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dcndrohime · 2 years

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Random Asks. // Always Accepting.

@skywardballad - ❝I never believed a novelist would ask my advice for anything. Especially since I'm so far away from Mondstadst, I'm more of a poet than someone that can tell a good story. But I can do my best to help you out. My name is Venti by the way, it's an honor to meet you, Miss Hina.❞

‘‘Oh, i don’t really write that in depth’‘, she did work alongside the Publishing House but was not an actual writer, atleast not as far as penning, coming up with stories. ‘’I do partake in other things, smaller doings’‘, the gardens and such, already keeps Hinamori busy enough, there was hardly time for any real story writing.

Her aside, she focus her attention on other details divulged by the bard. ‘’Is not poetry a story of its own?. All essence of arts convey pieces of history, can tie with one’s imagination or life’s experiences’’, she didn’t see poetric tales as any different than a book’s contents.

#skywardballad #ic #closed rp

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mftulin · 25 days

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New Anthology: Chronic Poetics

New Anthology: Chronic Poetics. I Have What? by Mark Tulin

I am elated to be included in Chronic Poetrics, the anthology. My nonfiction story is called “I Have What? A Tale of Accepting My Cystic Fibrosis.” P.6. Chronic Poetics is a new anthology published and produced by Point Positive Publishing and Colliding Lines. It exclusively features artists with an experience of chronic disability and chronic pain. Through essays, poetry, images, and design,…

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#Chronic Poetics #disability #Health #medical #Nonfiction

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haleyvan · 3 years

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I carry with me

the night sky-

not an inky black

or an absence of colour,

but the deep blues

moving together

as they always have

since the beginning of time

how the moon

shows growth in

her waxing and waning,

that death is inevitable -

you can let go

and return

for even when you are not visible,

you are always present.

-h. vandenberghe

#poets on tumblr #poetsofig #my poems #poetic #love poem #spilled ink #writing #poetryporn #poems of tumblr #poemporn #poetryart #poemsinnature #naturepoetry #nightsky #nightskypoetry #poeticsoul #poetric story

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idledee · 3 years

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oc things :]

#original characters #yes they are viets i am a one trick pony #doods #anyways the story i came up with has 1. epic concept 2. epic poetric imagery 3. epic character relationships 4. no idea where its going

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fk-preston · 3 years

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Annie ran off her thoughts and leapt into some divine dream she conjured through years of practice. She turned fifty in a moment. Had her first child upon a cloud. Annie’s husbands had green eyes, unlike hers which were blue. Their dream child disappeared like a memory scratched off the brain. Because Annie was now a hundred years old and she wanted to be a god. So she stretched herself until she was the size of Everest and extended her hands like a conductor. She flipped the world upside down and shook out its seas and skies into a pile of pieces, placing them back together as she liked. Annie, the god. There would be no blood in her dream world. And she had forgotten what crying was long ago. Annie’s world died on her three-hundredth birthday when some strange sound caught her attention. Far below, buried beneath the earth, was a call. It reminded her of that child she once had. She picked her brightest star and fell to earth, looking for the source of that noise. There was a rock that quivered as though it was cold. Annie lifted it with thought and found a little girl sitting in the rubble. The girl had no eyes. She had no nose. Her only feature was her mouth which gaped like a wound, weeping scream after scream. That howling snapped something inside Annie’s mind. Suddenly she could hear rustling and whispers, muted as though they were coming from another room. But what was a room? There was a firmness beneath her body, and she was covered in some veil. Not soft like the clouds she lived inside but softened enough for sleep. And what was sleep? It didn’t exist in Annie’s world. The screaming stopped. Annie looked at the girl and found she was looking back. A single eye had grown in the centre of her forehead. A terrible eye, which curved in amusement like a sharpened half-moon. Annie read spite in her smile and victory in that glare. Furious, she wiped her hand across the air and struck the ground with lightning. The world burst into flames but the fire was not hot. The girl began to laugh and Annie felt rain pouring down her face. She had forgotten about the rain. Purposefully. Because it resembled tears. And Annie remembered what tears were. She looked around and found her world fading to simple colours. Fading further still to black, like oil spilling across the surface of a pond. The girl spoke with her bleeding face, “Is that all there is?” And Annie murdered her. Something she had never done. She opened her eyes. There was a crack in the ceiling. A tiny spider had made its home there. Her mother was calling her name. Her covers felt heavy across her body. Annie got up and got ready, her head still halfway inside the collapse of that dream. She washed her face and couldn’t meet her own eyes in the reflection. As she caught the bus to school, between the moment of two steps Annie forgot her world. She forgot her three-hundred years. She forgot her child, her husbands, her godliness. Everything was gone. And for an awful moment, Annie froze, knowing she had forgotten something special to her. She grieved. But the next step and even that pain vanished. Like magic, her mind moved on. Annie stared out the bus window, pressed her fingernail into the glass as though she could continue pushing it through. The boy beside her told her to quiet. She had been singing something. Annie hadn’t even realised. The boy called her something and moved to another seat. Annie kept singing. Too tired to stop. “Is that all there is?

Is that all there is? by F.K. Preston

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fightingborderline · 4 years

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And if there comes a time in which you can not be a part of my life, you'll always be a part in my heart. A big part.

fightingborderline

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jac0ba · 5 years

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I do not

know why

I embrace pain.

Perhaps,

it’s because

my sorrows

are the only thing

that you left

behind.

-KGG

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tesnuzzik · 5 years

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Animated comic experiment! (Sort of a prequel, it’s before Fenric met up with Jacob again)

#He's been lonely for a long time #It's been 10 years since he saw Jacob and in that time he didn't really have friends #Had a teacher who he was close with for a while tho #Fenric #gif #comic #animated #my art #my story #fairytale #rain #autumn #fall #I haven't written a lot of poetric things recently so #bear with me xD

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suncaptor · 3 years

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ANNAMARY?

I simply think that Anna trying to kill Mary in the song remains the same was part of their great love story. Mary pierces through her and Anna just takes the weapon out. It was a homoerotic fight scene. And the johnazazel parallels are so real. Michael admits that johnmary was part of destiny, and we learn that john and mary originally couldn't stand each other. Because truly John was meant for Azazel (and they even kissed!) while Mary was a lesbian with poetric symmetry for Heaven.

Also, I just really think it'd be funny if Anna fucked Dean's mom.

#annamary #18+#gaysuperhell #anna #mary #the song remains the same #johnazazel #incoherents #spn #supernatural #anyways Debbie is this what you're looking for. my GENIUS.

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cyberflamingo · 3 years

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Yo! So, I've noticed that you love to give, but what do you think about receiving huh? I write some french poetrical stuff sometimes, I could write something for you if you want. I could write in english too if you don't understand french. If you, magnificent creature, will accept my very humble gift, prey tell me what would you prefer me to write for you? You could ask anything. A story, a poem, in any universe.I would be DELIGHTED to do smtg for you.

Congratulations!!! You have won 100% of my adoration! This is exchangeable into either A.) lots of screaming in glee or B.) Lots of crying due to happiness or C.) Both! To claim your prize, please accept this small token of gratitude from this smol potato, and continue being the fabulous person that you are.

In all honesty, wow, this was SO unexpected in the best of ways. I would ABSOLUTELY love to receive some writing from you! (Excuse the tears, I promise I'm not crying, someone's just chopping onions *cough cough*.) I've never received anything like that before, so even getting the offer has been MIND BLOWING I'm telling you!!

I'm only really active in two fandoms (and I'm not sure which one you're more a fan of), but if you were to write me anything Killugon (Hunter x Hunter) or Sasunaru/Narusasu (Naruto) I would love that so much! I am not cool enough to read/speak French unfortunately, so if you are able to write it in English I would be forever grateful!! Thank you again so so so much for your generous offer, excuse me while I go into my corner to squeal to myself. <3

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teenage-skrtt-scumbag · 3 years

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My loves as Taylor Swift songs!!

NOTE: The songs mean nothing only ever so platonically

Aureia : Willow from evermore just bc of the ✨soothannng✨ voice besides ilytm

Willa: LOVE STORY i LOVE HER SM ILL LITERALLY KISS YOU 💋

Anna: Blank space: JUSBC we had that concert and everytime i listen to it, it reminds me of you and i always end up admiring ur swagginess anywyas ily😩❤

Sadie: The archer, 😻 itz cuz of YOUR TALENT AND CREATIVITY BYE ILY UR AMAZING😎😭

Cora: The man, OKOK JUST PLEASE IT ALWAYS REMINDS ME OF YOU FOR SOMEREASON ILYSM💅💘💘

Lena: Ivy, OKSO TYSM PIRATEBESTIE FOR SHOWING ME AJR IM AS OBSESSED AS YOU ARE AND this song just gibes off the same pirate chill vibes you do anyWAY ILY💓✨✨😚😚

Kavya: Long story short OKAY BUT YOU GIVE OFF THE SAME VIBES well atleast ur ff does which is GODFUCKTINGTIER😍❤

Laila: Cowboy like me: okay but i think of you as boots like really cool boots! ILYSMM💅💅😻💘 BAE

Annie: Lover: OKAY NOW STOP CALLING ME CUTE GRR🐱💄

Emmy: I did something bad: there OBVIOUS reasons why this is you theres a ✨Spark✨ ly ly have u ever noticed how similiar the words emmy and enemy are?💘💘

Leo: Marjorie: bby i love you the most shh dont tell the others that ur the funniest💋😩❤❤

Nathan: Dancing with our hands tied, like i said i was listening to this when i found you and now u just remind me of it and its (: and ur so smart and sweet, i cant wait to read ur ff 💓💓

Kat: Tolerate it: bc im honestly just tolerating u rn like fuccé, katass😘

Peanva: Evermore: your sweet the songs sweet and it all just bashes together ilyy😎😎✨😭💘💘

Chris: Enchanted: i was SO ENCHANTED TO MEET U AND IM JEALOUS OF UR SPOTIFY PREMIUM BUT ISOK I STILL LY💘💘💘💘💘

Bianca: Goldrush: bestie ik ur tired of my rants but isok ily😚😼

Jule: Champagne problems bc its almost as poetric and amazing as you ilyy💓❤

Dee: Ours DEE ILYSM AND YOUR LEGIT THE BESY WRITER STAPHH DENYING IT❤❤

Ivy: Happiness SAME VIBE ILYSMM AND U KNOW IT pls ur swaggy, hot and talented what else could a mother want?💋💋

Lakkhi: The 1, THE ONE BEST PARTNER I COULDVE EVER WISHED FOR ILY💋😎

Wand: This is me trying, to be as talented and godtier as you pls ily💘

Kiera: Right where you left me, Okay bestie we have a connection ur the literal best ily😍

Lucy: Sparks fly, YOUR PRETTY GREEN EYES, ILY BESTIEE💋💋

Aimy: Cruel summer, YOUR THE MOST TALENTED ILYY😍😍

Lory: illicit affairs, same vibe AND OMG UR THE BEST WRITER😚

Xuan: tis the damn season, bae this song is almost as amazing as you😽

Polly: Seven, I LOVE UR LITERALLY MY BEST FRIEND💓💓

Annie: You belong with me, YOUR FUCKING AMAZING, THATS IT✨

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ao3feed-harrydraco · 4 years

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by KaydensWhiteDreams

It's about their relationship and what went wrong and how it could have been. And a lot about is after the deathly hsllows part 2.

rawr drarry could be real right? Umm kind of oneshots and kinda not. Wanted to create a story of them in a poetric way. Feel free to point out mistakes. Mostly about the aftermath and bit canon.

Also on wattpad, and my first Harry Potter themed ff

Words: 696, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Minerva McGonagall, Pansy Parkinson, Neville Longbottom

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson

Additional Tags: Aftermath, War, Wizarding World (Harry Potter), The Deathly Hallows, Canon Related, Slow Burn, Good Draco Malfoy, Headmaster Harry Potter, Hogwarts

#ao3feed #fanfic #drarry #harry/draco #ao3feed-harrydraco #ao3

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aprilhillwriting · 4 years

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Paper Thin.• I wrote a blog that was released yesterday for @twloha. If you swipe over I have put a few sentences here for you to read and I hope you can continue to the link in my bio or story for the rest. When I started this page I was pretty sure it (and me) were going to go nowhere. Look at this thing now. Almost 80k friends, and I wrote a blog post for the company that started the whole thing. All I can say is what I said in the blog post. Keep writing and get the bad thoughts out of your head. Just keep writing. (link in bio) • • • #instagrampoem #writtenthoughts #writtenart #teenpoetry #aprilhillwriting #doodle #pennedwords #poetryphotography #drawing #freethoughts #prosepoem #aprilhill #poeticflow #criesofpen #writeroftheday #amateurpoetry #poetrys #poetry #poetryloversunite #forsoul #sadpotery #poetrypro #haikuaday #poetrywriter #poetto #poetry #writes #poetric #poetspotlight #anxiety #twloha https://www.instagram.com/p/B_AGBZnJr5N/?igshid=16b8ttuxcyy4f

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judesowndaughter · 4 years

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Soulmates Meme

At some point she stopped checking the numbers. ❝ Don’t bother with that, ❞ her mother waved her hand dismissively, wedding ring clashing with the six digits on her wrist, ❝ Unless he’s wealthy. ❞ For once Kate agreed with her mother’s ignorance, so waiting for Mister Right was crammed in the back of a head packed with responsibilities. Seasons change, the countdown shrinks, and the tectonic plates of identity start shifting imperceptibly; the Mister in Mister Right changes to Miss. There is a war that starts inside of her, a reckoning to reconcile who she is with what she believes. Kate wins, but little fires of doubt still break out when she steals a glance at the timer. What if she is wrong? What if she is faking it? No one knows when the numbers appeared. They were there long before humanity truly understood the concept of zero; that was proof enough of God’s work for the church. Kate stares at the dwindling integers on her skin, markings illuminated by lamp light. 00:00:10 A stack of assignments call out to her, the pile almost as tall as the stack of photographs she still has to sort through. The bulky Nikon weighs heavier than an albatross around her neck. Mark is waiting on a genius portfolio that is nearly a month overdue, and it kills her. This was meant to be her year. Her mentor had waxed poetric about life on a college campus, touting the virtues of independence and privacy. ❝ Virginia Woolf, ❞ Mark boomed, the syllables rolling effortlessly off of his tongue, ❝ argued that a room of one’s own was what a woman needed to commit herself to the arts. ❞ But the frigid air-conditioned room drives her to disregard his advice and slip out of the dorms entirely. Kate needs space to breathe, the scent of fresh-cut grass a creature comfort in the last month of summer. Her converse sustains grass stains from the trek across campus. Wet green brushstrokes on yellow canvas no longer scare her; college gives her precious distance away from her mother, where she is free to wear shorts and paint-stained tank tops. Taking a seat on a low wall, she watches the Toronto skyline unfurl before her, the late September sun tilting westward. Fireflies---the last stragglers of the season---creep into her peripheral vision, bright and sparse as embers from a dying fire. The scar on the inside of her wrist itches, raised pink flesh clashing against the countdown. 00:00:03 Fingers clench red brick until her knuckles turn white as a fish’s belly. Six zeros a-piece on two wrists each doesn’t guarantee a happy ending for anybody. Her parents make a marriage work in spite of the numbers, some couples never see the other again, and still others die. The system has so many flaws. She has so many flaws. It’s not enough to plan ahead for assignments, now Kate has to contemplate forever when making it to twenty is more of a pipedream than anything else. Hi, Kate thinks, I want to apologize on my parents’ behalf before you meet them. It’s a long story. She’s feverishly typing up a fifty page essay in her head about what to anticipate from her screwed up family when she feels a presence beside her. The girl must be her age, a tad bit taller than her with pretty green eyes. The timer is all zeroes.

Butterflies crowd her belly, Kate putting on her best smile for her soulmate. ❝ Are you a first year student? I didn’t see you at all last year. Unless I was that bad at running into you! ❞

#;;acting on your best behavior #;;confessional #;;death will evade me tonight #fcarsdark #tw internalized homophobia #;; ( ash/kate ) : feel like getting confessional ( fcarsdark )

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fk-preston · 3 years

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I think of your thumb curved gently into the cradle of my hip And thinking thank god I’m not lonely tonight And complaining to my friends about you Because it was too early to say I love you And saying your name like it’d be a name I’d be saying for a very long time I think of talking to you every day And getting happy when I’d see your face And waiting to meet And meeting and laughing And you holding me again And I’d forget what lonely even was A colour? Or a song? I don’t lonely, I don’t know sad I don’t hear the quiet of a long night I don’t sit and listen to the empty spaces around me I don’t fade out of conversations I don’t daydream I don’t picture death I don’t feel time Because I’m cherished And cherished people don’t know lonely I wake up a month late and realise it’s a time I thought I’d never have to see again I look at the clock and a day’s gone by Because you can’t make people love you You can’t even make them like you You can’t stop them from losing interest You can’t go back in time But you were lonely So you took every glance as one of affection And every touch as a promise that the warmth of that hand would stay You inferred a future in a stranger you liked Then a stranger you knew And the stranger may have seen, may have caught a glimpse of that storm inside your head And jumped ship Before lightning struck the shore And turned the sand to glass Which you walk along now Cutting your heels on broken expectations So you’re up at five in the morning And the world is quiet and dark And you cover yourself in blankets Because the wind is cold and harsh And you forget what cherished was Is it a dream? Or a dove? And you wonder what on earth it’d be like To be loved

Cherished People Don't Know Lonely by F.K. Preston

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nothing-you-confess · 4 years

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“Corona skies told a story everyday. They reminded us of what had come before, what was to come, and made us look inside our hearts and homes and gaze beyond the clouds to those we couldn’t touch, who seemed so close and yet so far away.” . . . #brokenheart #poetrylovers #instagood #cityscape #instapoet #poetrycommunity #poem #poetry #poetrygram #photography #lovequotes #love #art #poetryisnotdead #writing #writer #sunset #quotes #quoteoftheday #writerscommunity #writersofig #instapoetry #writersofinstagram #prose #instagram #poet #poetryislife #poetsofinstagram #lovepoetry #poetric (at Casablanca, Morocco) https://www.instagram.com/p/CABgHY_FI_e/?igshid=1ncikedw61hsf

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