Life is too short to argue, just say ok and move on.
-@lipikkawrites
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I write to you, of you, not because our souls are intertwined,
neither because you're mine or I'm yours,
but because I do not know of any other audience,
for these thoughts, in the form of mere words,
for this fragmented existence,
which reveals through the cracks of past experiences,
to lose itself in the captivating beauty,
that is yourself.
- DG
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before i sleep.
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Sixth prompt menu (March)
We are excited to present you our sixth prompt menu this March! This is our sweetest menu yet, consisting of five sugary companions for your drinks at writeblrcafé and sweetening our baked goods. So choose your sweet flavour and order a candied prompt from our menu!
Brown sugar: "If that's all it takes to kill a god, then how easy it must be to become one." by @basalamander-corner
Maple syrup: Write a description of one of your settings from the POV of at least two different characters, so you can see how their unique voices change how the setting appears to the reader. by @asablehart
Honey: Choose a song and write something inspired by that song. by @sadfragilegirl
Agave syrup: "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now." - "I can't. I'm sorry." by @basalamander-corner
White sugar cubes: Write about two characters having dinner, but they can't explicitly say what they want to say. by @asablehart
We encourage all forms of original writing. You can check out our other prompts here. Make sure to tag your piece of writing with #wcprompt within the first 5 tags and mention which prompt(s) you used. We will reblog every order!
Please reblog this post to spread the word in the writing community.
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when did you start to abandon
your strength...your might
when did you let him seize
your essence, your grace
leaving wounds that scar
when did fear grip you tight
underneath a pendulum’s sway
robbing your inner love
when did you forget
every piece
every part
of your true
whole self?
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The metropolitan kid pleads
"I miss the stars I used to dream of
before I was born that I have yet to see"
I look up at a dark night of city sky, empty
Who knew light could taint
And be too much, that it isn't anymore good
But then what are droughts, what are monsoons?
You ask of the province that I am soon to visit;
Well its stars are not the stars I'll look up to
And yet its stars are a new set I'll learn to miss.
- missed even before we met, lost before I've forgotten
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I feel a void in my chest. Where you haven't been in my life, I've shrunk more and more into myself. No pain. Never, any. And, quite honestly that's saddening. I don't find release in tears, in suffering like I usually do. I'm not vulnerable, because I don't have you to show. I don't have words fighting to leave me anymore. No more smiles I could spare if I pick at my thoughts. There is not the dark and the stars I had plucked out from the violet sky to serenade me when I climb back into my mind. There are not the mountain peaks I had fashioned after the book that had had me hopelessly in love. There is not the balcony that overlooked the crashing sea or the music playing in the background. All of it, as if a distant dream. As if I waited and waited, and you never came to me. I am crumbling. I feel as if I can't breathe.
~nt
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I need a hand, a touch,
it doesn't take much
to make me feel
like this could be real,
could be happening...
... could just be me grappling with
realities,
finalities,
the dualities of a coin.
Balanced on its side,
stuck on the top
where there's nowhere to hide -
it's either heads or tails.
I'm giving teeth and nails
to shadows,
to forms,
to who knows
what kinds of storms
just to be happy for a minute.
A semblance of comfortability -
some sort of stability
whenever I'm in it.
Questions of life?
The answers are death -
everything makes sense
after your last breath.
Mine are getting shorter, sharper,
the pain of her growing stronger, darker.
The air condensing with confusion,
immature delusions -
it's a matter of pride
driving my heart's suicide.
Though I'll never once claim
it's better to die young,
I'd be the one to blame
if "I love you" slipped my elder tongue.
If the wind should ever forget your name
it is forever in my lungs,
and if the world should ever do the same,
what would you and I become?
- © Paper Heart in a Glass Chest
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My ********
How do you paint the Sun?
Where do you put its warmth?
In your fingers as we
Ready for another goodbye
Wait a minute
I'll spill an ancient secret
You've already learnt, in silence
It is magical, and it is not, at all -
I need to meet myself first
Lest I lose us both
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Nobody is your friend until they defend your name in your absence.
-@lipikkawrites
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Take me home, will you,
for I've been out here lost,
more than I wanted,
longer than I anticipated,
and lonelier than I imagined.
- DG
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EMOTIONAL BID FOR CONNECTION.
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Secret Valentine hosted by Writeblr Café
Let's spread love in our writing community with a lovely game of Secret Valentine! After our successful Secret Santa gift exchange (read all gifts here) we are hosting another written gift exchange. As you all know, our main goal is bringing writers together. We aspire to inspire! So join the fun, write something wonderful for a fellow writer, and receive a written gift from your Secret Valentine.
Who can participate?
This event is open for all writers. Any writer can choose to spread some love and gift a present through their words!
How it works:
Fill in this form to participate (direct link below)
Deadlines:
25th January for signing up through filling in the form
27th January for receiving your Secret Valentine target through dms
14th February for posting your writing gift tagged #wcsecretvalentine within the first 5 tags and tag who the gift is for as well as @writeblrcafe
If you still have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask in the comment section or send us a curious ask! We promise we don’t bite (unless you are in love with vampires, then we will bite you passionately.) We will keep our shadows hidden by keeping each other warm.
Spread this lovely message by reblogging this post! Thank you <3
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when days drift to tomorrows
and memories finally fade
when every corner doesn’t become a chance
to run into you…again
after a lifetime of days longing for just that one day
i’ll be free
to be me
once more
if only i could remember what for
forgetting you
is what i fail at the most
and the years roll by
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