#escapril 2020

[barelyevenwriting]

Day 2 Growth/Decay

It's a careful balance on a knife's edge. 

.

Swing between hollow and whole, 

Twisting paths and tales into hallowed halls, 

That cannot remember--

.

You used to be more 

Than a jumble of lying scars

-- or so you believed. 

.

You would never make it past your expiration date

So why bother? 

.

Why sink down roots 

There where seeded thoughts 

Come to reminisce and die?

.

You cannot be made out of lies, 

Because careful confection

Does not suit the bruised edges of your teeth,

And lies only work to tangle 

Futures and faiths together in time.

.

     Before truth unwinds the mass--

.

"It's not about forgiveness,"

You tell your body with careless swipes

Of unkind thumbs. 

.

You come undone, 

Festering in silence,

Rotting into dark corners 

where the eye cannot reach. 

.

Yet, you bloom in equal measure,

Begging the past to finally let go,

The green of your fingertips to listen and stay. 

.

You hold--

.

Desperate and (un)true--

For the passing of time to reclaim you,

To paint you back into vibrant blues and roses. 

.

You wither, 

                 And

                        Yet

           You                  grow.

#thought cabinet #my stuff #writer has anxiety and will post old poems in queue to avoid further anxiety #escapril #escapril 2020 #borrowed stories #day 2 #queue #I'm probably at work and struggling #wish I was here #Tobias #my writing #poem #poetry #excuse the . in between paragraphs #tumblr is being a butt about formating

[angelus-a13]

it’s getting dark

a sunset that tastes of spring in the way of that first crisp breeze that rolls through the field by the houses the stain of yellow petals by the old walls reminds me of walking home, of sitting in the park in the dying light our sunflower who left and we stopped, left too nights behind monuments, stolen back from early winter twilight I've an itch in my bones for those times to chase the dark away and find the lightness in my heart once more

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[encrucijada]

[ images: the average weight of your organs by @encrucijada / purple petaled flowers by annie spratt / pretty little things by the crane wives / the average weight […] by @encrucijada ]

THE AVERAGE WEIGHT OF YOUR ORGANS; A FLASH FIC

an extended version of my piece of the same name from my first escapril attempt in 2020. about flowers that grow inside of people, even after they die. now published in the online journal ALOCASIA.

#also yes i know there's a typo we can all look away #writeblr #flash fiction #aroace fiction #pia.docx #.web #pia.pdf

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[jellicle-shifters-au]

i’m working on the escapril 2020 prompts and

yall day one is gonna be a doozy

#i literally need to have one of the interns at work help me with it #i want it to be as medically accurate as possible #(i work at a veterinary hospital) #someone is having an extremely bad day #that’s all i’m gonna say

[typeflux]

angel-angle

reuploading this as well LMFAO something is brewing, lads

this prose poem originally started from escapril 2019, then i revised it and got it published in "Fixation," the WriterSkill Online Zine of S.Y. 2019-2020.

[ original post ]

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[eternalsummer2006]

The Last Scene In The Movie by Eleanor Hsieh

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[oozins]

poem about staying up for the sunrise

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#happy escapril day 1! don't really like this but it felt good to start writing again #my art #art tag #my writing #poetry #poem #spilled ink #escapril #napowrimo #escapril 2020 #tender

[xaiper-moony]

Día 2: Crecimiento / Decadencia

Mientras recuerdo el momento en que nos tomamos de la mano por última vez, pude sentir el viento y las hojas atadas a nuestros nervios, latiendo con el estruendo de nuestros corazones.

¿Cómo podríamos escapar de nuestro propio refugio, sabiendo que no podríamos volver a aferrarnos a los que se habían ido?

Centímetros, metros, kilómetros, cada vez más lejos, una distancia creciendo.

Quizá algún día, podamos vernos de nuevo...

~•~

Por alguna razón, mi mente aún se detiene en los recuerdos que dejamos atrás, con las hojas caídas en la tierra dorada.

Ahora, somos islas lejanas.

Somos los ecos del susurro de la hierba bajo nuestros pies, cuando una vez disfrutamos del sol poniéndose en el horizonte. Ahora me pregunto cómo demonios sobrevivir a la soledad, al vacío de las calles y mi mente.

Y quizá la flor que te regalé haya marchitado, tal vez ahora baile con la brisa, como el vaivén de la sangre vital con el canto de la muerte.

¿Cómo escaparía aquella rosa de papel, o incluso la brisa, a la melancolía de la tarde de aquel lunes?

(Parte de los escritos de Escapril 2020 que jamás publiqué)

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[d0ll-part-s]

monday’s child

i.k.b

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[mimetolith]

 a mayfly hatched at night

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[barelyevenwriting]

Day 30 Dusk

This is where you grew,

Sunlight carefully touching down on clear water

That smooths down the edges of everything it touches.

    You wondered a couple of times,

If you’d laid there long enough

Would it clean you up as well?

    If sand and water can wipe the anger out metal,

And bloom shores with colorful stones,

Why wouldn’t it paint sunsets on your back?

    The light goes down,

But you never go down with it.

    Instead, you rise

Higher, and higher

Until sun kissed fingertips

Can caress the edges of the stars.

    Let the moon shine over all of your sins,

Make them clear and gentle to the night,

So the ocean can see the paths it needs to fill

The wounds it must steer clear off.

    You were born here,

Suspended in time,

Perpetually waiting for the night to come

For the sun to set and the wind to blow.

    You were careless here,

Fell in and out of love with a memory

That would never fade.

    You allowed yourself to believe

That sunrises would always mean farewell

And only midnight could let your feelings bloom.

    But you couldn’t really know,

Could you?

    That by flicking your feelings away,

You were dooming your heart to misremember,

To always ache and leave by dawn.

    You were waiting for the night, dear

But it was always the morning that would set you really free.

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[encrucijada]

WTW GHOST GALA - DAY 9: Candy Corn

tell us how you chose the title of your wip

when putting my yearly escapril prompts into collections i picked a line from the first entry to turn into titles. my 2020 collection was titled underside of my tongue (from a poem about eos and hemera) and my 2021 collection was titled what the sun tastes like (from a poem about icarus). the first entry of my 2022 collection was about a concept that, ironically, came to me in a dream. it involved young adults with powers of oneiric creation filming themselves pulling things out of their dreams. the line i chose was originally "if you keep staring i'll never fall asleep" in full, and so we got keep staring and i'll never fall asleep.

when i decided to adapt my pjo ocs into an original ip i had to find a replacement for demigods, having been unable to make something out of that idea of oneiric creators i began worldbuilding around the concept of dreamers. i don't consider a wip official until it's titled and keep staring and i'll never fall asleep was just... perfect. i picked a different line from that first escapril 2022 entry to retitle the collection (until the dream dislodges) and the old title passed onto my new wip. it's an obvious title for a contemporary fantasy book revolving around oneiric creation (along with other dream-adjacent things). but i find it sort of poetic. i love that it feels menacing, almost like a warning. i love that it makes sleep seem almost dangerous. if i made the effort to keep analysing it i could say it relates to adam and piedad, the main conflict of the book, who haunt each other in dreams. i could say it's about the oneiroi (the physical manifestation of dreams) keeping watch over the dreamers.

#the albino rabbit with the red eyes is Such a look actually #wanted to make the covers blue because that is the Colour(tm) of keep staring. but i couldn't find photos i liked #or that i could edit in a satisfying way on canva #wtwevent #wtwcommunity #( wip ) greek tragedy!

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[boysaints]

modern medusa

every picture you’ve seen of medusa looks the same:

empty socket eyes, black hole mouth,

hair a ragged nest of grass snakes.

you’ve always wondered:

what it would be like

to be under her thrall:

eyes fixated on hers, unable to look away

(of course you don’t know it,

but you’ve always imagined them to be green,

like the plants growing on your windowsill.)

perseus defanged the beast,

severed her head and held it up,

a trophy for everyone to admire.

(you’ve always imagined that empty mouth

would be filled with regrets:

wasn’t i beautiful?

wasn’t i young and full of life?

now see what’s become of me--

men avert their eyes

and praise the boy who slew me.)

it was never your fault,

you want to whisper to the statue,

you were just the scapegoat in their terrible game.

(the statue’s mouth is open so wide

you think it might swallow you whole.)

modern medusa flicks cigarette ash to the ground,

runs a hand through her writhing curls, says,

perseus never killed me,

only thought he did.

it’s a shame, really--

the boy was so easy to fool.

-L.R.

escapril day 26: serpentine

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[oh-writing-my-writing]

tie askew, wings forgotten.

on every breath

is fervent, his lover's name.

praise pressed to his collarbones,

a kiss filthy on his hips,

the haloed head bows to worship divine sin.

the seraph kneels

before He who makes him whole —

at the unholy altar

of profound rhapsody.

ecstasy.

and then they sway, and writhe

in each other's arms,

not to the rich harmony of harps in the

glorious, above skies -

but the breathless whimpers buried in the slovenly sheets.

now sullied,

with their chaste

naked

love.

some nights,

when an angel comes home to his humanity,

and lucid blue of grace meets

the glory of a soul,

even heaven cries out for earthly pleasures.

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