#inspireamuse

[lipikkawrites]

Growth happens when we stretch beyond our comfort zone. Lose that tension between who we are and who we could be. Keep the stretch alive..!!

- @lipikkawrites

[minimalist-quotes]

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

-@lipikkawrites

[beforeyearning]

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

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

i’ve read your words and they settle in my chest like smooth stones in quiet water you’ve captured the kind of love that feels like exhaling like waking up to sunlight instead of in an alarm

i think about what it means to crave someone not out of hunger...but for the peace they bring to hold their heartbeat in your hands not because you fear losing it but because it’s the first sound that’s ever felt like

home

you’ve drawn love like a warm blanket not smothering...steady not demanding but always there isn’t that the kind of love we all hope for the type that doesn’t fill the cracks but teaches us to live with them gently beautifully completely

[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!

Please reblog this post to spread the word in the writing community!

[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

[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

[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

[lipikkawrites]

A lot will go wrong before everything goes right.

Keep moving forward.

-@lipikkawrites

[nikithathampy]

I feel a void in my chest. Where you haven't been in my life, I've shrunk more and more into myself. No pain. Never, any. And, quite honestly that's saddening. I don't find release in tears, in suffering like I usually do. I'm not vulnerable, because I don't have you to show. I don't have words fighting to leave me anymore. No more smiles I could spare if I pick at my thoughts. There is not the dark and the stars I had plucked out from the violet sky to serenade me when I climb back into my mind. There are not the mountain peaks I had fashioned after the book that had had me hopelessly in love. There is not the balcony that overlooked the crashing sea or the music playing in the background. All of it, as if a distant dream. As if I waited and waited, and you never came to me. I am crumbling. I feel as if I can't breathe.

~nt

[beforeyearning]

[dg-fragments]

I was wary of the feelings concealed, the emotions hidden, behind a seemingly well-crafted poise, only to find myself succumbing to them, at the first glimmer of an instance, unable to deter any further, with a strength already ailing.

- DG

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

i’ve tried... but forgiveness is just another lie they tell you when you’re young like clean water or fair fights i’ve had enough of it

no more bending no more swallowing pride like a bitter pill that sits in my throat a stone i can’t cough up and why should i let it go why should i hold their shit in my hands and pretend it’s flowers

i won’t forgive anymore not the lovers who left not the friends who lied not the strangers who walked by and didn’t look twice at the bleeding at the scars i carved...myself

they say it’s for your own good to forgive and forget like it’s an answer like it won’t cut you again the second you turn your back but i know better now i’ve tasted the copper in my mouth the flavor of holding on and it’s goddamn real more real than their empty fucking words

so i’ll keep it every grudge every slight like a badge pinned to my chest the last honest thing i own