Tumblr Heartstopperpromptweek Day 5
Heat
Your hands are cold - Nick
I'm always cold - Charlie
Well, in that case… *gives jumper*
Wrapped in the soft cottony embrace
Permeated with the colors of you,
A jumper is never as warm as a hug,
But when you are far, it will do
Until once again, you are here
To warm me all the way through.
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Was I the only one with a secret rock collection as a child? Hmmm...
I still smirk
thinking of how thrilling
it was as an innocent
and young boy, to have added
those unique, earth-tinted
and jagged pebbles
to my secret rock collection
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handwritten
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RESTLESS/A YEARNING SONG
maybe it could all be so simple?
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Off/Spring
At birth--
A commodity
shaped by parental pride.
A adulthood--
Abandoned
for less weighty, material
possessions.
(Poem by me; Photo by Collin on Unsplash)
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by honeyandknife
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untitled :: kyra chiller
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the void below me it keeps growing bigger/the mouth of the beast opens wider and wider/I’m only a fly in the web of a spider/screaming for help but the silence screams louder/i’m trying to bargain I’m buying some time/i’m writing a prayer but i can’t make it rhyme/i’m borrowing words from the tongue of the mime/adamant and evil, my crystalline crime
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My source of creativity has started flowing again. I've been writing poetry sporadically since October, but since Saturday, it's really kicked into gear. You know how good that feels? Like an aloe plant at the brink of being too dry (one of my favorite houseplants) for even it to survive. And then at nearly the last second, something comes along to bring it back and revive it.
And now I just can't stop writing. I love my four lines each to four stanzas, but I also love the structure of sonnets. Since I love them equally, I decided to combine them and have my own style. My style is meant to challenge me some, so I'm still working on making it more me.
Let's see... There's several I've posted I could choose to share. So which one?
Ah, this one! Because it relates the struggle of being unable to create any form of art.
I enjoy taking pictures of my poems, and then I'll add the poem typed up in the description. The whole thing is that handwriting my poetry helps the process of expressing what I want to.
-Sterling 🎉😺
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Heartstopper Prompt Week Day 3
CW: allusions to self harm
Promise
Nick: Can you promise to tell me if it ever gets that bad again?
Charlie: Okay
The promise I made
When everything was fine
Became a boundary
With an ever shifting line.
It wasn't that bad yet,
This was just a little mistake
It's not what I meant,
Ignore this, it's fake.
Step after step,
I descend to the deep,
And lose sight of the promise
I said I would keep.
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handwritten poem - extreme
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5pm:
the day rests,
time pauses, resumes slow play.
my dinner is mindful,
filling every crevice,
noting the gentle beauty
in every passing moment.
#poetry
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