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[sunnyanddumb98]

ars poetica

I didn’t exist until I took a pen. I didn’t feel until I wrote it down. My world fell and came true. On the ground, the dirt. I watch dandelions fight and clouds laugh.

Once on my feet again, I searched for words. They were kind, and they hungered for more. But the stars in my eyes wouldn’t reach the gutter where I stood.

I might have sabotaged myself, or perhaps I just had more hope, more naïveté. Odes make the shit glow. Odd, how I never fully felt at home.

Nevertheless, and never more— If it were true, me, the master manipulator and swift narrator, got broken-hearted for the sake of craft, Shouldn’t it be easier to write it down?

If I don’t, what was the point? of falling for a lover who wasn’t that kind?

The pen might have saved me from madness, dodging more than this one. If I didn’t love the pen, Would I take it all down?

Did it hurt, or did it cure? If nothing else is true, I would die protecting what saved my life. And for him? I wouldn’t cross the road on a green light.

words hurt. And the more I try to martyr my intended victim, the more I remember— he needed to say it, and then take it back.

I'm back at the pen, and he is back at badmouthing his life.

for @nosebleedclub's April prompt ars poetica

[superbgardenwonderland]

Is the McRib Cinderella?

The McRib vanishes at midnight, like a spell undone, like a slipper abandoned on the greasy linoleum of a 24-hour McDonald’s.

Did the Fairy Godmother curse it? Did she wave her wand and whisper, "You shall be barbecue-glazed and beloved— but only for a limited time?"

The ball goes late. Prince Charming is hungry. He stumbles into the drive-thru at 12:01, mouth watering, hands outstretched— but the McRib is gone.

Nothing left but rumors, the scent of something smoky, a paper wrapper like an empty glass slipper, proof that it was once real.

And so he waits. For the next return, the next season, the next fleeting miracle of processed meat and nostalgia.

For now, the McRib is legend. For now, the McRib is lost.

[my-youngworld88]

Immerse yourself in a world where prose meets reality, where emotions take the form of words. Follow my author's blog and dive into a sea of poetry filled with raw emotions and life experiences wrapped around with intricate wordsmithing.

Every day, I offer new prompts that aim to tell my creative lifestyle and give you a glimpse of my personal life and thoughts. My life is a reservoir of stories and experiences and through my blog, I share snippets of my life, my view of the world, and the lens through which I see it.

If you love poetry, if you yearn to write and need inspiration, or if you simply desire a deeper look into another's life, come along with me on this journey and witness a life penned down, one blog post at a time.

Follow me, grow with me, write with me. Be a part of this poetic journey and let's explore the realm of words together.

✨Words By Janeen G.✨

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[thewrittentales]

Dive into the timeless echoes of Thomas Harrison Humphreys' 'This Is Now, and That Was Then.' 🕰️ Submissions open at Written Tales. Follow & subscribe for poetic reflections! https://writtentales.substack.com/p/this-is-now-and-that-was-then

[ham303]

i ask myself every day why I am still with you when you treat my feelings like a disruption to your life

[crystal-charlotte-lynch]

Sometimes when I sleep

By Crystal Charlotte Lynch

Sometimes when I sleep,

I wake up with a sense of urgency.

Sometimes when I sleep, I suddenly wake because it’s hard to breathe.

The weight of the world on my shoulders sometimes these thoughts consume my dreams.

Sometimes when I sleep I dream of falling endlessly into my own madness.

Sometimes when I sleep, that’s all I wanna do is just sleep.

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[acceptinglife-deathexhibit]

Accepting Life and Death video artwork #3 video runtime 1:06 video audio performance of poem titled

Laid to Rest.

Laid to Rest

By Crystal Charlotte Lynch

Dearly beloved.

It is now your time to be laid to rest.

Time for me to say my final goodbyes. Time for me to dry the tears as they fall from my eyes.

Now that you rest I can only hope that you’ve found peace.

Free. You are now free.

Free from the pain.

Free from the hurt.

Rest and be easy there’s no need to worry.

No need to worry about the loved ones you left behind.

No tears to shed.

Rest now and slip into your eternal slumber.

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[thewrittentales]

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[thewrittentales]

Join the harmonious symphony of Nikki Tate's 'Chorus'—a poetic melody of voices. 🎶 Submissions open at Written Tales. Follow & subscribe for poetic harmonies! https://writtentales.substack.com/p/chorus

[ham303]

[thewrittentales]

Embark on a poetic journey with 'Chorus,' a captivating free verse poem by the talented Nikki Tate. Immerse yourself in its beauty and let the words ignite your imagination. Join the Written Tales Magazine family—like, comment, and subscribe for more literary inspiration. https://writtentales.substack.com/p/chorus

[crystal-charlotte-lynch]

The Lonely Cup

By Crystal Charlotte Lynch

I used to be all the rage.

Trending, and at the top of the shopping charts.

Until one day, I got a scratch, then a ding a chip here and there.

And then one day, found myself set aside on a shelf.

Now I collect dust as I watch life, pass me by.

Now I’ve lost my purpose.

Chucked aside is what I am.

Seems to me now I’m what they call a lonely cup.

I sit by my lonesome going, unused.

No warm drinks that I can serve.

No ice cold, tea for a hot summers day.

Now I sit and collect dust.

Here is the life of a lone, lonesome cup.

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