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cjoatprehn · 2 months

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Happy Escapril! I hope everyone’s having a good day so far. I’m dropping my 3rd poem this month with @adventurerswritingguild third Escapril prompt combined with an AWG specific prompt from their lists! Day 3 is “Eye Contact” with “hand / god / knife.” I shocked myself once more with my writing. There was such emotion this nearly became a short story than just a poem. I channeled several songs and a Rick and Morty quote for inspiration.

Songs and Episode Playing:

Dynasty by MIIA

VILLIAN by Neoni

Freaks by Jordan Clarke

Randy McNally (No Love Like Christian Hate) by TX2

Heaven Was Full (I'm Headed Straight to Hell) by TX2

Step Over a Body by TX2

Rick and Morty S03E06: Rest and Ricklaxation

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Trigger Warnings

Religious Imagery

Death mention

Biblical Scripture

Familial Abuse

Christianity Indoctrination

Animal Death Euphemisms

Zombies mention

If There’s (a) God…

By CJOAT

Will update with spoken poetry video later today. 👍🏽

9:01 PM: Updated with a clearer stitched screenshot with Alt text. Dropping the spoken poetry video below:

[#escapril Spoken Poetry] If There’s (a) God… by CJOAT for @adventurerswritingguild’s Escapril

Please leave a like and/or comment on my videos—it helps knowing I’m not getting buried and some people enjoy them.

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For my work to cause such a viscerally deep reaction in a relatable or impactful way is my whole drive for creating. When I was younger, it was just to create things that mashed folks smile, like Vincent Van Gogh’s Starry Night did for me. Now, since I’m aware of many difficult and often traumatizing concepts that folks go through but it kept being swept under the rug or shunned for any reason—I want my work to provide the space for discussion of the uncomfortable.

“Art disturbs the comfortable, and comforts the disturbed.”

That’s my main goal with my work. A driving force to not only comfort but build for better in society.

This deviated from the point of this update as it’s now 9:15PM; but I’m happy to have vocalized it. Today was rather turbulent, so I wanted to get it out.

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whatswiththemustache · 1 month

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day 19: a reminder: | sour & trying

#still going strong with the escapriling and this one was at first not fun and then fun:)#escapril #shyprompts #original work #poetry #escapril 2024

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penfull-of-venom · 2 months

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Poetry Writing Month Day 7 2024: "Domestication vs. rewilding"

Where is the line between an act of love, and an act of violence? Our understandings of love are so often tied to concepts of possession. To love something is to have some level of control over its very way of being. Over the course of a relationship, we are expected to acclimate. To become the familiar of those who are familiar with us.

You saw me like a feral cat, left too long away from civilising influences. The kind of creature that needs to be gentled into discipline and understanding of its new place. I was to be taken from my forests and my freedom, and brought into a sterile world of straight lines. A world with no room for error. No room for difference.

But you were wrong. I was not merely the cat, who never belonged in the first place. I was the tree you cut down to find it. I was the river that wound around its roots. I was the dew drops on the shrubbery and the great exhalation of life that filled the space. I was the world of my own self.

The only way for an ecosystem to truly grow is to tend it. But for that you must view it with respect. As an equal and a partner in the great dance of live. You could never have brought me fully into that sterile world. Straight lines could not describe or contain me. I have returned to the wild. I never really left.

And I continued to grow away from you. In symbiosis with others, I sprouted new growth. I sustained them, and they helped me mature in my own time and way. Mutualism provided the fertile soil needed for me to become myself. And you were left staring at a plaster wall, wondering where it went wrong.

#adventurerswrite #shyprompts #amwriting #poetry

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adventurerswritingguild · 2 months

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🦋 Happy #NaPoWriMo Adventurers! 🦋 This year, we've put together a special prompt list for our community + any curious passersby. Prompts were made by me, Maria @shylovrs so feel free to tag the guild + moi! Use the #AdventurersWrite or #ShyPrompts to share your work!

And if you'd like to join a community of dedicated writers and creatives this April, the guild's doors are open! Check the link in bio or click here to gain access to our discord!

#writing prompts #poetry community #poetry #writeblr #poets on tumblr #poetry workshop #creative writing #poetry prompts #escapril #escapril 2024 #napowrimo #napowrimo2024

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stephanieviolet · 7 years

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Day 7: Shy. When she is feeling anxious, her powers corporalise into frightening creatures that surround and protect her. . . . . #Inktober #inktober2017 #shyprompt #art #artwork #myart #DragonRhapsody #StarseedHMCreations #drawing #ghosts

#artwork #myart #starseedhmcreations #shyprompt #drawing #dragonrhapsody #inktober2017 #ghosts #inktober #art

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cjoatprehn · 2 months

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Happy Escapril! I hope everyone’s having a good day so far. I’m a bit late…as I took a break yesterday. I’m dropping my 4th poem this month with @adventurerswritingguild 5th Escapril prompt combined with the 5th Shy Prompt from their lists! Day 5 is “spiral” with “friendship bracelet.” This poem was rather emotional for me thanks to a friend of mine. We connected with a heart to heart via Vincent van Gogh’s work. This one is shorter as a tribute. I’m happy to have written it though.

Songs Playing:

Here’s the poem titled,

Stars Align in the Spiral

[#escapril Spoken Poetry] “Stars Align in the Spiral” by CJOAT for AWG’s Escapril

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I hope y’all enjoy. ^^

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cjoatprehn · 1 month

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Happy Escapril! I hope everyone’s had a good weekend so far. I’m a bit late…as I took a break yesterday. I’m dropping another poem this month with @adventurerswritingguild’s 8th Escapril prompt, “What’s the truth?, combined with the 7th Shy Prompt, “domestication vs rewilding!”

I am incredibly late on this combo prompt and have been trying to slow down so I don’t burn myself out again; however, I started to write a completely different poem but ended up writing the combo one I didn’t complete initially!

In the end, I hope you enjoy this unrestricted ride of my thoughts!

I will do a spoken poetry video at some point, and update this post with the link. Maybe a graphic for it.

Thank you for 100 followers, yall! I hope you’re enjoying the ride. 😁

11:46 AM Update

Good Morning! I wrote it late last night, and I admit I was muddled when I wrote it so it may not flow as well or portray things how I intended. There are a few references within this one. But it’s basically me writing a letter to break free to be unrestrainable due to my power and agency as many often are. Signified through wearing my natural hair out as my mane.

A reference to a quote in the Indiana Jones films; there’s one where he’s lecturing in a class and he says, “Archeology is the search for fact, not truth. If it’s truth you’re interested in, Dr. Tyree’s Philosophy class is right down the hall.” Flip that quote to the opposite perspective, Dr. Tyree saying, “If you’re seeking Fact, Mr. Jones’s class is up the hall.”

Idunn Apples I was referencing from God of War, without the specifics of the myth associated with them.

The duckling reference

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Hair references

The last is my connection to Dragons.

8:39 PM Spoken Poetry Update

[#escapril Spoken Poetry] “Freedom : Unrestrained” by CJOAT for AWG’s Escapril

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cjoatprehn · 1 month

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Alright. I hope everyone’s doing okay. Um, to those who have mommy issues I wish this as an ode to yall and your struggles with your parents currently. I’m sorry to know how common this is. I hope this poem honors you. With how heavy this poem is, I’m thinking when I get myself more stable, I’ll post this on my patreon. This one was the poem that made me realize that, I can still record these kind of poems but they can be patreon exclusive or restricted to those who can handle it better than the mass.

This was the Day 15 poem that was supposed to be completed with my Beach poem. My Health has other plans. So here it is now.

TW: Abuse Themes, Complicity themes, Spiritual Warfare, Religious Themes

This one is a bit heavy and mentions what my incubator originally named me. This was me coming to terms with the emotions that I feel for my mother; not love or hatred, but apathy. I don’t fucking like her and for good reason. This poem was an Ode to those who are in my situation with their mothers. I hope this poem comforts you and makes you feel seen.

Song(s) Inspiration

Update with the Spoken Poetry video!

[#escapril Spoken Poetry] “The Other Mother : The Earthly Spawn Point” by CJOAT for AWG 2024

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If you enjoy the video, liking, commenting your thoughts, and sharing the video and post helps out a ton. ^^ Have a good rest of your week!

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whatswiththemustache · 1 month

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escapril day 11: posture | the most savage headscratch

#escapril #(and yeah this is late whoops. i just like it a lot)#i havent been posting these but its been fun doing escapril this year!!#ive also been challenging myself to try and use both the day prompt as well as the shyprompts prompt together #(is it a challenge? honestly it may be a cheat lol)#but its been rlly fun #shyprompts #poems #original work #escapril day 11

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penfull-of-venom · 2 months

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Poetry Writing Month Day 6 2024: "Etymology"

I love you can mean a world of different things. Even if I mean it, it is not always in the way it is heard. It can emerge from my mouth, tumbling like bubbles from a child's toy, shining and fragile and temporary. It can be a promise of goodbye, one day.

Words evolve in my mouth, developing their own forms of twisting, mutating consciousness. As a life is lived and a mind grows, the ways words can be meant or used to lie expand. No matter where it came from, the words continue to blossom.

Words become almost alive in their changeability. Sometimes it is not until I have heard the response that I realise the meaning they have rustled away from other ideas in the night. Sometimes I know from the start. I love you can mean a world of different things. It can ring out from my mouth like a trumpet call, triumphant and defiant. It can be a declaration of my will to survive.

#adventurerswrite #shyprompts #amwriting #poetry

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penfull-of-venom · 2 months

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Poetry Writing Month Day 5 2024: "Friendship bracelet"

There is a particular fragility In making something for those you love Pouring yourself and your knowledge Into something you give away The delicate ringing of a bell Right on the tip of a tongue Being held still in anticipation Is in a way its own kind of gift Nothing can truly prepare you For how they will respond To this work of your own hands This piece of your own self But if you're the right kind of lucky They will see the truth of it The truth you put in every stitch And they will love you back

#adventurerswrite #amwriting #poetry #shyprompts

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penfull-of-venom · 2 months

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Poetry Writing Month Day 4 2024: "This stuff's medieval"

I inhale the crisp air of a spring morning Dewdrops dancing across my eyelashes And a bell rings out through my soul

The resonance of it blows away the cobwebs Built up around the crevices of my mind And leaves me with fresh eyes for the world

The sun rises over me, and I am in awe The burning light that sustains us Washes over the grass up to my feet

And in this moment I am united with Faces throughout history turned Towards the beauty of the sunrise.

#adventurerswrite #shyprompts #amwriting #poetry

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penfull-of-venom · 2 months

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Poetry Writing Month Day 3 2024: Hand/god/knife

My hand becomes that which shapes my self I place my previous constructed concepts Of the constraints upon my being Upon the bench before me

And I begin to make them into Something that does not resemble the past

With the power of a sharpened knife And tensely, fervently held breath I carve away at the shape of what was And find the shapes of what will become

Here, the only constraints are my own I decide the nature of the spectacle I construct

I defy the order that was handed down From a seat I cannot see or reach I chisel and engrave, but I do not just subtract I form new shapes from that which was discarded

I have chosen my own path forward I have become my own creator

#adventurerswrite #shyprompts #poetry #amwriting

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penfull-of-venom · 2 months

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Poetry Writing Month Day 2 2024: A feeling of iridescence

Time has ceased to feel Like it has any sort of linearity There is no straightforward way Through the forest of life

The meandering, intersecting paths Which wander through hills and trees Make curlicues around the plans You once might have thought simple

But at times, there are moments of rest A clearing amidst the endless shrubs In which dewdrops sit on chilled grass And the surface refracts the morning light

The pearlescent sheen on these Most ephemeral of decorations Can only be seen from up close When you take the chance to look

And in this way, time itself Takes on a refractive sheen A technicolor arrangement Of interlocking experiences

And when you look up from that dewdrop Into the forest ahead of yourself You might just find a path That comes to meet your own

#adventurerswrite #shyprompts #poetry #amwriting

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penfull-of-venom · 2 months

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Poetry Writing Month Day 1 2024: Peace

My mouth is filled with sharp points Teeth filed against determination Made to tear strips off reality

I will work to fashion what I rend From the meat of the universe itself Into a heavy blackout curtain

I will draw it about my mind itself And it will act as a shield against All that would seek to disturb me

I will know peace in my near future I am no longer asking I will be making my own

#AdventurersWrite #ShyPrompts #Poetry #amwriting

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