#poets and writer

[env0writes]

Am i marching towards what i want Acceptance of boundaries crossed Fearful of silencing sentence enders Am i marching into complacency In the same way i once did Backwards into hell Orpheus, oh, fool– look back, look back Upon the path you have tread to reach this point The shadows were in the foreground Prophecizing in soliloquies ignored How much ground shall i idly yield to an idol When did i place you there? So lofty above Adored, and yet– even the divine broker arrangements Flowers pressed have more in common And yet, Euridyce, is rid of all I see In pursuit of my own passions, yielded

So where, what circle do i march towards? For what do i burn, yearn, and turn away from, for? The delights that delight in me in word, and deed yet Is it for me– or for me? I have read much of great love and yet Experience is a cruel governess to chide me so Cruelty is found in many forms, and indifference Is such a boring blade to bleed from Hell is full of fools – Is that why I must open my window Frightful of humidities smother Oh, brother– where art thou? You set such a divine example and vanished Like lightning you flashed – and dashed

Spring has sprung from my step Jovial nay jestorial i am the fool to think Love is a game best played jaded Jagged with jowls and howls in the night Biting and tearing save the one whom once torn i find i am falling up Just as worried as ones descent Should the rocks and waves below shatter me So the sun above burn me Is nowhere truly safe? Save love’s embrace Where daggers most patiently wait behind pursed lips Such ides, eyeing march onward

What greater role in stagery than the fool? Absent of the melodrama heights and lows Yet er’ present to the humilities and ‘ations i look back and it all seems to appear Yet stories tell me it should vanish It should be ripped from my hands All i feel is the blood from my palms And the stones in my belly Won’t some eagle come pluck this from me Spare me, pare me, and serve fare me Am i marching – with the soldiers Promised by Shakespeare in battalion after battalion Not to sleep nor slumber nor rest but to sorrow What awaits this springless march?

Idle Steps Vol. 2, 3.1.25 “Falsified Thoughts”

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[two-bees-poetry]

so soft it hurts

[theaftersundown]

*writes two paragraphs after months of literally nothing and it took three hours*

[sleeplessv0id]

what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy

[charbroiledchicken]

if it's good enough for you, then it deserves to be made. don't let anyone else decide if your story is worth it or not.

[waywardsou2]

Some idiot: "Why are you reading your own fic, that's shallow and stupid"

All fanfic writers and writers everywhere: "Who the fuck do you think I wrote it for?!"

[m00wd]

Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.

—Brain

[maramontwrites]

It's such an amazing feeling when someone picks up on something in your writing that you 100% intended but didn't think people would notice. Like, YES!! My writing properly conveyed the thing it was supposed to!!! You are so awesome for noticing that!!! I am so awesome for writing that!!! I feel so good about my story now!!!!

[ptimepoet]

- Clementine Von Radics

[kriz-smthn]

[nondelphic]

"just write the story you want to read!" they said. well, guess what, now i have 14 unfinished drafts because apparently, i want to read 14 different stories at once.

[two-bees-poetry]

twenty years across the sea

[theaftersundown]

fanfiction truly being the savior for everyones sanity

[writersbloxx]

Body Language

When someone is...

Sad

Face/Body:

Avoidant/reduced eye contact

Drooping eyelids

Downcast eyes

Frowning

Raised inner ends of eyebrows

Dropped or furrowed eyebrows

Quivering lip/biting lip

Wrinkled nose

Voice:

Soft pitch

Low lone

Pauses/hesitant speech

Quiet/breathy

Slow speech

Voice cracks/breaking voice

Gestures/Posture:

Slouching/lowered head

Rigid/tense posture

Half formed/slow movement

Fidgeting or clasped hands

Sniffing or heavy swallows

Self soothing gestures (running hands over the arms, hand over heart, holding face in palms, etc)

[emilybraydenblogs]

I confuse people. i have a happy personality and a sad soul. i'm bold but shy. i love deeply but sometimes i feel heartless. i'm healing and hurting at the same time. i'm dedicated to growth, but i self sabotage