#escapril 2023

[trickstersaint]

flush // april 13 2023

#prompt was blush but. i'm thinkin about different things :) #the stuff meds and some sunshine will do for you... #poems about identity #poems about nature #have i told you all. that i love the sun #crazy. unprecedented. i know #poetry #poem #napowrimo #escapril #poets on tumblr #poems and poetry #escapril 2023 #poems about the sun #I HAVE A TAG FOR IT??? #wow. life is so beautiful... #poetsandwriters #poetblr #poems about life

[just-looking-for-stars]

a bit of advice:

order dessert before dinner whenever you can. get the really rich option, the oreo cheesecake or chocolate mouse. lick warm, melty whipped cream off the backside of your spoon, scoop the chocolate clean off the plate, sit back and sigh and lament that you might have not saved enough room for dinner, without an ounce of regret, and then go on to finish the bread and oil and your entire bowl of pasta too. look utterly confused anytime anyone brings up their new diet, or how they need to work out before dinner, or that they are just soooo bloated, or how they just need to lose that last 5 pounds. act as if it is the most absurd thing you have heard that someone would even consider cutting calories or passing on warm cookies fresh out of the oven or ignoring the pleasure of eating a whole bag of pink starbursts in one sitting. picture yourself at age three, often. think about a time before dance classes or diet culture or tiny runway models or tumblr of 2012 got it’s hands on you. remember the way your belly rolls looked extra cute in your purple butterfly swimsuit with watermelon juice covering your sticky salt water fingers, braids wildly unkempt from summertime play (and then remember that nothing has changed with age except that now you have a blue butterfly swimsuit instead of purple). and when you can’t show up for yourself to feed this adult body that has to face the world, feed yourself at three years old, giggly and chubby, sweet talking in hopes for a second popsicle. let them know that they can have three popsicles if they want, and that tonight, we will even order our dessert before dinner.

#poetry month #!!! #and this year i’m doing #escapril #again and love it but IG and i aren’t friends anymore so i’m hesitant to post much there #so tumblr gets extra rough drafts of escapril prompts this mo th #enjoy bc chances are i’m in agony trying to get back into the routine of my writing craft again! #my writing #mine #poetry #poems #poetry of tumblr #a bit of advice #poetry prompts #escapril2023 #escapril 2023 #escaprilday3 #escapril day 3 #recovery poetry #ed recovery

[xaiper-moony]

24. Miedo

Hay algunas cosas que me dan miedo, dejando de lado la ansiedad normal que me hace morderme las uñas y lastimarme sin saberlo, porque un dolor que se puede rastrear es aún más fácil de soportar, ¿no?

Dejando a un lado esas noches en que me llegan los recuerdos de repente. Esas noches en las que mis sonrisas están en mi mente pero ninguna sale a la vista. Tengo miedo de que llegue un día en que tenga que despertarme de este espacio mental imaginario que me mantiene tan cálido, el espacio que me cuenta historias de cómo todo está bien y cómo todo mejorará.

Me temo que algún día la verdad de tu ausencia se interpondrá de nuevo en mi camino y no podré encontrar otra ruta para escapar de tus recuerdos y de los años que compartimos juntos. Y no es fácil mantenerse alejado, mucho menos distraerse, pero es muy cálido tenerte conmigo porque sin ti solo me volvería frío.

Y sabes que eso es lo que me asusta.

Tengo miedo de que esa gente de ojos fríos y corazón helado un día me diga que me mantenga ocupado para que la tristeza no se apodere de mí. Me dirán eso por milésima vez, que debo distraerme con el trabajo, porque ayuda. No, no me ayuda.

Tengo miedo de que me pidan que me despierte personas que no entienden las emociones, que piensan que es valiente no dejar salir lo que sientes, personas que se han vuelto frías porque el dolor las pintó de azul. Tengo miedo de que estas personas que no sienten emociones, algún día pasen su dolor a otra persona, a mi.

Verás, yo no le tengo miedo a la muerte, tengo miedo de ver morir los sentimientos de la gente antes de que yo muera. No quiero mirar a los ojos fríos que me recuerdan las emociones que se están muriendo. Quiero mirar a los ojos llenos de amor, aunque esté casi a punto de salir.

#Xaiper Moony #Escapril 2023 #Escritos #Escapril

[naggingjae]

"night sky with exit wounds"

constellations traced out in crimson / stars on your cheeks / the night sky - scarlet / a gradient painted in red / even my moon has imperfections / and i adore every bit of her / she wears makeup to bed / just to stay up all night / hoping for light to find her / i paint her poems in red / waiting for the light to find me / i can't word out a map / with all the might of my pen / stay with me / no, you don't need to run / stay with me / my blood / at least for the night / at least till the light finds us / it never does / it'll never do / and i'll stay with you / my blood / for all through the night / our hands were the daylight.

you ask me if god is real / if there's a way to heaven / and i offer you my small glass world / with tiny humans of hope / gigantic trenches of love / everything i ever wished - for you / but you'd still be disappointed / for my world had no god / and no trace of heaven / you are a lot like my mother / she ties a knot in her scarf for every promise she makes / you tie a knot in the past so that you can selectively move on / you both speak a language of inclusive love / can't deny ice cream / you are a lot like me too / but we've already made those comparisons / my miniature world has come crashing down / and tonight / i feel like walking on the glass shards / barefoot / bleeding onto humans of hope / drowning them / untying all the knots / wiping the scarlet blush off the night sky / not waiting for the light to find me / diving head first into the ground / to know / if god is real / if there's a way to heaven.

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[flugsvamp88]

superstition

(15/4/23)

i am the black cat at your feet waiting for you to throw a fist i like it when you’re pissed off fucked in the head makes me feel less crazy the stray animal you keep feeding scraps feed me your energy so i can return

c.m

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[wheatfieldspoet]

grief, in doses

denial

i think we could have saved you.

anger

they said you hadn’t had an appetite for ten days. ten days. and they didn’t think to call, didn’t think that their pride and stubborn belief in conspiracy should be immaterial in this moment. they just let you sit in your chair and let you fade. i gritted my teeth through the revelation of this sorrowful mystery, biting back the urge to tell them they don’t deserve to cry. they let this happen. they can keep their fucking ivermectin, i want my Lola back.

bargaining

can we go back? please, i had no idea how short the time was. i’m not asking for much, only one more walk—you don’t even have to say anything. just let me lead you down the stairs, one hand on the rail and the other in mine; let me feel the shifting weight of your aliveness before you step foot into your black car. let me have one more embrace to breathe in the scent of your perfume. let me keep your lipstick stain on my cheek. let me say goodbye, but not before giving me the chance to plead for Him not to take you yet. not yet. i’d ask for not ever, but i know that’s impossible, so please—not yet.

depression

when the weight of remembering comes, all i can do is cry. but i’ll choose to overdose on memory any day, to carry everything with me because i’m afraid i’ll forget where i put them down. the color purple, violet, but also garnet. butterflies. poker chips. the queen of hearts. banana rebosado. chocolate cake. ube. durian. a tin can of crackers, a letter opener next to it. the sound of a grandfather clock. “bésame mucho” on the magicsing. rings with large stones that never fit my fingers right but you let me play with them anyway. your hands, always soft. an eyebrow pencil for that time you realized you filled only one brow in, but not until after we were walking around the mall, one of your arches brown and the other grayed. you were graceful in your embarrassment—even if you could never look less than beautiful. i laughed about this with mom recently, and we both burst into tears after the first ha.

anger

i’m ashamed to share a bloodline with some of the men in our family. they survived wars and revolutions but couldn’t bear to plan your memorial. so they left it all to your youngest daughter and i had to be the one to tell my own mother she didn’t have to be strong. i had to feel her break in my arms.

denial

things that don’t make sense: to talk about you in the past tense; to say only Lolo and not Lolo-and-Lola; to see you in pictures and realize we can never take another; that your jewelry and perfume bottles and makeup are exactly as you left them on your dresser; that your perfectly paired blouses and satin camisoles are still hanging in your closet; that one day your things will no longer smell like you.

depression

i remember how it brought you joy to watch me sing and dance; there’s plenty documentation of this on old film, your laughter and applause underscoring the britney spears. you never knew it, but there was a time i was terrified to sing at family events—but i would for you. “moon river” was a song i learned from you. dad played the guitar and i sang to you the whole time. you kept your eyes on me, smiling as you sang the words back. just for me. that night, i made a playlist of songs i could sing with you the next time i got a chance. i didn’t get one. but somewhere in between your novena days, i found the garageband file where you, Lolo, mom, and i sang “somethin’ stupid” for one of your anniversaries. i isolated our vocals together and wept for an hour.

bargaining

can i visit you past the veil and keep no promises? if i am told to walk ahead and not look back, i will give a non-committal nod, knowing full well i love you too much to lose that chance. i’m sorry for all the time i took for granted. i hadn’t even thought there would be a last one.

denial

i am a child again and i am walking with you hand in hand in a field of butterflies. they float above our heads, creating a halo around yours. i giggle in wonder—so pretty!—and name every color i see and can feel the fondness through the warmth of your squeeze. you loosen your hold and nudge me forward gently, telling me to chase them. my delight rings through the air as i skip through the grass. then i think: this is a moment i should be sharing with you. i turn around, only to find a flock of purplewings where you once stood. i reach out my hands to catch one, but they flutter away in a burst.

acceptance

i wake up.

— jade a.

escapril day 10: drug of choice

bonus prompt - @darlingwendy: The Kubler-Ross model, or the five stages of grief, is often thought of as a linear experience. The reality is much different. Playing with a non-linear narrative, write a poem that grieves.

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[peakogreen]

inner flex

—

feeling out of place

happiness is

but a taste

I was mediocre in everything I wrote

but I can be content in my growth

I can

exercise patience,

build the strength to listen,

sculpt this disposition,

turn gratitude

to muscle memory

.•.peako green•.•

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[lessdepth]

day 2 of escapril: EAVESDROP

may god look in our open window / kissing that girl / liquid fire in my belly / drinking smiles / naked embrace no blushing / not sacred though delicious

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[angelus-a13]

blush

tell me why, you glow so watching me in the early evening we share this love story headphones on, lying on the floor your light falling across my skin clasping onto me, our lovers embrace pink fading into night the record runs, ends tell me why you must leave stay, i beg, stay I’ll await your call and let the stars take me to bed instead

#blush #day 13 #escapril #escapril 2023 #poem #poet #poetry #writer #writing

[getcareless]

A New Form

A new form for us to explore.

It’s what the storm brought to our shore.

I felt forced to stay on course

but my horse could travel no more.

My pen’s running sore,

the ink is a venomous source.

I’m strenuous at most,

feeling like a ghost that’s tense against remorse.

Some flowers fall victim to gross.

Addicted to posts,

I had to stop and think, take a drink

before I could sit and chill on the coast.

JEP

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[trickstersaint]

a bit(e) of advice // april 3 2023

#escapril #prompt: a bit of advice #OH YEAH BABEY. RELIGION AND BLOOD #poems about religion #poems about catholicism + vampirism #escapril 2023 #napowrimo #poems and poetry #poets on tumblr #poetsandwriters #poems on tumblr #poetry #it's MY poem and I get to put silly little puns in it!!!!!!

[rosestormwolf]

2023 Escapril day 10: Drug of Choice

#shoutout to my caffeine addiction #escapril #escapril 2023 #poetry #poem #coffee #caffeine #personal #mine

[xaiper-moony]

28. Un error

Doy un paso fuera de sincronía y tropiezo

Su mano me atrapa y sonreímos

Mi costado arde y comienza a sangrar

Y sé que mi alma ahora es suya

Aferrados el uno al otro, estallando de risa

Mientras su instinto huele mi sangre

Arranca mi piel, arranca mi corazón

Puedo soportar sus afiladas uñas mordiéndome las costillas

Desgarrando mi carne con sus dientes afilados

La sangre goteando de su barbilla, para ella tan dulce como el sirope

Mis ojos blancos fijos en los suyos

Su hambre aún no es saciada, pero yo estoy seco

Sé que no saldré de aquí con vida

Sé que ella no lo sabe, y decido que ya no me importa

#Xaiper Moony #Escapril 2023 #Poemas #Escapril

[honiedcitrus]

a few days behind, but here's day 7 inspired by the following prompts:

escapril - skin

cgcprompts - write a pantoum, ghazal, or sonnet (does this qualify as a sonnet?)

this is something i've been wanting to write for a while but couldn't find the words for. still haven't really captured it, but i'm glad i'm finally finding some words.

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[flugsvamp88]

repetition

(26/4/23)

wake up smoke cry wash call sleep panic break blackout repeat recycle

c.m

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[wheatfieldspoet]

good girl syndrome

the thing about growing up a good girl is that i don’t know how to be anything else without knowing who i should impress.

i might as well make an audience out of everyone, but it is impossible to please them all even as i exhaust myself juggling my scripts and roles.

sometimes i feel like existence is attention and the approval of others is proof i am doing something good enough with my life.

but in a discord room on that first lockdown halloween, strangers cheered for “never have i ever” and this poor little good girl had an anxiety attack.

they never tell you how effortless it is: sinking into shame. what do i have to show for being good? the admission that i was 25 and had never really lived?

sometimes i wish i had given into a little more peer pressure, so i too could laugh about mistakes like they were scars from youth with stories to tell.

but despite the time that has passed, it is not too late for a coming-of-age; to define my own right and wrong with a little less fear, needing no one else’s applause.

slowly, i am learning that existence is not performance, and that maybe not everything has to be a story, and that a good life is the one i am living for me.

— jade a.

escapril day 4: attention

#escapril #escapril 2023 #napowrimo #napowrimo 2023 #glopowrimo #glopowrimo 2023 #poetry #poem #spilled ink #mine #mine: poem #adventurerswrite