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marketfreshfics · 2 days
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Poem request just for Ominis? No MC, no other characters, just him? Idlove something melancholy.
A burden rests upon a soul wrought and weary, the weight of history bearing down. Endured in quiet agony, a profound legacy is left behind, and my hands are pried open to reclaim.
The significance of it all…
It is where webbed truths remain veiled in shadows, catching stray hopes, preying on promises.
And with the familial bond bared, I am an oversight, deemed over sight, haze so profound, so permanent.
This reality is rooted firmly in tragedy and all that it has toiled.
Thoughts dwell in the depths, where whispers long to linger, embracing my deepest fears with a tender touch that unveils vulnerability amidst villains.
Dark inheritance mars the days past and present, with future on the cusp;
I grapple with the foreshadowing, the black clouds, the miasma that threatens to engulf, encroaching.
But it is overcast; caught in limbo of what was, what is, what could be. Freedom eludes me. Liberation, lies. Escape, forbids.
These shadows entwine, tendrils delicately woven through my veins.
A stagnant inheritance of sorrow. Gold with the tarnish of ash. A kingdom’s throne of thorns.
Enveloped in contemplation, I delve to uncharted territories of my being.
These lungs crave a mere respite of radiance, capable of piercing the unwavering void.
And in isolation, a fragile flicker moves within, celebrating defiance of the oppressive darkness.
To escape this prison constructed by kin, to let my blood, to wash it clean, such filth in purity;
The irony is not lost on me. I beg, sanctuary. I remain, all-seeing.
I have seen… enough.
Track cover: @starrysallow
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l-michalska-writer · 7 months
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Protective prompts
Perhaps i should phrase myself better. You. Wont. Lay. A. Single. Finger. On. Her.
Yeah, I killed him. I won't apologize for that.
He had it coming.
"He was asking for it." "For a beat-up?" "Yeah."
I don't care if you want me here or not. I'm staying.
You're in a hospital because of them and I'll put in a morgue everyone who is responsible for that.
He said what?!
"He had it coming." "you killed him." "Exactly."
He was asking for it.
You have my permission to kill him whenever you like, darlin'.
Are you falling in love with me, hon'?
You're playing a dangerous game, darlin'.
"My father wants to meet you." "I swear, one single bad word about you comes out od his mouth... I'll kill him."
You’ll stay by my side until I tell you so.
„You’d defy the gods, only for me?” „i would destroy the gods for you.”
You can change what you do but you cant change what you want.
If I cant have you no one should.
*someone’s bothering her* him: would you like to fuck off?
How many drinks would it take to make you mine?
Who. Did. This. To. You?
You don't want to make me jealous, honey.
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the-cypress-grove · 7 months
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Prompt: 6
There was something holy about her but in the way a natural disaster was considered an 'act of god.'
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schuylerpeck · 20 days
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Woot woot!! It’s NAPOWRIMO time, babeeeyyy!! Pen a poem everyday for 30 days or browse around and write when you can—the choice is yours. ❤️ I’ve loved making prompt lists over the years and I’m excited to see what this years brings. Be silly! Write some bad poems! Write some okay poems! Enjoy ya’self. Love you. ❤️
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sleepyowlwrites · 1 year
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writing prompts! all about the ache edition
it's just such a good word, okay?
how much longer will my bones keep aching?
my fingertips are bruised, my head is aching
you were aching and the agony from dusk until the dawn
and my aching emotions left alone with the memories I shudder to reveal
he was aching for his own but I made him mine
you lie down and wait for the aching to subside
when your head tells you it's aching but the source point is unfound
but there is an aching beauty in the way you paint the paper
depths of a heart, pumping 'til I ache, reaching for what is gone
there's an ache beneath his tongue when he opens up his mouth
skin will ache when it's being made new
I ache when the doors are closed, when the floorboards sit quiet for too long
my feet shift in boots and ache after loving the ground for too long
I spent days layering paint over paint to replicate the ache in my being
there were things I ached to tell you before it all slipped away
can't sleep for hours, now my head aches
the glass that creaks and aches when I peer from inside to outside is not an ambient sound of happenstance
it aches, and almost all the time
even the dead have delights, even the sun aches to rise
it aches, it eats me and I still don't know its name
the blood runs sweet over the ache in my skin
there's a pleasant ache in goodbye, in knowing that I'll see you again
take away the aches and I don't think I could take it
she waits like a dewdrop for the effervescent ache of disappearing
you are the ache, and despise the way I cannot let you go
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coopzine · 7 days
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peakogreen · 7 months
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October 2023 Prompts
1. before I drown
2. invisible shapes
3. tunnel to tomorrow
4. in the fibres of
5. clouds cover me
6. toes too timid
7. saddest slope
8. the water in my veins
9. pull me past the pain
10. stars of ginger
11. when flowers die
12. guarded by the gravity
13. cracked pearls
14. you insisted
15. love comes through
16. in the pocket of our friendship
17. such a wonderful will
18. forces of mystery
19. weak words
.•.peako green•.•
Here are this month’s Peako Prompts.
Feel free to use them however & whenever you like :)
use any peako-related tags
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poppiesandpromises · 8 months
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a tragedy of (choose your own) proportions
a prompt: one of my favorite things about poetry is the way you can write about one thing and make it about something else entirely. The challenge: write about a minor inconvenience as though it was a soul-crushing event (maybe it was!) Make the title the event and tag me so I can read it!
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NaPoWriMo Prompts
Hello everybody!
I was inspired by @fragiledewdrop's @versesforthedew prompts two years ago, which really got me writing for some of her prompts. So, I'd figured I'd do the same for this month. Like with her poetry prompts, they could be used for prose too (and could help out with your book!)
If you tag me at @betweenthetimeandsound, I'll find your work and reblog them.
addicted to tragedy
half-naked beauty
running without a pursuer
revolt of the angels
a dying rose
crucifixion
bleeding lips
walking on ice
the undefeated
hypocrisy
an era of discontent
there she goes...
despair and hope
for love to replace your shame
broken jade
ritual sacrifice
apocalypse
until eternity
bright red
emptiness
perilous time
habits of the soul
cigar-laced kiss
sunken cost
heavy in your arms
the blue of my oblivion
paradise
figments in watercolor
my sister's crown
resurrection
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emerald-kryptonite · 7 months
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I look at you while you're cooking. Hair tied up. A rogue hair strand of your hair falls in your eyes. You laugh and look at me asking me to get it off your face. I fix your hair and try to fight this feeling. I want to hug you from the back. Hold you as you're making dinner. And rest my head on your shoulder. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask. "I just zoned out" I reply and you shrug. Oh my love how can you not know how beautiful you are?
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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!
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l-michalska-writer · 1 year
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“They met again after years” prompts:
You’re married?
You’re even more beautiful than I’ve remembered.
You’ve waited for me this whole time?
Look at you! You’re so big now.
“You turned out alright.” “Not thanks to you.”
Do you like what you see?
You look just like her.
I have the letters you wrote me.
Do you remember how tangled we got in our feelings?
I still wear the smile you gave me.
I was gonna marry you…
Where have you been all this time?
Why didn’t you call? Even once?
You have a daughter?
You got married?
I missed you.
My oh my, how does time fly.
“I’m stronger now.” “I see.”
Do you like what you’ve become?
I was gonna ask you to marry me.
You left without a word of explanation.
“I’m not a child anymore.” “I can see that.”
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hearthspeaker · 7 months
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hello~ I'm trying something special for the month of October and would love for you to join me! I've created 9 poetry prompts, inspired by inktober, to gather up the creepy cozy vibes for autumn's pinnacle. The intersection of creepy and cozy is where I feel the most inspired, so I'm hoping these one word prompts invoke creativity for us all! I'll be starting on October 1st, and my personal challenge is to fill the whole board, but if you play along with me, you could just shoot for a bingo! We can use this opportunity to shine some light on old work or conjure up something entirely new. If you use my prompts, please tag me! I'd love to see them being used!
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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.
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sleepyowlwrites · 1 year
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writing prompts! all about sleep edition
and it troubled me and worried my sleep
but for the faces I saw in my half-sleep
do the stars retreat behind the blue to sleep in their ocean beds?
life is more than words spoken in your sleep
too old to move, too young to sleep
I need an avalanche to wake me from this sleep
I don't mind a little swimming if it helps you sleep
sleep is just my nemesis of sorts, something I chase without reprieve
I'll sleep again knowing I can't hide my guilt
I sent you sunflowers, will you sing me to sleep?
I can hardly dream if I don't sleep
what elixir are we drinking tonight? will it help us sleep while our eyes are open wide?
we must be quiet because the monsters are sleeping
winter was ages ago. I'm still sleeping it off
the quiet of a sleeping house
they say go to sleep, that sleeping is a must
if I stitched your constellations to the quilt of my night sky, would you watch over me as I slept?
he never had a body but he slept beside me on the bed
I emptied my intentions into the lake where I slept
and as I slept, I dreamed
while you're sleeping I am waiting for your lungs disappear
the city sleeps behind us in the rearview mirror
I'm holding onto the gravity before sleep can claim my soul
there's an empty bit of sorrow when sleep arrives to take its toll
and when I sleep beside you there is nothing left to fear
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It’s wild to me that people will write sentences, do a little line break, and call it poetry. Like first of all that’s a poem (yes, technically that is a poem) but it’s not poetry! Meanwhile, I pour out the entirety of my soul into my work, labor over every individual word choice, never post a poem until i’m at least 80% sure that it’s at least adequate… and yet i still have this creeping dread that I’ll never be good enough to be loved nor admired.
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