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🦋 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!
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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.
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April 18
last clementine the downside of a decision
Source: A blackout culled from p. 117 of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon.
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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.
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April 11
Source: an erasure from Pg. 55 of 1984 by George Orwell
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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…
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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…
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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…
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To be selfish like the brain, the heart and the pen #napowrimo2024
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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…
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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
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Fragments | "Hello"
I’m beginning to question if I canActually find a degree of real joyFrom anything anymore or if I am willfully suppressing venturingtowards the semblance of happiness that hasbeen allotted to my life. There’s an outline of how I thought this poem could go but whichever way the wind takes me I think Iwill be inclined to go in this month-longexperiment that will hopefully morphinto a sizable blank…
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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.
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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.
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April 1
midnight / closed in on its side / a dream / alive or dead / on the opposite side / of the road
Source: A blackout culled from p. 7 of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon.
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Mycophobia Pt. III (22/30)
In March I told a man I was terrified of mushrooms
and because I've come to realize
people really love mushrooms,
I hastily explained that the fear is rooted in my
obsession and severe trauma surrounding death
and that, I view mushrooms as the product of death.
He probed more and eventually I let it slip
that I feel that I am essentially a mushroom
and really I'm terrified of myself-
a creature who thrives in darkness
and only exists because of death.
And he said but mushrooms live.
Mushrooms are alive.
And some other scientific shit about
the complexities of their makeup or ecosystem.
Don't ask me, 2002 was the last time I took Biology.
But it fucked me up because I've been so focused
on the death and the rot and the murk
that preceded me and succeeded me
I had not realized being a mushroom
doesn't make me the symbol of death,
rather the proof of life after it.
I am not saying I'm no longer scared of mushrooms
or that I'm now fully comfortable with myself.
Just that there is something to be said
for the ability to grow in absence of light.
To be able to nourish yourself off decomposition.
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April 30
Source: an erasure from Pg. 159 of 1984 by George Orwell
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