#napowrimo2024

[adventurerswritingguild]

🦋 Happy #NaPoWriMo Adventurers! 🦋 This year, we've put together a special prompt list for our community + any curious passersby. Prompts were made by me, Maria @shylovrs so feel free to tag the guild + moi! Use the #AdventurersWrite or #ShyPrompts to share your work!

And if you'd like to join a community of dedicated writers and creatives this April, the guild's doors are open! Check the link in bio or click here to gain access to our discord!

[theglycoprotein]

CHESS

Language is so full of nuance.

It is the Spider Man meme - each phrase

points to another

points to another:

A triad of meaning.

Here's an example:

when I say I miss you,

I mean the sky wouldn't have looked grey but blue

when I stared up into it earlier on

the way I gaze into you;

it means the rain would have been a warm kiss

instead of a cold poke, breath like smoke

on the wind except it's now April

and I thought things were supposed

to be getting warmer.

It means that I could be sitting in the dark

and there would be so much light

I still wouldn't be able to see.

And I know physics says the world spins

about a thousand miles an hour,

but when I'm with you it goes so much faster

and yet doesn't seem to move a muscle.

A held breath; the black queen dancing with the white king

as she moves into a check;

A suspended piano chord echoing to fill the empty space,

but embraces our bodies

as we do each other.

See, when I tell you you're an idiot,

I mean I love you.

When I tell you you're ridiculous,

I mean I love you.

When I tell you I love you,

I mean the world could be moving

a million miles a day

and the stars haven't got a hope in all that is holy

to sweep me off my feet,

to coax a smile from my cheeks,

to rob my gaze from your eyes.

[jasminesuntrell]

No More Fucking Butterflies (19/30)

I have decided the next man I meet who makes me nervous is getting blocked, walked away from- I'll run if I have to. No conversation, no glances, no more whirlwind romances, I'm not giving chances. I'm through.

Who the hell decided butterflies in the tummy was something to romanticize in the first place? For me, I think it's my body trying to tell me to get as far as I can from this demonic creature who will only cause me harm but I kept thinking it's a good thing if his presence can make me stumble over words.

Hell no.

Neutrality is the way to go. The man you're mostly unaware of until he gives you good reasons to be. The one who doesn’t prey on the unbalanced chemical reaction that happens when you lay eyes on him.

And maybe the love story won't be the stuff of an indie romance film but it will be stable and real. It won't give you more material from which to heal. It will provide you with bliss more enduring than the intoxications of fleeting butterflies.

[onlyforshree]

April 11

Source: an erasure from Pg. 55 of 1984 by George Orwell

[secretsinthedarkthepodcast]

NaPoWriMo (2024) Day 26: Tough talk

Prompt 26 asks us to introduce some alliteration, assonance and consonance to our poems so here I have a bare minimum. Enjoy. Tough talk kid, you'll never get these years backThe ones you wasted back on bed crying, The trips that stood cancelled In favour of the painThat would have ridIf you did the deed, If you lived more alive than dead.Real reason of your little deaths Are because you ran Sat…

[crow]

leaving a few feathers behind

i wing my wayover the stubble fieldthe grain shavedfrom the earthfew kernels left for scavengers like miceor meand come to rest on your shoulderyou don’t greet mewith wordsbut the breeze animatesyour straw headand it looks like you nodfriend–I say–friend, my visits to you end todaythere is a horizon that calls to meand the field has been harvestedand soon you will descend this poleborne away…

[mysticalunknownflower]

NaPoWriMo 2024: Day 11- My thirty one-liners

Today’s resource is grieftolight, an Instagram account where you will find a wealth of poems.Finally, our optional prompt for the day honors the “ones” in the number 11. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write either a monostich, which is a one-line poem, or a poem made up of one-liner style jokes/sentiments. Need inspiration? Take a look at Joe Brainard’s poem ��30 One-Liners” or Frank…

[writeallywrite]

To be selfish like the brain, the heart and the pen #napowrimo2024

Photo by Jess Bailey Designs on Pexels.com NAPOWRIMO 2024 Day 5 To be selfish,Like how the brain does,Is to write perfectly,Speckless from errors,Perfect forms and execution.Flawless, To be selfish,Like how the heart does,Is to write freely,Passionate and intense,Let them feel how it felt,Thrilling, To be selfish,Like how the hand does,Is to write thoroughly,To tell everything,Let everyone…

[starfly-inq]

A bird, A boy

Two wings, four eyes

More feathers

Breakfast bird,

Hopping in the hollyhocks

waiting for the rain

If boys had wings, they could disappear

And become rainclouds

Dripping waxworks

Of sorrowful sky

To fall down

down

down below

on everything

That will ever be loved

[nwpoetariel]

Revisiting

Revisiting Now thoughts of you are rare,a distraction not afforded me.Life has gotten too perilouswhen you are near,too much a luxury.Is this how love begins to end?I am too busy keeping all the lights on,it demands too much attention;they fade as I stop thinking of you.Thoughts of you began to beforgot, how my heart rapidly beat.Beloved, is this how?  It ends.And the fire is going,…

[adventurerswritingguild]

Please give a warm welcome home to the Adventurer’s Writing Guild! The Guild is a writing community exclusively open in April & August! Public invites close in 2 weeks; check the bio to enter. #AdventurersWrite

What is the Guild?

Well in 2020, @nashiraa and @shylovrs started a writing Discord server called “let’s ⁠escapril” in dedication to the April challenge by Savannah Brown. We’ve grown a loving, warm community in the years since…but we've since decided to write our own narrative and created the AWG to welcome every writer from every creed! After all, it’s dangerous to write alone. ⚔🛡

You can join us by checking out our pinned post or by clicking our discord invite link!

*Creatives who make/share NSFW content are welcome. However, we do not permit/share NSFW content on the server or our social media.

[theglycoprotein]

ANTHROPOLOGY

The water ripples

as if it is touched by rain,

though the sky is empty.

And she wears a smile

on just kissed pink lips -

a quiet thing.

Her heart is heavy at their departing,

with longing, with want, not need -

there is

a difference.

The sun stretches, yawns,

its mouth open wide enough to devour the world,

its arms spilling light like a gift

or an afterthought: a girl

so keen to be loved she would empty herself

of all that she is for it.

The waves throw up spray; a tempest,

a protest,

trying so hard to be a mirror the girl can use

in order to see herself clearly... but

she excavates herself looking for something

that was always there.

Brushes away, tenderly, at bones,

labels them the discovery of the century;

the epitome of a lifetime's worth of work,

but will not,

cannot,

name them her own.

For this is to admit to brokenness,

rather than to realise you can be whole alone.

Crows dance upon the crests of waves,

wet beaks and talons glint, shining like jet

in the winter morning.

Their wings delicate in their movements,

powerful in their purpose.

She names herself "full" as she stands there

hollow and gaping.

Watching the sun rise and wishing

it could swallow her whole.

[jasminesuntrell]

Un-infatuated (28/30)

The embodiment of what you thought you desire stands before you. She gifts you a heart eager to love you in all the ways you crave. You realize not all dreams are meant to come true and leave.

[onlyforshree]

April 24

Source: an erasure from Pg. 126 of 1984 by George Orwell

[secretsinthedarkthepodcast]

NaPoWriMo (2024) Day 25: What is your greatest fear?

Day 25 has the brilliant questionnaire by Proust as our inspiration. And so this is mine! Forgotten thenThat we'll never know If someone read, if someone rememberedIf someone even pretended onceTo understand.Forgotten nowHow will we ever know That we matteredTill they stand on the bottom of the stairsOf the high-rise I plan to jump off ofAnd promise, not out of desperationBut genuine loveThat…

[crow]

delicatessan arts

the sausage knowsthe terror of the spinning bladeand the suffocating tightnessof the casing