#inspireamuse

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

What Is Love

First Love i’m First Love...and i never learned how to leave i’m the flutter in a young heart the rush of blood to cheeks the scribbled names on notebook margins i burned bright and fast a spark in the dark they say i’m unforgettable...and it’s true i linger like the smell of summer rain but the truth is i don’t know how to end things gently i vanish like a wisp and i never, ever fully move on

Unrequited Love

i’m Unrequited Love...and i can’t stop hoping i’m the hand that reaches out into empty space the gaze that lingers a second too long i live in half-spoken words and awkward silences in the late-night messages never sent i give everything ...expecting nothing except maybe the chance to be seen just once like sunlight through a cracked door

Familial Love

i’m Familial Love...and i hold it all together i’m the embrace of a parent the laughter at the dinner table the unspoken understanding across generations i’ve survived wars distance silence and time but i am not always easy...i can be heavy a duty a responsibility that binds too tight i carry the weight of a thousand yesterdays and sometimes i fear i am taken for granted

Forbidden Love

i’m Forbidden Love...and i thrive in the shadows i’m the kiss stolen in the dark the secret held close i live in whispers in the spaces between glances in the thrill of what should never be i promise everything...but give nothing i leave a trail of scars wrapped in sweet memories and though i seem intoxicating i always fade with the sunrise

Self-Love

i’m Self-Love...and i’m still learning how to speak up i am the mirror that smiles back the deep breath of relief i grow slowly like roots finding their way through rock i’m the warm bath after a long day the quiet forgiveness the small victories no one else notices but i’m often overshadowed by my louder siblings drowned out by guilt shame...or comparison i’m here tonight because i want to learn to take up space to be as big as the love i give away

Enduring Love

i’m Enduring Love...and i’ve been around forever i’m the hand held through hospital beds the wrinkles shared the ‘i love you’ said for the thousandth time with new meaning i am not perfect i’ve faced doubts temptations storms i’ve learned the art of patience the practice of forgiveness i am what remains when the fireworks fade the gentle glow of embers that keeps the cold away but sometimes i wonder...am i still enough or have i forgotten what it means to stay

[lipikkawrites]

A lot will go wrong before everything goes right.

Keep moving forward.

-@lipikkawrites

[minimalist-quotes]

A lot will go wrong before everything goes right. Keep moving forward

-@lipikkawrites

[prasannawrites]

And if, July leaves me—empty hearted, empty throated &

empty-handed, I pray it spares my bed, bellyful with

dreams of you. My pillow or my head—I cannot discern

who romanticizes you more. I sometimes wake with your

eyes: those days, I pay attention to everything. A common

dream—you scatter your words downwind, and I do my

best to collect and recreate the poem, but you always set

it ablaze at the end, and I awake. Maybe it’s a half-formed

metaphor for yearning, maybe it’s me trying to reconcile

you with the ‘you’ in my dreams (though little is different).

I dreamt you once planted jasmines in my heart & they

bloomed in minutes.

I dreamt you told me to drive four

hours north to scream in the densest forest I can get to,

and no matter what I said, it always echoed back

‘love love love love love’.

I dreamt of your hands, it was in the distance,

and ran towards them to be nestled in them.

I try & tell you that I dreamt about you,

but when do I not?

[dg-fragments]

Do not stir this pot we call the past, by looking into the rearview mirror, trying to find all those moments, of what could have beens, should have beens, lest you forget, what is there, for you, now.

- DG

[writeblrcafe]

Webzine submissions open for writing!

Dear writers on tumblr, pour yourself a drink on the house. We've been asking for editors for our webzine in the last few weeks (you can still sign up here). We are focusing on going into different worlds. Now, we can announce that we are accepting writing submissions for it!

Who can submit writing?

All writers can submit writing to our zine, whether you have already published other works. Or have previously shared other writing pieces on [tumblr] or Archive of our own (or similar platforms). Our editors will pick their favourite pieces for each category based on different criteria, the most important thing is how well the pieces fit our theme Portal to Another World.

What kind of writing can I submit?

We are open to any form of writing! You can submit any form of writing from poetry, prose, flash fiction, a short story, song lyrics or even a non-fiction essay. As long as it fits the theme and is unpublished. Our theme is Portal to Another World. Unpublished in this case means it isn't published in print or online. You can't submit excerpts from your WIPs when they can't be understood outside the context of your WIP.

Will you compensate me?

As much as we would love to pay all contributors, we don't have the funds. We discussed this on our server and decided we want our zine accessible to all readers. Understand this is a passion project, so you will not be compensated for your writing. The finished zine will be shared as a free PDF download with a pay-what-you-want option on our KoFi. The little money we make from the zine will be used to fund future projects of writeblrcafé (e.g. a second zine) and boosts for our Discord server.

Where can I submit my writing?

Just fill in the form below! You can submit your writing as a PDF file. The word limit for prose is 2500 words. The limit for poetry is 50 verses. You can only submit one piece of writing. If your piece of writing is longer, feel free to submit it. We will decide on a case-to-case basis. We hope many of you take this chance to collaborate on our webzine, which will be compiled in a compelling design.

Extended submissions deadline: 15th July

Submissions for artwork will open soon!

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[sparkandashes]

Do you carry a book with you, no matter where you go? Perhaps it remains unopened, its pages untouched by your fingers, yet its presence is a silent companion. There’s a certain solace in knowing it’s there, a reminder of the worlds it holds within, waiting for you. There’s so much comfort in the familiar weight of its binding. Is it just me?

@sparkandashes

[shelbyatwar]

Dear me,why do you fear the pebbles in your path when you have already moved mountains and paved the way?

-yash

[endlesswordsonapage]

I am

my own worst critic.

Flay me if you like

but no one can cut deeper

than my broken fingernails,

no one can spill more blood,

fill a crimson sea

with a gushing river,

than the starving beast beneath

and no one can reduce me

to the barest of nothingness

without the breath

of a single thought.

- Harshness breeds within and the seeds were planted by me

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

Emily Was Always Blurry

a distortion

Emily was always blurry colors running and dripping was outside of all lines Death drew she vibrated  her edges unclear and undefined

Emily was out of focus a different timeline a string theory there

but never really there

[jmsapphire]

The metropolitan kid pleads

"I miss the stars I used to dream of

before I was born that I have yet to see"

I look up at a dark night of city sky, empty

Who knew light could taint

And be too much, that it isn't anymore good

But then what are droughts, what are monsoons?

You ask of the province that I am soon to visit;

Well its stars are not the stars I'll look up to

And yet its stars are a new set I'll learn to miss.

- missed even before we met, lost before I've forgotten

[lipikkawrites]

-@lipikkawrites

[paperheartinaglasschest]

I need a hand, a touch, it doesn't take much to make me feel like this could be real, could be happening... ... could just be me grappling with realities, finalities, the dualities of a coin. Balanced on its side, stuck on the top where there's nowhere to hide - it's either heads or tails. I'm giving teeth and nails to shadows, to forms, to who knows what kinds of storms just to be happy for a minute. A semblance of comfortability - some sort of stability whenever I'm in it. Questions of life? The answers are death - everything makes sense after your last breath. Mine are getting shorter, sharper, the pain of her growing stronger, darker. The air condensing with confusion, immature delusions - it's a matter of pride driving my heart's suicide. Though I'll never once claim it's better to die young, I'd be the one to blame if "I love you" slipped my elder tongue. If the wind should ever forget your name it is forever in my lungs, and if the world should ever do the same, what would you and I become?

- © Paper Heart in a Glass Chest

[prasannawrites]

[dg-fragments]

I write to you, of you, not because our souls are intertwined, neither because you're mine or I'm yours, but because I do not know of any other audience, for these thoughts, in the form of mere words, for this fragmented existence, which reveals through the cracks of past experiences, to lose itself in the captivating beauty, that is yourself.

- DG

[writeblrcafe]

Sixth prompt menu (March)

We are excited to present you our sixth prompt menu this March! This is our sweetest menu yet, consisting of five sugary companions for your drinks at writeblrcafé and sweetening our baked goods. So choose your sweet flavour and order a candied prompt from our menu!

Brown sugar: "If that's all it takes to kill a god, then how easy it must be to become one." by @basalamander-corner

Maple syrup: Write a description of one of your settings from the POV of at least two different characters, so you can see how their unique voices change how the setting appears to the reader. by @asablehart

Honey: Choose a song and write something inspired by that song. by @sadfragilegirl

Agave syrup: "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now." - "I can't. I'm sorry." by @basalamander-corner

White sugar cubes: Write about two characters having dinner, but they can't explicitly say what they want to say. by @asablehart

We encourage all forms of original writing. You can check out our other prompts here. Make sure to tag your piece of writing with #wcprompt within the first 5 tags and mention which prompt(s) you used. We will reblog every order!

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