March 2012
146 posts
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Look! Anon Challenge! →
Staff Note: DO IT DO IT DO IT!
the-diary-of-a-writer:
So so so. In light of all the recent events, the me has decided to try an anon challenge. The rules are simple and you’ll are awesome, so make my job difficult.
The topic is basically to write anything off ‘His hands’. Prose or poetry. Make it dark, dirty, happy or funny. Don’t limit your imagination. This is definitely for the boys out...
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Selfish Listener →
Side Note: This is a beautiful poem. I especially love the last stanza (or line).
smokeinatin:
I love his stories. The way his eyelashes stick to his skin when he doesn’t wipe away the tears. How his lip twitches each time he echoes the word ‘murder,’ while he holds his own hands. And from 5 feet away I can taste the bitterness in his veins — pumping flow that stops and startles him when the...
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Side note: beautiful, delicate and very clever.
inkymilk:
“There was once a little girl who stared at herself so long in the mirror that she turned into a rose.”
My mom told me this once when I was a child after she had caught me admiring myself in the mirror. There was no story, just that simple warning. I was only five years old though and my imagination worked wonders. In my mind bloomed...
Autumn Walk
Side Note: How wonderfully put.
yellowepiphany:
Autumn is about puddles, leaves, and loving a girl while walking in both.
The sky was blue. That was the least important thing in the decor. The trees were orange, and the leaves had fallen everywhere. In puddles. Wet leaves. And we walked on these leaves, with smiles on our faces. Her eyes squinted while she laughed. I made her laugh. I would...
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Pre-retrospection
Side note: The word choices, metaphors and general use of language here are all gorgeous.
whospeakshe21:
I will go from here leaving paintings in my wake. Acrylic finger painted canvas and your body. Forever imprinted in your pores memory. Water based but my hands don’t wash away easily. You’ll remember me, when it comes that time to look back.
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You’ll be void of regret and know that we...
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empty books
Side Note: Cynically beautiful.
brightlightsloudnoises:
i believe that if i stand in a library i should be able to take any book off the shelf and be amazed by staggering insight and originality or that if i go to a movie theater i should be able to sit down and see a passionate re-imagining or reflection of humanity
but that isn’t reality most everything is filled with stale,...
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Feel Good Ache: Pessimism on Fire →
feelgoodache:
There are times I feel I’ve lost faith in a lot of things. In a way, it’s a normal part of growing up I suppose. I just wish I could feel inspired and passionate about something or someone in my life. I’m adept at being the strong, independent type, but I get a little weary like any other woman my age. Even girls like me gravitate towards love. The tug is almost as inevitable as...
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Side note: Stunning prose, as always. “like the tiny wishes that hands make when they seek warmth in empty beds” - lovely.
amare-amaranthine:
Three am sounds like breathing, soft and steady, inhales and exhales, as the air laps like waves against the shore of ones lips. It sounds like crickets, chirping, stringing their tired legs like fingers on violins, and waiting for the moon to...
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lady body language
Side Note: Vanessa, I am falling more and more each day in love with your words.
oliverandmilk:
You are a curious thing, she says, kissing the undersides of my knees and planting soft seeds of love on every little groove of my spine. She dots constellations on my back with the tip of her nose as she makes her way to my shoulder blades. Her lashes dust my collarbones, caressing gently ...
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I am a racist. →
Side Note: I have no words for this. I haven’t read prose in a little while, and sometimes I scroll through words but this — I soaked in. Wow.
submarinedreams:
I am a racist.
Don’t be fooled by the intellectual sugar that I preach by day, or the way my stylist takes my curls in her hands and calls them “kinky.” Don’t be fooled when you ask me about my heritage and I say I am one...
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Side note: This is gorgeous, sad and moving all at once. I can relate to it and it’s beautifully written.
thestrangerinyourdreams:
Sadness underlined each of his forged emotions. Tightly quenching his fists he bashed the walls, threw lifeless objects. It was if they’d done something so intolerable, each became a victim. The violence had festered for some time and any obstacle he could...
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Porcelina
Side note: This is just entirely too beautiful, the word choices, concept and everything else is stunning.
mylifeinitalics:
She was a glass menagerie disguised as a garden of diamonds. Her lips were kissed with permanent smiles of expectation. She expected everything she touched to become light and beautiful. To change and rearrange into things that could never hurt her. Hope rose as breath...
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Side Note: I know this. Far too well.
mydawningsoul:
She hated him, and he knew nothing of it. He cared for her, but not nearly as much as she cared for him. It was a strenuous battle; always playing itself out in her head.
He had a way with sentences; he could move people with the weaving of his verbs and adjectives. She had a similar influence with her smiles, except for when he spoke. His...
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Side note: YAY, more Yvie prose :D Love, love, love! And a process that a lot of us can relate to.
shespeaksyvon:
There are these moments, brief lapses in judgment when I begin to miss you uncontrollably. When my mind leans toward better days. When I recall waking in anticipation of another moment to know you better. When I smile upon remembering a joke you made, or the way your hair looks when...
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Pedantic Persiflage: Reverse Psychology →
pedanticpersiflage:
Turn your head Till neck sounds off Several pops and clicks Opposite from Gun fires and raised fist
Twist and bend rope into the perfect knot required to make a noose
Hang and glide sky-bound and rest your head on white pillows
As if clouds are what they desire to hold
Dreams still cannot be bought or sold.
To be with birds Is that of a Mad man’s manifesto…
So go...
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Theatrics
Side Note: Beautiful.
egannemarie:
Even your smiles are hidden behind masks of broken promises and lies, even the lights in your eyes are merely reflections of the stars you’ve stolen out of my skies.
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Tea
Side note: This is how writing should be. Clean, honest, and somewhat filled with the truthfulness of life - just waiting to watch the world, waiting for a chance to jump in.
thewordfairy:
I tried an old English remedy tonight— well, kind of. Traded the black for chai; I clung to that cup of tea as if I’d fall apart if I were to set it down. Borrowed the idea from an old friend of mine—she was...
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I'll look at the stars tonight and I hope you'll... →
Side Note: I get an image of someone reaching out to another one in desperation when I read this. It is both unfortunate and hopeful.
misfit-words:
How the woods seem to swoop by car windows. Raindrops pelt the earth and the glass and I let my breath halt with their gentle touches. Smooth and clear like tears I haven’t cried in years They streak down and fly up off their gravel grave. And I...
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Side Note: YES!
thewritersaddress:
I think my belief in true love and art is the main reason why the real world often disappoints me.
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Why
Side note: It’s a hybrid of nihilism and hope. We can all relate because as writers we want to leave a part of us behind, a legacy with our words.
manalsmusings:
Because I’m going to die and nothing will be left of me. Memories will fade, pictures will crumble, even my tombstone will be erased of my name. So fill their heads, fill their hearts, fill their lives with my thoughts, my ideas,...
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Side note: This is excellent, really. The way she’s taken something bleak and flipped it around with her word choices. That doesn’t change the subject matter but I think the outcome is wonderful.
artreture:
let the vultures sink their greedy beaks onto the necks of unsuspecting flesh as they enter and leave not giving a care
the flies buzz in their eyes flash like blinding neon...
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words: Man →
Side Note: Wow! This is really intense and lovely. I love images of despondency made beautiful by words.
alittlebitloudernow:
I stared at him, heart in my head, as he leaned over the subway bench— Piss drenched pants covered in all the fucks he gave, shaking his body with a violent shiver the lining of his olive parka pulled against him the stuffing giving way to the warm, lustful air of this...
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Claimed Condition
Side note: This caught my attention and I think it’s a lovely, albeit dark piece.
words-without-echoes:
It is dark and devastating. Coming full force like the winds of a tornado ravaging the land, but instead of the winds, it is your words that pierce and shred. You have me shackled, chained to the head board that cracks time and again when my back is slammed against it. Your hands are...
She's Me. You're You. Let's Go Live.: Tumblr... →
submarinedreams:
submarinedreams:
submarinedreams and shesanargonaut invite you to come do some slam with us on Wednesday, the twenty-eighth of March! Here are the rules:
At an in-the-flesh poetry slam, all poems are judged on a numerical scale by five randomly selected judges. Your performances will be judged by a secret panel assembled by Amy and Solange and it’s a secret.
The use of...
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Eyes, Lips, Hips, Pussy, and Tits
Side Note: Bare in mind, this woman is popular but this was too good to not reblog. Bravo mama
ordinarywonder:
I am eyes, lips, hips, pussy, and tits.
The message fills the spaces in between:
Eyes like a political protest.
Lips like a radical manifesto.
Hips like a social movement.
Pussy like a philosophical argument.
Tits like a billboard for the cause.
My name is Revolution.
I can...
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Shedding Petals: Retry →
sheddingpetals:
She laid with eyes leaking, His kiss never had meaning, Dropping from the coal lashes Each lie was a blessing. Onto those eyebrows that felt He had created a part of her, As though they had been lifting Then ripped it away (again) Weights from her soul forever. Before she could...
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In the words of Hamlet, 'To be or not to be! That...
thewritersaddress:
maybe we could be more than just you and me why shouldn’t we explore the idea of what could be? is it...
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You were the one I always loved.
Side Note: Beautiful
ineloquententity:
You were the one I always loved. I think you’ll be the last I love with such fervour; such overwhelming immensity of inexplicable emotions that rush through my tired form. You enlighten me, and illuminate the darkened halls of my uninspired mind. I think I won’t ever love someone as much as I love you. I hope I won’t ever need to.
i'll always be in the mood for you to love me.
Side note: It is simple, and that is what makes it so real.
the-peony:
i’ll always be in the mood for you to love me where the only conversation is between our mouths — our tongues doing all the talking — my hands finding their way to your most delicate places — my lips leaving behind little notes for you to remember
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Side note: I like where this piece takes me, the wording is excellent.
snow-ship:
Her wrist always hurt when she played piano and she swore on Mozart’s grave that it was because her bones ached for all those wasted hours spent playing music that was not alive the way he was alive, because even after the rheumatic fever took his breath from his lungs and his fingers were buried in the dirt, his...
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Side Note: I like the way he reads this.
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Cracks
Side note: This is the kind of thing that goes through my head on a daily basis and she’s captured it beautifully.
keciasamethystheart:
I haven’t been held together this long, ever. Little bits of me are always threatening to fall away and I am always fumbling to catch them before they do.
This makeshift, body of mine. Walking casket, iron casing for my soul. This battered aluminum shed...
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Group →
Side Note: She’s becoming one of my favorites.
fetalantichrist:
Its in the salt and water The terror that it brings All these voices talking Of childhood and things That hurt our hearts and souls I feel tension around me I’d smoke a couple bowls To wane the pain I see Blue fabric, padded chairs Feel rough beneath my skin Talking to the group, to me Is a blatant, selfish sin I do not know...
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every time we fucked you traced my scars →
Side Note: Ughh, so good
six-little-milk-teeth:
every time we fucked you traced my scars fingers stinging like seeing a match burn twice and i’d compare you to the holy fucking trinity
but now there’s just disgust broken bottles littering ash trays a drink too many, out of cigarettes burning matches and holy trinities, forgotten
i tried a stint of self depreciation mucking myself up,...
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Your Eyes & Springtime
Side note: This took me back to one of my favourite memories. I needed that today. Thank you.
deevinneintervention:
It’s springtime and I realize I’m not looking at the trees and the flowers and the buds like I used to. I remember last summer, you in the drivers seat of my car. Windows rolled down, hot summer air stinging my face causing tears to roll down my cheeks. My hair was long and so...
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I Regret Tomorrow
Side note: I think we can all relate to this.
iamthehuntress:
I regret tomorrow for the things I will not do which I should for the sake of my heart and mind, and the things that I will do that will pain me for the rest of time; I regret tomorrow for the words I will not say, and I regret tomorrow for the chances I won’t take. I regret tomorrow for the what-if’s, the should’ve beens, the...
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remains.
Side Note: This reminded me of another writer that I enjoy. The detail to the body and focus on it is just perfect.
the-peony:
i find beauty in death like no other it’s a fragility that unleashes itself upon anyone — who dares to brush against it the body ceases to pump blood, the heart stops beating 72 beats per minute the lungs are expunged by the mere thought of breathing in oxygen lips...
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Almost
Side note: Brilliant! The ending just gets me. I love this.
deadfiction:
I slept inside you tears leading me astray no mercy was given only memories of the dead who mourned the living I saw no war only ongoing feelings turning to death each a finger of us laying across our bodies there was no forgiveness in the eyes of our mother crashed the innocent slaughtered the mute I was left with only...
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Blade in one hand, Light in the other, She... →
theydontwantyoudeadoralive:
Blade in one hand, Light in the other, She pretends to be asleep, So she doesn’t frighten her mother. All these days mean next to none, And in her head the animals have fun. They slip and slide and jump around, Before the realise it’s to late and fall to the ground. There they will stay until the dawn does come, Shall they then pick up their troubles and start to...
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don't do it
Side Note: I think what caught my eye about this piece was how raw it was. Each line is utterly hollow. It makes me feel nostalgic and pain so deep it is almost not there at all. It feels as if it has gone through me. Empty.
kickingkings:
how could you
leave me missing you
like a memory
never even touched
never even felt you
saw you through false eyes
but believed in you
truth.
shespeaksyvon2 asked: Thanks so much for the reblog and the encouragement to write more prose. I appreciate the love! *muah*
ordinarywonder asked: Thank you so much, for reblogging my spoken word of "Do you want to take a ride with me?" It means a lot... that piece is really the essence of my passion, for writing and creativity. Thank you.
olanna asked: Thanks for reblogging my piece :) I'd originally intended that one to go with the bucket list series, but it turned into something else as I wrote (as prose often does.) Thanks again, I just wanted to show my appreciation for what you guys are doing here.
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Side Note: I am sure, as myself, there are many who could relate to this brutal honesty.
kristaa0788:
Things were different when all I had to worry about were the bones poking out from underneath my skin, pulled tight over ribs and hips, put on display so everyone could see my harrowing sense of self-control.
“I know it. I hate it too. I hate myself.”“I’m... →
Side Note: Sad. Emanating from the words. How they are arranged. Depression.
lautan:
“I know it. I hate it too. I hate myself.” “I’m sorry.”
like everything we say after this, my words are nothing. only empty words echoing an an empty person, the gaping holes our hearts have become. we are empty, drained of each other. my heart is a wound in the shape of her.
“it’s not your fault.” she throws...
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maps →
Side Note: Nothing to be said.
auto-cannibalism:
early morning, it’s been a long night, cloudy head maybe some things are better left unsaid the water collects in these caves, runoff left over from oily exhaust of the rivers that carry dirt and dead things, that run down the street and purge themselves in the ocean eternally enchanted a look and a few words and a moment of dark hurt, then the...
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I clutched the arms of the chair I was sitting on... →
Side Note: Just… read. Pretty please?
de-nture:
I clutched the arms of the chair I was sitting on and held it firmly beneath my grasp. I couldn’t see straight, the walls blurry and the figurines and statues occupying the store’s vacant lots mixed up— I couldn’t tell an angel from a flower. I looked past the plant by the window that seemed to flow like vines and at the man standing in the...
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Free write 3:3-18-12
Side Note: Starting over, learning to live. When the rain lets you shine like the sun it obscures.
dream-writer:
I’ve read about this in books, this feeling of comfort and serenity, but never felt this in life. With the rain on my shoulders, down hard from the green-gray sky, I breath for the first time relief. A friend has saved my soul. Now the world begins again.
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Sea.
Side Note: This basically sums up everything I feel about the ocean.
orangesandhappiness:
17:23, 03-18-2012
Riding in a car Looking back at the sea The black, churning sea The cold, flowing sea The calming crash of the waves onto shore Greeting the rocks a warm hello A moment in passing, And again it is time to say goodbye.
Goodbye, sweet sea. Flow through my hair, my lips, my soul Take all...
