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edwardastormwrites · 6 months
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What are the most powerful quotes you have ever come across?
Stay genuine, tables will turn.
In life you are presented with two choices “evolve or repeat”.
If you get that gut feeling that something isn’t right about a person or situation, trust it.
Be ready to lose anyone anytime.
Apologize when you’re wrong. Stop looking for quotes that support your stupidity.
Commitment isn’t scary, wasting years of your life is.
Anything you lose by speaking your truth isn’t a loss. It’s an alignment.
The less you say, the more your words will matter.
Your life isn’t yours if you always care what others think.
Working on yourself, by yourself, for yourself.
Sherry Cam
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theauthorpaula · 4 months
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(via How To Write Poetry: Tips For Beginners)
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vmaddesso · 10 months
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Poetry…💖
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10-813-08 · 2 years
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— Somewhere a Band is Playing, Ray Bradbury
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captainpirateface · 1 year
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natjennie · 2 years
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i have a bunch of stickers I dont use bc i dont want to waste them or ruin things with stickers yknow but i think i would like to make a little sticker collage... mmm
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moderndaymystic · 4 months
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Intimacy is not just about sex. It's having heart-to-hearts, staying up all night talking, sharing childhood memories, thoughts, fears, dreams & hopes for the future. It's uncontrollable laughter, direct eye contact and feeling each other without touching - it's exchanging energy
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waitingforthesunrise · 4 months
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don’t you love when you’re casually reading a random poem and suddenly come across a line that burrows into your bones and becomes the definition of your heart for the next 17 years
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phantom-ghost-girl · 4 months
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My first poetry book comes out December 8th 2023 🌻🌻
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softhe4rted · 3 months
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first read on @exitmusicfrafilm’s post about 2023
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ashaseth · 6 months
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10 Best Fall Poems for Poetry Lovers
Howdy, readers? Enjoying autumn? The fall season, with its vibrant show of colors and the crisp autumn air, has long been a muse for poets and writers alike. As nature’s paintbrush sweeps the landscape in warm shades of red, orange, and gold, it inspires an outpouring of creativity that captures the essence of this transient yet enchanting time of year. In the realm of poetry, the fall season…
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edwardastormwrites · 5 months
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Dear Poetry Readers,
I am first and foremost an avid reader of poetry.  I host a podcast about poetry's history.  My first book is a small collection of poems about rising up during hard times.  Faith and gratitude are themes.  I would greatly appreciate the opportunity to impress you.  Please check out my book for free on Kindle unlimited or to own for $3.
Link to the book:  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CLKY9LVZ?ref=d6k_applink_bb_dls&dplnkId=ff22b059-265e-4ff8-9619-49f25e4e7260
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great-and-small · 1 year
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Was looking for a book today when I saw these various animal books all on the same shelf and noticed their titles made a nice little impromptu poem about veterinary medicine
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inkskinned · 9 months
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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"
like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.
"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."
... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.
and i'd still keep writing.
i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.
i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley
"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"
and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.
it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.
you create because you're greedy.
#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME#there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing#and the writing is what i need to be doing#writeblr#this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to#edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol#i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!!#my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means#i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her)#hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong#i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet.#i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse#i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!!#i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO#i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness#and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it#im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us#i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer#and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art.#i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work#even if it means being miserable#but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.
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skellydun · 9 months
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absolutely love reading such a well-written story and falling a bit in love with the author based solely on the way they write. like baby the way you italicize words makes my heartbeat quicken.
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soracities · 1 month
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Dunya Mikhail, from Diary of a wave outside the sea (trans. Elizabeth Winslow and Dunya Mikhail) [ID'd]
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