stories that a vat of coffee wouldn't be enough to tell

Orange skies, as you wait, one in a crowd, and you know the train, as it pulls up, is music, the screeches and thuds are just misunderstood, like you

Red hair, I brush away from your face, and I forget how to breathe as you smile, stopping me just short of telling you that all those castles I've been telling you about, they're all for you

[hyphenbasu]

To all the artists I have loved and will love.

Paint my curves

With your words

So sweet, like honey.

Make me wait till it's just sunny

Enough for my back to be lit

And my tummy to look as good as the man who feeds it.

Bring me coffee and mock my taste

In art, in men, in women, and raise

Your brush, your pen, your baton

Wiping the crumbs of the crossaint

We just shared off your apron.

Kiss me and show me the pictures you've taken

Of our naked bodies in the mirror,

While I played the piano, a tune clearer

Than crystal, two notes, then three

We're dreamers, love, no cages anymore, we are free.

[hyphenbasu]

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