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[heavenlyyshecomes]

ok I completely forgot to post but I'm reading violets and it's not at all what I expected + the parallels w tsushima's woman running in the mountains is v surprising I mean i didn't expect to pick up another book about a lonely woman in her early 20s working at a flower shop so soon !

[writtensnowflakes-blog]

Extracted from my poem "The moment I knew". Click here for the full text! . . . . . . . . . #poetry #poetsociety #worldofpoets #poetsofig #poem #powerofwords #poemsporn #herheartpoetry #poetryisnotdead #wordgasm #poetsofinstagram #instapoet #writingcommunity #writm #iwrite #shortpoem #microfiction #storyteller #inspiration #writeandcreate

[ketanambekar]

#yourquote #constantefforts #writm - #krd #ketanambekar

[phoenixsurvival-blog]

They call me the bronze bull Please listen, I'm not conceited It's all true I tell you From haters I'm mistreated God has my mold in a vault I look like Elvis and my body rocks And when it gets cold outside I tuck my dick in my sock #poet, #poem, #poems, #writersofimstagram, #prose, #poetrycommunity, #poemoftheday, #poetry, #wordporn, #untwinesg, #poetsofinstagram, #iamwriting, #inkedwords, #poetrygram, #creativewriting, #writing, #writer, #writersnetwork, "#writtenwork, #writtencommunity, #writm, #mirakee #rebelbritt 

[luord]

Writme please. I speak spanisch bescosuse i need learn english

[writeanytime-blog]

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[writtensnowflakes-blog]

#poetry #poetsociety #poem #wordgasm #words #powerofwords #iwrite #shortpoem #writm #inspiration #story #poets #poemsporn

[writtensnowflakes-blog]

Click on the link to read my full poems. 🖤😊🌠 #poetsofig #poetrysociety #poemswritings #poemsporn #poemswritings #poetry #poetryporn #herheartpoetry #writerscommunity #writersofig #iwrite #writersofinstagram #writm #inspiration #quotes #lovequotes #worldofpoets #wordgasm #poetgram #poetryisnotdead #powerofwords

[writtensnowflakes-blog]

From "Not like them". #poetsofig #poemswritings #poemsporn #poeticstory #poetry #poetryisnotdead #worldofpoets #wordgasm #iwrite #words #writersofig #writm #mywriting #mythoughts #poetrysociety #herheartpoetry #creativewriting #poetryporn #inspiration #quotes

[writtensnowflakes-blog]

Because the greatest power of all is the one only you possess: you free me. #poetry #poetsofig #poetsociety #poemsporn #herheartpoetry #poetryisnotdead #shortpoem #poetsofinstagram #words #wordgasm #iwrite #writm #writingcommunity #lovewords #morethanwords #holdinghands #powerofwords #power

[writtensnowflakes-blog]

A heart for rent. This is the place I can offer you. I know, it is untidy and has some spider webs. The last inhabitant left long ago and did not care much about its status when he walked out. You can redecorate if you want, and throw some of the furniture away if you do not like it. Just be aware that it might be a bit heavy. I hope you do not mind that this accomodation is not new; a few resided in here before you. They made these cracks on the walls. Maybe if we paint them together, you will not notice them anymore. I am going to ask you to be careful and try not to make new ones. You know, with every damage the home loses value. . Read the full text on my blog. Link in bio. #iwrite #writingcommunity #writeandcreate #writm #writersofinstagram #writersofig #inkspiration #wordgasm #words #writerscreed #mywriting #mytext #shortpoem #shortstory #storyteller #poeticstory #poetic #herheartpoetry #poetry #microfiction

[ketanambekar]

Trying some new ways... #writm #ketanambekar #happiness #wordsofwisdom #quotes #dailyquotes -#krd #ketanambekar ❤

[phoenixsurvival-blog]

Public Announcement Guy I don't get it really How hard is it to wear a condom There is some bad shit out there That will change your life for ever Hells, I wore a condom everytime But that one time Oh shit, my dick itches... #poet, #poem, #poems, #writersofimstagram, #prose, #poetrycommunity, #poemoftheday, #poetry, #wordporn, #untwinesg, #poetsofinstagram, #iamwriting, #inkedwords, #poetrygram, #creativewriting, #writing, #writer, #writersnetwork, "#writtenwork, #writtencommunity, #writm, #mirakee #rebelbritt

[phoenixsurvival-blog]

Pip19 Skeletons with patches of sporing mosses attached violently waved their weapons at her, as they soon climbed at an angle up the trellis of bones, their fallen kind. Luckily just as they begun making shore, they seemed to be thinning back in the farthest campfire lit, watery environment. Yet she saw a few still entering from the fog as spindly dark masses. They came at the exhausted redhead in manageable twos and threes luckily. Pip had quickly found that the local swamp skeletons were half rotten and just as easily crushed with a timely - aimed punches and kicks, as with her weapons. It was like fighting children, but she knew even enough  pint-sized children could overwelm the biggest warrior. She hoped the shambling corpses, some of the.fresher ones with flesh dangling, would cease climbing the rotten bone mountain. Four skeletons emerged at once and came at her together, yet with no tactics she believed. They just wanted to rip and shred her to bits. With a mighty swipe she knocked three rusted swords out of her path, yet the one behind, that she had to let go, ran her through. The green-tarnished sword took Pip in her right side, across from the navel. From the back, the bone-man had put it threw to the hilt, where the stunned redhead could see the rusted and bloodly blade sticking straight out. Crazed she took a few powerful steps forward and smashed the angry, flat and heavy pommel down through the skull of the dead imminently out in front. As the attack dropped the creature like a bag of bones, she had pulled the green and red blade from her gut, out her back, and the skeleton that had injured her stupidly remained stationary, as if its hollow sockets were shocked at what it had accomplished. #Fantasy, #fiction, #writersofimstagram, #writersnetwork, #writtenwork, #writtencommunity, #creativewriting, #writm, #writing, #mirakee, #journal, #journaling, #writer, #thoughts, #musings, #art, #watercolor, #artwork, #sketch, #sketchbook, #artoftheday, #artsy, #penandink, #artofinstagram, #artfido, #art_spotlight, #artsanity, #_artshow_, #dailydesignpick, #artwowsharing  

[phoenixsurvival-blog]

Shade 4 Awkwardly running in her large, plush towel, she mystified and horrified by her new, dull but intense surroundings in gradations of grey, like a mad painter's canvas. Melody knew she was no longer in her apartment, maybe not even her world, she added the addendum to her defeatist observation. A flash entered her mind almost too quickly to catch: at night, she was zooming in her new, royal blue, Buick Encore in a windy rainstorm. It still had the new car smell, and as quickly as it came, it was gone. With her long legs cramping were tiring, Melody was already slowing a short run. The nearly naked woman knew that too much time at the gym flirting and not working out was catching up to her. (Sometimes you can't have things back. Choices are consequences. Consequences are inevitable.) As she ran like a spazzy tween that was unlucky enough to be the hide-n-go-seeker to run into the paper wasp nest, Melody's towel plummeted to the ground and rolled up like it was 420 whereever here was. Her unrestrained, full breasts bounced side-to-side in looping, rocking motions like disproportionate wings on an obviously non-flying bird. Her screams sounded hollow and echoing, as if she was in a large cavern beneath the ground. (Maybe she was she thought. Who knew.) The tall, curvy lady ran knowing that the ghost, that thing was catching up. She imagined that she could hear its raspy breath getting steadily louder. Melody feared looking back, afraid she may slow, or trip, or even seeing the creature might take her breath again. A dense, chilly fog was oppressively pushing in on her from every angle; like a claustrophobic, ever-tightening space. Just the thought of being stuck in tangible darkness nearly made her forget the robed things chasing her. #fiction, #Fantasy, #horror, #horrornights, #horrorwriter, #horrorstory, #horrorstories, #scary, #writersofimstagram, #shadowlicious, #dreamsandnightmares, #writersnetwork, #writtenwork, #writtencommunity, #creativewriting, #writm, #writing, #randomness, #random, #mirakee, #horror_sketches, #darkart, #darkartists, #watercolor