#100 days of poetry

[andromachism]

[buscemisgrl]

I've missed writing poetry so much lately, so I thought a fun project to get me back into it would be to write a poem a day for 100 days. the poems don't have to be good. they don't even have to be okay. I want to give myself permission to write shitty things!

originally, I wasn't going to post these anywhere because the pressure of sharing a first draft every day was too much. however, I think sharing them here is a way to keep myself a little more accountable. it gives me the feeling of sharing something and the drive to make it at least kind of good (as opposed to writing a silly haiku every day). but I also only have 7 followers which makes me feel like I have permission to absolutely suck sometimes bc no one will really see it!

here's the poem I've written this morning. most days so far I've been using the random word generator and incorporating that into the title/poem. today's word was, obviously, "summer."

[reicartwright]

Day 46

Create a missing poster for something or someone who has gone away.

Missing: The days when I felt like the Golden Child If found, please leave them where they were.

I’m actually glad that I didn’t realize that I like girls Until after my grandma had died. I couldn’t bear to think that she was in the world And thinking ill of me, Knowing that she was praying for me to change. I’m a bit nervous about seeing my grandpa again, Unsure of how much my freedom Has changed his view of me.

I remember when Encanto came out, I cried when señorita perfecta Isabela broke out of her cage made of plastic. (I didn’t know why until months later.) My abuela is not like that Abuela, But my mom comes from a family That doesn’t like to talk about things. We’re silenced in that way. When I finally came out to them (Quite a few of my cousins already knew), Hardly any of them acknowledged it. One uncle, his fiancee, and his daughter Were the only ones who said anything to me. Out of my mom’s six siblings, only one. But every time I post something queer on social media, That uncle sends me little emojis, Hearts and clapping hands and sometimes laughing faces. Letting me know that he’s not afraid To love me out loud.

It’s not symmetrical or perfect, But it’s beautiful. And it’s mine.

What else can I do?

[katrinascottsblog]

Another bored Monday 👍 🛑😎

[firerubyjam]

I would do anything to change the way my brain works

[chiimi-png]

112 Days of Uni [1/112]

🌒18/03/24🌖

Decided to do a take on the 100 dop challenge except with my uni semester. It's 16 weeks, 7 days, some days will be slow, others will be chaotic but if I am forced to finish this major I may as well have fun posting about it. This semester I'm taking two courses and a total of 12 hours a week however pre thesis is a really demanding course that has a big work load in between classes

First day was syllabus day, since Im retaking this damned class I already know most of the things and have most of the work done. I kind of feel like looking into transferring universities and majors to one abroad but really would need a job to pay for bills, etc. so that's out of the question for now.

[flowerytale]

If tomorrow I don't answer your calls, mom. If I don't tell you I'm coming to dinner. If tomorrow, the taxi doesn't appear. Maybe I'm wrapped in hotel sheets, on a street or in a black bag. Maybe I'm in a suitcase or I got lost on the beach. Don't be afraid, mom, if you see that I have been stabbed. Don't scream when you see that they dragged me. Mom, don't cry if you find out they impaled me. They'll tell you that it was me, that I didn't scream, that it was my clothes, the alcohol in my blood. They'll tell you it was right, that I was alone. That my psychopath ex had reasons, that I was unfaithful, that I was a whore. They will tell you that I lived, mom, that I dared to fly very high in a world without air. I swear, mom, I died fighting. I swear, my dear mom, I screamed as loud as I flew high. You'll remember me, mom, you'll know I ruined him when you'll face everyone screaming my name. Because I know, mom, you won't stop. But, for what you want more, don't tie up my sister. Don't lock up my cousins, don't deprive your nieces. It's not your fault, mom, it wasn't even mine. It's them, it will always be them. Fight for their wings, those wings that he cut me off. Fight for them, may they be free to fly higher than me. Fight to scream louder than me. May they live without fear, mom, just as I have lived. Mom, don't cry over my ashes. If tomorrow it's my turn, mom, if tomorrow I don't come back, destroy everything. If tomorrow it's my turn, I want to be the last.

Cristina Torres Cáceres Perù, 2011

[based--ball]

On the Mound (a zine about pitchers and pitching)

a collection of three poems about pitching alongside various images

full zine available to read on ao3 (archive locked) and to download and print here (dropbox link, not locked). created for the @timebegins-onopeningday ao3 collection.

how to fold a one-page zine

[aiaile]

Я думаю, что и я сам – тоже ошибка, – сказал я с натянутой улыбкой.

Мария Корелли «Скорбь сатаны»

[andromachism]

Emily Dickinson, from “The Complete Poems of Emily Dickson” (edited by Thomas H. Johnson)

[buscemisgrl]

[reicartwright]

Day 39

[studyyblur]

day 25/100

i didn't even realise and we're already done with 1/4th of the 100 days, it's been so so fun♡

to-do for tomorrow:

lecture on quadratic equations + its dpp sheet

final lecture on mole concept + its dpp sheet and 30 previous year problems

solve 50 problems on motion in 1-D (identify weak links)

attend the live lecture on basics of math

if i do end up having more time, i think i wanna do some readings on benzene and its reactions, soo that's the plan for tomorrow, i've been trying to get up earlier and earlier everyday and not rot in bed for long after waking up :D

but we're getting there, see y'all tomorrow <33

[katrinascottsblog]

Another day another blessing, cus some was here yesterday and not here nomo … I’m grateful 🥹 oh lord for seeing another

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #100

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Now there are a hundred of them! Kind of a lot of pressure to make #100 special, huh? Here's to a hundred more... and then some.

Nearly fifty things you can do in one-hundred days:

Write every morning

Laugh

Drive to your appointments

Get that ‘check engine’ light looked at

Help your friends

Fall in love again

Cook dinner

Make a nice birthday gift for your fiance

Kiss for the final time, not knowing

Live

Mop the floors

Go to therapy on occasion

Sign up for life insurance, get denied

Survive

Cook dinner

Volunteer for a good cause

Spend too much money

Battle dysphoria

Get jealous

Fool your friends

Watch an eclipse

Fool yourself

Forget to claim your free scoop of ice cream

Become single

Cry at your twenty-fifth birthday party

Go to therapy, but not enough

Write every morning

See a concert

Try not to think about it

Have a stomach ache

Cook dinner again

Throw up

Finish making a film, sort of

Show it to ten people

Go see Rocky Horror again

Help your friends, but too much

Catch COVID

Cry alone in the darkness

Stagnate

Decay

Try to breathe

Try to sleep

Try to hold down a bite

Think about it, dammit

Get high

Cry some more

Try going outside again

Make some phone calls

Say goodbye from afar

Move on?

Stay tuned today as I reblog my ten favorite one-offs from the first hundred Brain Curds.

[princessmacabre]

day 21/100 days of productivity

got up at 6.30am

morning tea & journaling

household chores

did the dishes

laundry

helped my mum at work (she’s a classical musician hence the harps)

grocery shopping at the nearby farm

packing my stuff for my departure tomorrow

reading

tea time with my maman and sisters

bathed the dog

tired. but excited. dear blue sea side, i shall see you in two days…

bisous

xx