#escapril2019

[prcserpina]

escapril 2: april showers // t.e.

[jupiterean]

find unearthed a new home

oasis to grip and slingshot

around your fingers

kept sacred in shrine of

memory - i am decided

by everything around me

—jupiterean, back to nature

[shotin-the-dark]

she smells like night time

like the encounter of the sea and the moon,

salty and shiny

like hidden raisins in food even when is not december,

always blowing my mind

she smells like pouring rain and wet grass,

putting a smile on my lips

she smells like a new book on an old shelf,

adventurous and familiar

she smells home far away from home,

like more like home than my own

she smells like something i don’t have a name for

but i’m dying to discover

describe a smell // day 15 escapril

[adultish-bean]

Childhood

We grew up with popsicle fingers and sunburned noses

Laughed by roaring fires

Dived into lakes and oceans

We held each other to keep ourselves warm

From the frozen nights that knocked on our doors

Life was an adventure

We were all along for the ride

Stuck in the beauty of this neverland phase in our life

But we grew up with the other not so near

You became an adult

And lost that wonder we once held so dear

The young boy I used to know was gone in a flash

The young girl I once was grew up just like that

And now we stand here as strangers not friends

I barely recognized you when our eyes first met

You’ve grown, you’ve changed, and your smiles not the same

But I see him inside

That boy you were once

That boy whose head was full of wonder and love

I hope that maybe hopefully

That when you look at me

You see the same little girl who was wild and free

[panovajulia]

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[viktorthepsychic]

Escapril 2019

I am thrilled to announce that I will be participating in Escapril! If you don't know. Escapril is a month long, daily writing challenge created by Savannah Brown. Every day you get a prompt and you write something about it: poetry, prose, anything. Basically it's Inktober for writers. I will be writing all of my pieces from Vanya's perspective in an attempt to further explore her character. I hope you all are as excited as I am! If anyone else is participating, please let me know so I can check out your stuff!

[allthewordswithin]

the sky was a dull grey,

empty sunbeams slowly

cutting sharp angles through

the misty morning clouds.

thunder echoed through my chest,

but all i could do was smile.

.

the heavy fog held no warmth,

and yet promised rainbows—

just as the empty seat beside me

held no body,

and yet i could still feel her kiss on my lips.

.

raindrops sounded out their remarks,

whispering her words to me as a reminder.

i love you.

i. love. you.

i-love-you.

plop-plop-plop.

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escapril day 2: “april showers”

[chamomilde]

Begin by Kate G. - Escapril 2019

[la-moonodoodle-blog]

kalba žmogus (ir šešėliai)

ims kalbėti žmogus

kuris nuolat tylėjo

ir užtils tas

kuris tiek daug prišnekėjo

kaip jūros bangos

kaip vėjo gausa

jo žodžiai trankos

dingo amžina tamsuma

pradės kalbėti žmogus

iki šiolei tylėjęs

pradės kalbėti taip

kad klausysis net ir kalbėjęs

lyg amžinas laikas

akimirkoj sustojęs

lyg akimirka

amžiams laike įstrigusi

prasidės jo kalba

išėjimą pasiekusi

prasidės jo malda

trim žodžiais išnykusi

pasakys kaip nekenčia tavęs

ir tavo juodo šešėlio

kalbės kol šviesos užges

kol laikrody nebeliks smėlio

amžina akimirka kol

smiltim išbyrės

kol pelenai danguj

lietumi pavirs.

ims kalbėti žmogus

kuris nuolat šnabždėjo

kuris pasiims į kapus

viską ką nutylėjo.

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(promt: a fresh start)

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[shadowydoes]

In a parallel universe, we are not that far away.

[historyy]

wow, this is the first poem I’ve posted on here for, uh, years. this is for escapril day one - it’s a month long poetry challenge that I’m going to complete if I can tear myself away from game of thrones.

[twodropsofrainbow]

endless || Lindsay

escapril day 1: a fresh start

my biggest fear 

is not of heights,

nor of water,

nor of death,

but of routine.

the attraction to new ideas,

new visions,

new places

is beyond practical measure. 

once I discover,

the attraction is gone, 

my experience is not new,

I am drawn to other beginnings.

when will I be satisfied?

[greekgz]

A Fresh Start

I sow my seeds with salt so that they may never grow;

When they grow stronger still, I poison their water.

When they bear fruit, I refuse to eat.

When they wither and die, I burn them.

Something turned to nothing.

Ever stubborn, they remain for the season

Ever unborn, they arrive as seeds

For me to adorn them with my negligence

As the season begins anew.

My grounds remain forever fertile

Despite my attempts, my obsession. 

The ash seeps deep into the noisy earth

So that every season begins anew,

A nothing born from something

[sunflpwers]

Day 1: A fresh start.

[allthewordswithin]

a symphony plays across your skin;

i want to make an orchestra of your bones.

.

my mouth plays across you

and sounds off the notes of the piano,

slow and deep

then suddenly soft and feather light,

playing you up

only to slow you down again.

.

your hands on my waist a flute,

light and lilting,

dancing across my hip.

our hearts, the steady flow

of the rhythm,

jumping and falling across the page.

.

Clair de Lune spinning

in my head

like our own private performance.

.

.

-escapril day 3: incorporate music

[jupiterean]

the painter lies in the divots of rooftop alongside canvas of sky and exhibition of wildflowers. loneliness has a flavorless color when it sits between cheek and tongue in your mouth, though it is swallowed easily. quiet, there’s an architecture to this madness. spend an eternity finding someone to unsheath themselves and let you map their veins under a blueprint of pulse. medicate the fever that which has no cure. drain the sink—red, red, red.

focus on the color(from escapril 2019), jupiterean

(yes, it’s been a while since i’ve seen you—life happens, unfortunately—but i’m glad to be back!)