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thisisafault · 6 months
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darkhousepoetry · 2 months
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lauveart · 7 months
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Hello, Art here.
So, hello there. I'm Art, and welcome to my blog. From here, I'll be posting some freestyle poems wherein it holds the unsaid words and cloudy thoughts.
For the days I thought I couldn't survive, come with poems and prose. For the days I thought I wouldn't make it, those words rose; saving my last bit of sanity.
Still in the middle of clearing those blockage, bit by bit braving my way through the people I wish to catch up once again. And here, in this blog account of mine, will lie everything in between.
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release-by-eileen · 8 months
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I am diving into the Alphabet Superset Challenge!
Each week, I'll be crafting a poem and short story inspired by various writing genres 🖋️
Poem: In the first stanza, I’ll paint a picture of the genre, and in the second, I’ll describe the purpose behind it.
Short story guidelines: The short story elaborates on the poem for the dedicated genre.
Join me on this literary adventure as we explore the power of words and imagination, one letter at a time 📖
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firetigerwriter · 1 year
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The addiction was enough for me. Only in short bursts, of course, because the pleasure of addiction wasn't sustainable, and it was ungratifying even when it was. No -- addiction could only be delicious in small bursts of wanting, the ache of desire fermented just long enough to mature into something worth fulfilling. If the desire hadn't matured -- if it hadn't begun the process of breaking down within its host -- then there was no need to pacify it. There needed to be a descension. A breakdown. A helplessness found only in Purgatory. Addiction was only satisfying in the necessity of being saved. . . My writing journal, 1.2.23 . . . #writingjournal #journal #writing #thoughts #addiction #amwriting #writersofIG #writersofinstagram #desire #breakdown #insanity #poetry #prose #poetryandprose #midnightthoughts https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm9TIn9SlrV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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thatlaylachick · 2 years
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Spooky Time is here! Here's a little #poetry and photo montage celebrating just that! Yes, that's a Voodoo doll, and yes, she's holding one too. 😉 Haha, I crack myself up. 🖤🧡 #witchesofinstagram #spellwork #rhymetime #poetryandprose #micropoetry #happyfallyall https://www.instagram.com/p/CjBZ-Z0vmMS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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writtenbygrimes · 1 month
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Sawing Logs
Mighty bridges sway and crashTumbling end over endInto raging waters belowWinds howlChimes twist and clatterAs a terrible storm comes ashoreA chainsawMenacing in the distanceApproaches closer and closerA cacophony of sights and soundsDisjointed and violent Nonsensical and threateningMy eyes snap open My racing heart slows its rhythm And disappointment takes the place of anxietyIn my dreams,High…
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i-am-theseeker · 10 months
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SPEAK – four poems by Tainted Trailer
Deterministic Statistic, Void, Chainsaw Shotgun and SpeakSPEAK – four poems by Tainted Trailer
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nakedwritingblog · 1 year
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Book Review: Variety is the Spice of Life by Sally Cronin
I remember it was sometime around Thanksgiving that this book was released and the author, Sally Cronin, had put up a post on Fb announcing it’s release on Kindle. Being in Dhaka, I had no way of accessing the book as Kindle does not work in this country. I asked Sally if the paperback was available. Without a second thought, Sally sent me her book. It was the sweetest gesture. ‘Variety is the…
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edwardastormwrites · 5 months
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Link to the book:  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CLKY9LVZ?ref=d6k_applink_bb_dls&dplnkId=ff22b059-265e-4ff8-9619-49f25e4e7260
#writers #authors #booklovers #BookBoost #BookTwitter #AuthorsofTwitter #selfpublish
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thisisafault · 8 months
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catharsis burns
a sketch lined palm
it pains, it crutches
liberty, jealous harm
her virgin match
strikes the ardour
It falls, it fails
scalding, icy balm
Words by me // Catharsis
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bethanydelleman · 1 year
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AITA for advising my goddaughter not to marry a penniless sailor?
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Looking for an honest opinion here.
Some year ago my best friend died. I am childless unfortunately, but she left behind three daughters, at the time they were E 16, A 14, and M 10. I became something of a mother figure to them, especially to A. We both love poetry and dislike playing cards. Also important: their father is high rank (I can't say what without doxing them).
This year, A was 19. She met a man, W 21, who was in the navy. He had no money, no current posting, and way too much swagger. Imagine my horror when A told me they were engaged! Not only was he far below her in status, but he had no plan to support her as a wife or a mother to their inevitable children. He told me he was "lucky" and he knew he would be rich. As if!
We are at war with France right now! W could get lucky and win huge prize money or he could be unlucky and die. Or come home missing half his limbs, or just never make more than his salary. This is a huge risk for A! And her personal fortune isn't really enough to live on.
So I told her that this was a horrible idea and to break it off. She did. Now A has been really sad and withdrawn, she's even lost weight. I really feel like I made the right decision, but it's hard to see her suffering. AITA?
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u/MiniBabyCakes
Wow, NTA at all!
I don't love the classism in this post, but you care about this girl and you told her some hard truths. She probably isn't ready for the responsibility of being married if she's making these reckless decisions. Especially to accept someone without any money or a job!
Hopefully, A will move on soon and find someone else. All you can do is keep being there for her.
u/BunnyBunBun I don't know, I want more INFO. Did A actually ask for advice or was OP just sticking her nose in without anyone asking? I have a feeling that the class thing is a bigger deal than OP is admitting...
u/Indiana-Dreams Are you saying she's just supposed to stand there and watch a person she cares about ruin her life? And who cares if she's classist, this is a bad move no matter what!
AITA Jane Austen Masterpost
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hbcsource · 11 months
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@louiseconstad: #helenabonhamcarter and I @louiseconstad getting ready for the Hay Festival Event #poetryandprose
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release-by-eileen · 4 months
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M is for Mystery
Within the intricate web of shadows, an undeniable sin casts its clandestine trace. Behind closed doors and veiled glances, an agenda takes shape in a hidden space - an orchestration of motives and machinations.
As the investigation unfolds, the spotlight turns to all, for in this enigmatic narrative, every individual wears the shroud of suspicion, and yet, paradoxically, each bears the guise of a victim. The lines blur between perpetrator and prey, creating a mystique that defies the conventions of truth and falsehood. The unravelling mystery becomes a mirror reflecting the complexity of human nature, where innocence and guilt dance in a tangled waltz.
As layers peel away, the narrative unveils the raw and unfiltered emotions, bold in their capacity for both good and evil. The characters, entangled in the threads of fate, reveal the vulnerability and resilience woven into the fabric of their existence.
The mystery transcends the boundaries of a mere whodunit, transforming into an exploration of the human psyche. It becomes a journey into the shadows where secrets are born, sins are committed, and agendas are concealed. The story, like a riddle wrapped in an enigma, creates a lingering sense of awe at the intricacies that define the human experience.
Thank you for reading!
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headinthecloudsxblog · 10 months
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Vulnerable
You left me naked and scared as I opened myself up to you petal by petal like a blooming peony. Bit by bit, you devoured me savoring every taste. Bittersweet the tears I shed, as you engulf me. I asked for it they say. I never knew an insatiable being. You were the first.
Bite me. Scratch me. Munch after munch. Sweet blood that flows within. Soothes me on the outside like the tears caused by a sadist soothes the burning pain within. Pain and pleasure, God's greatest design...
pop goes the cherry.
Now hold me in your arms as I cry,
Dear mother
He left me naked and bare
Like an animal, left to die
I'll never be rare.
#poetryandprose #writer #death #love #vulnerable #darkacademia
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