#janae writes poetry

[wanderlust-and-stars]

12.31.24

It’s 1:13pm on new years eve.

Headphones on, the sad playlist this time.

I’m trying to fill the silence until my edible hits.

So much of my recent memories 

Are continuous cycles of bright highs and grey lows.

Existing in this 3rd and previously unknown space, 

Years of clawing and scraping make me fear

The vast emptiness of apathy. 

There, a glimmer of summer warmth.

Like a sun kissed blanket being draped over my mind

I fall into the waiting arms of euphoria.

The empty melts away

Driven to some other dark corner,

To be dealt with some other lonely night.

[priyanshis-things]

Balance is not something you find, it's something you create. ~Jana Kingsford

[httpswritings]

WOSO MASTERLIST

[the titles with a * next to them means that they're probably coming soon]

Footballer x Reader

Katie McCabe

Fanfics/Ficlets

the cold feels me

The Great War

The Girl Who Defined Poetry

Lucid Dream

cinnamon girl

Santa's Coming To Town

Drabbles:

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Alexia Putellas

Fanfics/Ficlets

Haunted

@alexiaps94 has liked your profile

Planet Earth

Sanctuary

vicious cycle; endless cycle; broken cycle

Carrying her; like every morning

ALE(xia): Average Lesbian Experience

the thought of her

discovering true love; unable

Postpartum Depression

she loves control

overworked

Alexia's favorite breakfast

mirror, mirror

i'll be here to save the day; just run into my arms

blind love

jealous girl

Good Luck, Babe!

hips, your lips, they're mine

if you were my little girl: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

night crawling

When you know, you know

the sweetest symphony

slipping through my fingers

the girl with the hazel eyes: full story

Christmas Home

Like A Christmas Movie

The Last Christmas

Drabbles:

does she know where your heart lies

bye, bye monkey!

oversensitive

Aitana Bonmatí

Fanfics/Ficlets

Turbulence

Bonmatí

Birthday Girl

Poison Paradise

La Meva Nena

Drabbles

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Misa Rodríguez

Fanfics/Ficlets

The Goalkeeper's Duty

Drabbles:

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Ona Batlle

Fanfics/Ficlets

Sembla Mentida

Drabbles:

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Jana Fernández

Fanfics/Ficlets:

Drabbles:

Hayley Raso

Fanfics/Ficlets:

Do You Want To Build A Snowman?

Drabbles:

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The Sextet: Misa, Laia, Alexia, Jenni, Irene and Mariona.

Fanfics/Ficlets:

The coffee shop

Drabbles:

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Footballer x Footballer

Fanfics/Ficlets:

Katie McCabe x Hayley Raso

We Don't Have To Wait All Night

Katie McCabe x Ruesha Littlejohn

I'm being mean, and what about it?

Alexia Putellas x Jenni Hermoso

[x Child!Reader] We've Created An Artist

Can't Remember To Forget You; I see only the good, selective memory

Jenni, darling, you're my best friend

Aitana Bonmatí x Laia Codina

love will remember you, love will remember me

Drabbles:

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Footballer x Footballer x Reader

Fanfics/Ficlets:

Laia Codina x Misa Rodríguez x Reader

watching from afar

Drabbles:

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Incorrect Quotes

The Sextet Incorrect Quotes: Misa, Laia, Alexia, Jenni, Irene and Mariona.

Imagines

Alexia Putellas

Different photos you took of Alexia as her gf.

Alexia missing you: WhatsApp's version. [selfies]

beach days with alexia

The Sextet: Misa, Laia, Alexia, Jenni, Irene and Mariona.

Being in a relationship with... The Sextet edition [Love languages]

Ideas for your writings: Pairings, team rivalry and plot ideas.

[permetutotheworld]

hi my name is Persephone, but you can call me Seph/Sephy/Nyx , I use they/xe pronouns, I’m an asexual lesbian, I’m autistic+adhd,

and I’m a minor (please don’t be creepy I’ve already had two people message me being weird and sexual)

I write a lot of poetry and I’m writing a book at the moment based off of the idea of multiple universes existing at a time, I sing and I love performing, specifically musical theatre

I ALSO TAKE REQUESTS!! I write poetry mostly for them but microfics tooo, for good omens, the marauders, percy jackson, les mis and any TJ Klune books that ive read, just pop a prompt into my inbox and ill do my best to get jt to you as fast as i can <3

my fandoms are : Les Mis, good omens, pjo, marauders, hunger games, aru shah, marvel, doctor who

my favourite music: queen, Maisie peters, the last dinner party, the crane wives, Taylor Swift, Florence and the machine, rene Rapp, Chappell roan, David Bowie, blondie, boygenius, most musicals

favourite books: house in the cerulean sea, under the whispering door, in the lives of puppets (all by TJ Klune)

my tags:

Nyx yaps: my silly little commentary on anything that happens to me

nyx vents: my life low-key sucks quite a lot at time so I vent a bit but I make sure to trigger warning everything triggering

nyx writes: I write silly little poems and stories that I post sometimes

nyx’s moots 🫶🫶: for my lovely moots

Nyx loves their gf: thats right guys i love my gf so mich and i talk about her a lot

perpendicular universe: posts about my fantasy novel im working onnn

Please dni if you’re queerphobic or discriminate against minorities in general, if you support trump or other dickwads like him or if you’re just going to be mean

also I do struggle a lot with mental health so I probably will randomly disappear or vent but I’ll make sure to trigger warning everything

my writing blogg: @persephone-writes-silly-stuff below the cut: my rp blogs, my moots and my fics

My rp blogs:

@nico-sees-dead-people @prongsie-rambles @regulus-the-star @pandora-opens-the-box @sunshine-boy-official

@enjolsaurus-rex @sunshine-prongsie-boy @panda-reads-your-death @lily-petals-falling @stars-andpoems

if you like my blog you should check out my amazing mutuals whom I love and adore:

@xenocollector LES MIS RAAA

@sauntering-vaguelydownward literally so sweet ilysm/platonically

@marylily-my-beloved love you Fatimah omg

@aidens-ocean-galaxy very purple coded person and very cool also so genuinely lovely we live laugh love Juno in this household

@theoristswan5683 literally so nice omg they have the loveliest vibes 😭

@ashstillalive Amazing writer amazing person will happily beta read for you anytime

@mae-occasionally-reads so sweet so lovely so cool so glad we’re mutuals love you so much/platonic vibes only MY BEST FRIEND ILYYYSMMM/pl <3333

@definitionoffuckup AL very cool individual

@rafaelthesilly I KNOW YOU IN REAL LIFE POOKIE YOURE THE BEST LESBIAN BUDDIE MY AMAZING SPOUSE ILYSM (platonically)

@inezrable I have more octopus facts for you!!!!!!!

@garden-of-runar the coolest person alive still can’t believe you followed me back althought yoir spice tolerance js weird as shit/lh and paprika is not spicy

@ravenwordss literally so sweet love you/pl

@pyromaniacbibliophile my spouse bc we are married

@cossie-fauchelevant the one and only cosette to my enjolras <3

@delinda24601 SHES SO COOL MY IRL BUS BESTIE LOVE HER TO BITS I FOUNDED HER FAN CLUB SHES SO SUPER COOL GUYS 🩷🩷🩷🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

@im-on-crack-send-help RIYANAAA SO SUPER COOL ILYSM

@startswithahell - cant wait for those unhinged asks omgomg

@biggestqiblifan - I LOVE YOU SM/pl

@the-eclipse-is-in-me - one of my favouritest people on this hellsite

@circe-butbetter - JANA!!! So incredibly cool and iconic

@joanmonet - JOAN!! IRL!! SHE GAVE ME TURKISH DELIGHT AND IS LITERALLY MY WIFE VERY COOL WE SHARE LIKE 90% OF THE SAME INTERESTS !!!! WHAT AN ICON!!! WE FRICKING SAUTÉED ON THOSE EXAMS!!!

[slavicdolls4mangione]

hi my love!! ahhh!! im jumping for joy!! 100 may not seem like a big number it's true but i just know that all ur followers have the same type of admiration for u lovely!! AHH we are so grateful for ur blog and for you who is always a kind and gentle soul to bring others into perspective about lulu or about life in general!! we love u so much jana u sweet angel incarnate :(( the last time we talked i sent u another q and a <33 so here's another one since it's the big 100 hehe !! :)) fav lyric/line of poetry if u have? <33 i love poetry!! it was quite literally the first thing i loved about writing and language I've been obsessed with it since I was a little kid! what's a distinct happy memory that makes u smile :)) ooh favorite flower? <33 i love learning about the language of flowers it's such a classic to convey a message!! what's ur favorite literary metaphor hehe or what's ur favorite subject at uni !! <33 omg fav country or place u want to visit!! i remember u mentioned going to uni in france!! ahh i said it before and ill say it again ur living THE DREAM angel!! oh and general question!! how's uni treating u hehe !! and how's ur day going <33 i hope the world is treating u with hugs and kisses!! ahh im so excited for u jana and the opportunities the world has yet to give u!! ur an amazing soul and i hope u realize it ALWAYS <33

hiii lovely!! thank you so much for your kind and sweet words, you always make my day with your asks, much much love sent your way <3333

fav line of lyrics/poetry

that’s a good question! i’ve never really thought of it if i’m being honest with you because i’ve never been much of a poetry person 😭, the only poetry that’s ever stuck with me is by charles baudelaire in The Flowers of Evil

a distinct happy memory that makes me smile

when my sister surprised me with plane tickets to new york after i graduated with my bachelor degree; going there together was something we always dreamed of accomplishing when we were kids :)

favorite flower:

tulips!!

favorite literary metaphor

the hopeless romantic in me has to give this one to shakespeare “it is the east, and juliet is the sun”

(i will never get over the balcony scene)

fav country or place i want to visit

KYOTO JAPAN HANDS DOWN!!! my soul has never yearned for a place as much as it does for kyoto :,)

as for your last question my dearest anon i’m actually taking a gap year rn! i graduated back in june last summer and i really needed a break from studying lol 😭 but i’m doing well overall, thank you for asking angel, i hope you are too!

you’re the sweetest, i can’t say it enough, thank you ml, i wish the same things for you as well! may 2025 be a prosperous, healthy and happy year for all of us <3

much love,

jana

[phcenixforce]

brain not want to write so bullet points

- simon meets monalisa like right before he decides to make abouthat

- or beginning of senior year but probably before

- monalisa new student at school and it's so weird she is virtually unsearchable and it makes him insane. no pictures of her online, and the only ones that do exist she doesn't even look at the camera or they're blurry. she has an instagram @monalikethepainting

- she moved from northern california! she's in a band! she plays electric guitar! she's artistic! she paints, writes, draws, sings, dances, yearbook! she's like all the muses in one!!

- simon knows she's coming and looks!! and digs anything he can about her but he's mad. he can't find anything!! only school journals about a band with her in it named hopeless romantics and it's so annoying he complains to janae and janae is like leave her alone she's good and simon is like no she has to be shitty everyone is. also what kind of name is monalisa like she's a fucking painting

- but he meets her and they have lunch together because he wants to know clues to look for her but she's so. nice and offers her lunch and they talk about having a peanut allergy "is that peanut butter? thanks but i'm okay" "it's not. i actually have a billion allergies" "oh okay. weird you'd offer me your lunch" . also okay maybe she is a painting. whatever. shut up

- either she knows absolutely nothing or she hears things and is like oh well. i don't know i've known you for like five minutes i think you're okay i guess . i do hear you're an asshole though but i don't think so

- they have journalism together and they talk sometimes. it's sickening now nice she is but it's such a genuine change of pace to have someone so disconnected from the 'typical high school experience' of being online

- but simon is horribly depressed and has been. janae knows this and also thinks it's annoying how bright and sunshiney mona is but simon was somehow less insufferable after journalism sometimes. and janae feels like she has been talking him off the edge for years

- "i literally can't find anything about her. it pisses me off" "why can't you fathom every nice person isn't fake" "because it just can't be right"

- mona invites him to poetry reads or to hang out at her house and usually no one is home because they work. they watch movies or she teaches him to play music or they write. she absolutely insists she isn't in love with him but she is. her sister is a senior and her boyfriend also hates simon (threatens to kick in his teeth regularly) (her sister's name is ginerva. monalisas full name is monalisa demoiselle hughes. humiliating)

- she is his biggest cheerleader and hates that she makes him think. (abouthat route) asking him why he does it and why it matters so much because high school is so small and trivial but he hasn't known anything else. he was never popular but when he wrote people hated him. and he's been so mentally unwell. and then there's her. but he can't fathom the idea of admitting it out loud

- he abandons abouthat partially mostly because his time is. occupied with her and he isn't around other people (in the route he does keep it or do it)

- people bug him about not writing anymore and he says he's busy. he picks up guitar and sings with her and their little band is just the romantics. he says because he doesn't feel hopeless with her. they're just """"good friends""""" . she tells him she felt the same way at a point where he wanted to die like he did. it makes them both really unwell and. it makes him mostly unwell because living past high school feels surreal and now its summer.

- summer to san franciso. mona apologizes in advance because its gross but they go to san jose and santa cruz and meet her other bandmates. weird. he feels out of place but in the right place at the same time. everything feels right!!!???

- simon and mona senior year. homecoming. janae clowns on simon because they match. janae warms up to mona but only because they're polar opposites. she never wears darker colors but they wear dark green and people are like god who is this guy. is this not the same guy that leaked the post about everyone cheating on each other or started fights . homecoming just as friends. it's getting harder now.

- simon mona talent show with their little band. simon mona spending more and more time at each others houses. mona's sister's boyfriend no longer wants to kick his teeth in (most of the time). they're so grossly comfortable with each other it's second nature to follow each other home but more often than not they're at her house because his house feels cold and unwelcoming . he sleeps on their couch because her sister would blow up a building if they shared a bed

- janae is like dude. are you okay and he's like no oh my god i have not felt love or compassion from anyone except you and you're gay. this girl is ruining my life and i can't make it stop because she makes me wanna throw up and delete social media and never touch it again and lay in the sun and think of nothing else and i can't imagine killing myself now because i don't know how i can think of leaving her and our little band and heaven knows i'm miserable now because she's all i can think of

- janae clowns on him. edgelord . please tell her you like her. he's like no that's the problem i am in love with her and it makes me nauseated

- no. i'm good. what the fuck do you mean you're good you are not well simon.

- abouthat (if that's the route) gets wiped off the face of the earth and he like clears his entire social media and it's similar to mona's. no notifications. he doesn't bother with anyone's business. people still beef with him. but. he's like yeah that was douchey. i thought it was better to have people know the truth rather than not and i didn't approach it right. (i also think this would be the apology tour if he kept it a secret that he wrote for abouthat and she found out but this is his enlightened apology tour)

- mona simon applying to colleges together. haha what if we went to the same one. haha i would be so happy. haha. ha.

- senior trip to disneyland!!!! ahahah!! janae is like not thrilled to third wheel but . she's like just tell her. oh my god you both make me sick.

- simon says no thank you. fireworks with mona before they go. i'm really glad i met you. i'm glad i met you too. they both feel it but no one will take the plunge. they fall asleep on each other on the bus

- prom prom prom. they know theyre going to the same college. they opened their acceptance letters at the same time. prom!! she convinces him to wear florals and they look so cute together. janae can come too. she wants to throw up. cheesy prom pictures. she keeps asking when is the time right and he's like i don't know.

- they drop janae home late as hell and he comes to drop her off and shes like. just stay. it'll be like any of our other sleepovers. but it really isn't and they share her bed and fall asleep face to face holding hands. wake up. oh my god

- he leaves because he's like dude fuck this is too close. graduation is soon. we have exams and i cannot admit to her i like her. she wakes up really sad because she can't admit to him because it'll ruin their friendship. things are weird. janae is like why are you being emo again dude what the fuck

- i slept at her house and held hands and fell asleep talking about our feelings but i don't want to fuck it up. bro you are fucking it up right now

- finals and exams. nervous glances in journalism looking at each other. she is SAD. sad. like she cried sad. she cries easily and he knows that from movies and talks but she looks like she had been crying for days. janae bullies his ass again. go fix this or i'm gonna put my foot up your ass. ok fuck

- meet me at our spot. cafe bookstore called writers block. she doesn't answer he just shows up snd hopes she comes. he waits. and waits. granted he was early. she comes and she just looks sick. hey. hey. are you okay? i don't know. why did you leave? i was scared. scared of what? waking up there with me? no. then what simon. what. i don't know. i have never felt cared about the way you and your scary ass sister snd her boyfriend care about me. there's janae but you know. yes she's gay. i know simon.

- okay well. you make things not hopeless and i really do think i was going to kill myself and now i don't or can't imagine doing it now. and it's weird if you told freshman me i'd be in some two person band or picking colleges and going to dances i'd tell you you're fucking insane and that isn't who i am because everyone is fake and nobody can be honest. but you were. you were honest. and nice. and shared your stupid edamame with me and told me you were allergic to peanuts. our epipens looked the same. i thought you were too good to be true and i think i love you

- i love you. i hate that you left and i've been waiting for over a year to tell you i liked you or loved you because i didn't want you to think of me differently if you didn't like me that way. i was sick to my stomach you left without a word.

- i know. i'm sorry. i love you.

- i love you.

- graduation and college!!!!!

[bollywoodirect]

"Ek pardesi mera dil le gaya Jaate jaate mithha Mithha gham de gaya Ek pardesi mera dil le gaya"

Remembering Qamar Jalalabadi today on his 21st death anniversary (09/01/2003).

He was an amazing poet and lyricist for Hindi movie songs. Born Om Prakash Bhandari in 1917 in Jalalabad, near Amritsar, he started writing Urdu poetry at just seven years old. Even without support at home, he found encouragement from a traveling poet, Amar, who gave him the pen name Qamar, meaning 'moon', and added 'Jalalabadi' from his hometown.

After finishing school in Amritsar, he wrote for Lahore newspapers like Daily Milap and Daily Pratap. Moving to Pune in the 1940s, he started his film career. His first big hit was in the 1942 movie Zamindar. The song "Duniya me garibonko aaraam nahi milta" became a big hit.

He then went to Bombay, writing songs for almost 40 years. Famous singers like Mohammad Rafi and Lata Mangeshkar sang his songs, and he worked with composers like S.D. Burman. Some of his hits include "sunti nahi duniya kabhi fariyaad kissi ki" and "Dil kis liye rota hai".

Some of his memorable songs from his early include "sunti nahi duniya kabhi fariyaad kissi ki" (Renuka, 1947) and the ghazal "Dil kis liye rota hai...pyar ki duniya me, aisa hi hota hai" (sung by Naseem Banu for the film Mulaquat in 1947). The noted dancer Sitara Devi performed some of his songs in Chand (1944). Chand was one of the earliest of Qamarji's successful and memorable films.

As a lyricist, Qamar Jalalabadi was very versatile. On one hand he wrote mesmeric duets like "sun meri saanwari mujhko kahin tum bhool na jana…" sung by Lata Mangeshkar and Mohd. Rafi (film: Aansoo 1953) and on the other hand he penned comic relief songs like “khush hai zamana aaj pehli tarikh hai” endured with full throttle gusto by Kishore Kumar (film: Pehli Tarikh-1954). This song turned into veritable anthem and was played on Radio Ceylon on the first of every month for decades, and it probably still is.

The film Howrah Bridge (1954) skyrocketed his career as lyricist to unpredescented heights. Songs like "Mera Naam Chin Chin Chu" (Geeta Dutt) and "aaiye meherbaan, baithiye janejaan…." (Asha Bhonsle) became highly popular. In his long career span he worked for several Film Companies like; Prabhat Film Company, Pancholi Pictures, Filmistan Ltd., Famous Pictures, Minerva Movietone, Prakash Pictures, Wadia Films Ltd., Filmkar Ltd., Sippy Films, N.C Sippy Films, Shri Shakti Films, Mitra Productions and many more.

He worked with many film companies and was a founder member of the Film Writers Association & IPRS in Mumbai. He also read poetry at mushairas across India. A true legend, his work still inspires many.

[farmanfateh0]

Urdu & Hindi Books by Dr. Farman Fatehpur: A Literary Treasure

Introduction: Dr. Farman Fatehpur is a renowned figure in the world of Urdu and Hindi literature. His prolific contributions to the field have established him as a respected author, poet, and scholar. With a vast body of work spanning several decades, Dr. Farman Fatehpur has become a literary treasure, captivating readers with his thought-provoking writings and insightful observations. In this article, we will explore some of his notable Urdu and Hindi books, showcasing his literary prowess and the impact of his works.

Zikr-e-Aaftab "Zikr-e-Aaftab" is one of Dr. Farman Fatehpur's acclaimed Urdu books. This collection of poetry delves into the realms of love, spirituality, and human emotions, capturing the essence of life's various facets. Through his evocative verses, Dr. Farman Fatehpur effortlessly weaves together imagery and emotions, resonating deeply with readers.

Tasveer Mein Hindi Shayari As an expert in both Urdu and Hindi, Dr. Farman Fatehpur has also written a significant book titled "Tasveer Mein Hindi Shayari." This literary masterpiece celebrates the beauty of Hindi poetry, providing a rich and diverse collection of verses. From classic compositions to contemporary expressions, Dr. Farman Fatehpur's book showcases the depth and versatility of Hindi poetry, offering readers a delightful journey through its enchanting realms.

Maa Ki Shayari In "Maa Ki Shayari," Dr. Farman Fatehpur pays homage to the most revered figure in our lives, mothers. Through his poignant words, he beautifully captures the essence of a mother's love, sacrifice, and unwavering support. This heartfelt collection touches the chords of readers' hearts, reminding them of the invaluable bond between a mother and her child.

Urdu Shayari Mein Tehzeeb-o-Tehqeeq As a scholar of Urdu literature, Dr. Farman Fatehpur has also penned a scholarly work titled "Urdu Shayari Mein Tehzeeb-o-Tehqeeq." This book delves into the historical and cultural aspects of Urdu poetry, exploring the influences and developments that shaped its evolution. Through meticulous research and profound analysis, Dr. Farman Fatehpur provides readers with a comprehensive understanding of the rich heritage and traditions of Urdu poetry.

Ishq Mein Khud ko Bhool Jana "Ishq Mein Khud ko Bhool Jana" is another remarkable collection by Dr. Farman Fatehpur that explores the theme of love and its transformative power. Through his verses, he delves into the complexities of human relationships, capturing the euphoria, pain, and longing associated with love. With his insightful observations and lyrical expressions, Dr. Farman Fatehpur creates a vivid tapestry of emotions that resonates with readers.

Conclusion Dr. Farman Fatehpur's Urdu and Hindi books stand as a testament to his literary genius and profound understanding of human emotions. His works have left an indelible mark on the world of literature, captivating readers with their depth, beauty, and thought-provoking nature. Whether it is his soul-stirring poetry or his scholarly analyses, Dr. Farman Fatehpur continues to enrich the literary landscape with his contributions. His books are a must-read for anyone seeking to explore the realms of Urdu and Hindi literature, offering a glimpse into the profound wisdom and creativity of this remarkable author.

For More Info:-

Urdu & Hindi Books By Dr Farman Fatehpur

Books by Dr Farman Fatehpuri

[radio-4-is-static]

The Dream | Jana Horn

The Window is the Dream began as a failed poem. I wrote it as I was waking up... the last thing I want in this breath of existence / is not to throw myself into it / as any bird might stop flying / when the window is the dream. I think the original line was "toad breath." My classmates were nice about it, even the teacher.

I was taking a class on esoteric lit, a fiction workshop, a poetry class. And while the poem wasn't quite... a poem... a song did rise from it, like smoke from a fire put-out. The song is called The Dream, which maybe the album is pointing toward. These recurring lines which depict the image of a bird hitting a window, though not out of oblivion, but because the bird knows something we don't.

***What if birds aren't singing, they're screaming? (Aldous Harding)

***What if nightmares were cries from hell? What if nightmares literally took place in hell? Why not? Everything is so strange, even this is possible. (Jorge Luis Borges)

I think of a line from a favorite story of mine, "Car Crash While Hitchhiking," in which a man is observing someone badly hurt, and about to go: And therefore I looked down into the great pity of a person’s life on this earth. I don’t mean that we all end up dead, that’s not the great pity. I mean that he couldn’t tell me what he was dreaming, and I couldn’t tell him what was real.

I won't bore you with more quotes... but perhaps my idea with this song, and album, was in part to help keep this broader, ongoing conversation in the air, like a beach ball.

I wrote these songs in the thick of a writing program. I was reading all the time, sometimes five-hundred pages a week or more, there was no music on, for years maybe; my record player broke, the stereo in my car, my laptop’s was on its last speaker and then it started twitching. The feeling of those days was holding on, as though centripetal force alone was keeping everything going. Songs spilled. Days go by / they don't have time. Even the walks I took were circular, around the cemetery and back.

The album was recorded in the breaths I could take away from school, over about a year. Once I had a number of songs, I drove to upstate New York where my friends Sarah and Jared warned me we could make something beautiful. I think I was the first, or one of them, to record in their barn, which is now a bonafide studio. The whole thing was a family affair. Jonathon, one of the guitarists, and I even have the same last name. I like the songs that we play together, how his guitar and my voice sound like they’re having a conversation, or arguing, or trust-falling into one another. There’s more of this, I think, a kind of dialogue throughout, between the voices in the room.

– Jana Horn on her new album The Window Is The Dream

[wanderlust-and-stars]

12.8.24

I am a good liar.

I don’t want to be, but time has made me so. 

I lie to a lot of people— coworkers, friends.

“I’m just tired.”

“Didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”

Isn’t a lie of omission still a lie?

I’m tired because of the weight on my shoulders.

I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night because no matter how much I sleep, I still wake up feeling like this.

Grey.

That awful, choking, lifeless grey. 

I’m trying to write more. 

I miss the feeling of creation.

But when I get sucked back into my old work, it feels like nothing’s changed.

I’ve healed so much of myself.

I’ve burned so many bridges.

I’ve locked so much old pain away.

But how could I have walked so many miles and still ended up in the same place?

The same exact place?

I’m not very good at lying to myself.

When night settles in, it gets harder and harder to lie.

What if I never find love again?

What if I never find out if there is more than this?

I thought I was walking towards the light.

I thought that I would burst through the dark trees into a clearing full of snow and wonder.

I thought a Narnian lamppost would guide the way.

But the trees gave way to more darkness, like I’ve stepped into a different circle of hell.

What was the point of all of that pain?

What was the point if I am doomed to dormancy and darkness?

I wish I was a better liar.

[bloomfish]

My first Harry Potter fanfic was a sequel I wrote when I was like 7-8 years old and HBP hadnt come out yet- I though that the end pairings would be Hermione and Krum (understandable I Guess), Ron and Padma (he took her to the ball) and Harry and Fleur (because she kissed him ONE TIME) I also thought Harry was gonna be the minister for magic because both Ron and Trelawney predicted it at different points. The plot was the joint wedding and I rly thought if I could just send it to JKR she would let me team up with her. I even wrote fake reviews on the back saying how much of an asset I was to her as a co-writer

[buttonpoetry]

She will skip dinner, skip prom, propose to a hardwood floor. She will be picked last and outscore the entire team.

Janae Johnson, "My Court"

[poetsandwriters]

I have a handful of good friends who are brilliant and sophisticated readers too, and sometimes I send things to one of them. But I also feel that no one can really help me with poems, as opposed to essays. Each one is like a trial I get to undergo alone.

Jana Prikryl, in this week’s Ten Questions; read the rest at pw.org!

[therealnora]

The Eldritch Terror of Dysphoria

A Golden Shovel after Jana Putrle Srdić

You search for numbness, to be empty within You’re fading into the void, and you look past the dread, only to fall short of uncertainty

You watch your fear of the unknown vanish, like your own self--dissolving before you-- your personality squirming inside your flesh

You still cannot be what they, what we want; so you still chase the end you crave

[scriptflorist]

is there any flowers/plants that symbolize or relate to discomfort and dissatisfaction? im trying to draw something for an art project and i wanted to draw plants/flowers in it that hold symbolism to them

Hey kookoojellyfish! Most of these mean either directly, but allow potential association because neither discomfort nor dissastifaction exist as single meanings here.

agnus castus – coldness, indifference

aloe – bitterness and pain, bitterness, grief, religious superstition

balsam (red) – impatient resolved, touch me not

bee ophrys – error

belvedere – I declare against you

bindweed (great) – insinuation, importunity

burdock – importunity, touch me not

convolvulus (major) – extinguished hopes

corchorus – impatient of absence

eglantine – I wound to heal, poetry

geranium (fish) – disappointed expectations

henbane – imperfection, fault, for males to attract love from females

hogbean – defect

hortensia – you are cold, carelessness

humble plant – despondency

ice plant – your looks freeze me, rejected addresses

lint – I feel my obligations

love-lies-bleeding – hopeless not heartless, deserted love, desertion

meadow sweet – uselessness

mimosa – sensitiveness, sensitivity

ranunculus (wild) – ingratitude

sorrel (wild) – wit ill-timed

straw (a single, broken) – dissension, rupture of a contract

sweetbrier (european) – I wound to heal, poetry, imagination

tiger-flower – for once may pride befriend me, cruelty

Discomfort could be represented by poisonous plants in art. They don’t mean it, but they most certainly cause it.

– Mod Jana

Disclaimer

This blog is intended as writing advice only. This blog and its mods are not responsible for accidents, injuries or other consequences of using this advice for real world situations or in any way that said advice was not intended.

[devinescribe]

How They View You Through Poetry

Also for some it is poetry they'd say to you/about you, makes them think about you. Some of it is wrtten by others, some of it is written by me

Banda

Someone else's:

If I were to build a house

I'd have your arms as the walls

Your eyes as the windows

Your smile as the front door

Your heart as the fireplace

And your soul as my light

And in this house

I'd place my faith

Knowing I'd finally

Found a home

- From the book: Pillow Thoughts

Mine:

I sound your name out

It sounds foreign on my toungue

And it tastes like the most delicious fruit

I feel like a sinner

When you say my name.

You make it sound almost holy

Matsushita

Someone Else's:

I seek nothing but 

Some solace 

From this world that runs so damn fast

A smile stuck on your face

The smiles goes into my eyes 

And the fast world

Slows down.

-Seek Solace [the website did not say who it was by]

Mine:

Your arms feel like velvet wrapped around me

But better

The finest silk

Could not compare to the softness your

Skin

On

Mine

Niragi

Someone else's:

you were my reminder.

my reminder that

i deserve

good things

and good love

my reminder that

there will always

be people who are

willing to give those

to me

- I dont know who it is by, I found it on tik tok

Mine:

Unholy

I am unclean

I am not worthy of you

Not worthy of this attention

Your love

Is a church where I feel

Welcomed

Not to the lord

But in your arms

I am in heaven

Chishiya

Someone Else's:

wrap me up in arms that keep me warm

you smell like home

you feel like someone who was made for me.

you sound like a calling that has been silenced.

you sound like surrender.

- From the Book "Words You Never Thought You'd Hear" by Rhiannon Janae

Mine:

No more emotions

That drag me down like

Resentment

And I love hate that

I love you

Because you're now in my head

I can't think about anything but you

You

You

You

Y

Yo

You

Yo

Y

Are my one

And

Only

My dearest

My love

My only reason for

No more apathy

Kyuma

Someone else's:

Art has always found a way in

to speak to my heart

And you've been my favorite piece

- A Way In from the book Daydream by Ariel West.

Mine:

You are the muse to

My everything

Art can not be compared to you

For you,

My inspiration,

my moon, my stars, my sun...

I'd write hundreds of songs

All about your beauty

If it meant seeing you

Smile

- My Muse by ME! that's right me the author lol

This was a test to see how it does! If people like it, ill add a part two!

Also, please please please dont judge my poetry or will cry /j

Also im not joking if my works arent like a thousand words it never lets me post them😭😭😭😭😭😭