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peakogreen · 6 months
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loving yourself is a ride
It’s not you,
it’s the program.
unrealistic, unreasonable,
irrational.
They made hating yourself fashionable.
It’s sad
when you find out
there are no superheroes,
no sorcerer to take you under their wing.
we really do have to stick up for ourselves.
.•.peako green•.•
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susanomalis · 6 months
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do you love him or do you love the idea of him in your head? be careful, there's a difference.
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megicalgirl · 6 months
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inksplashgirl · 1 year
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Write
Why?
Why do I do this?
I sit at my keyboard, picking at useless letters,
trying to chart the unmappable.
If I thought that a single word I wrote would comfort someone,
or touch someone's grief, or reflect someone's joy,
I would never stop.
But some days, I do.
I stop, and I pick through my poems
and I wonder why.
Why do I even try?
My shaky metaphors and weak adjectives will never know
what it means to be human.
I will never know how to share how anxiety sits on my chest,
or how excitement taps its irregular rhythm through my respiration,
or how my lip shivers so gently when I'm about to cry.
If I thought one person would read my poems and think,
"Wow, she really felt the same way I do,"
I would pour every goddamn emotion I've ever felt into words.
I would never sit, idly as a fallen leaf, wondering how I can live.
I would never ignore the vague compulsion to write.
I would never second guess if something was worth publishing.
If I knew that a solitary person felt or remembered an emotion through something I wrote, maybe I would know why I write.
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semaokoko · 1 year
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There is something really lovely
About a garden snail crawling on a green algae brick wall
Just after it has rained and the sun is coming up.
That simple action, to me, says,
You can all come out now.
It has stopped raining.
— It Has Stopped Raining.
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chezagnes · 1 year
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Mirando hacia arriba, en esta noche oscura, las estrellas brillaban titilantes. Un suspiro se escapó de mis labios mientras sujetaba mi manta con más fuerza. Era una noche preciosa, y las estrellas brillaban intensamente, haciendo que pareciera como si alguien hubiera derramado polvo de diamantes sobre el cielo negro. Busqué las constelaciones sobre las que solías contarme historias: Andrómeda, la dama encadenada; Acuario, El Portador de Agua o Casiopea, Reina del Cielo Nocturno. Localicé las 4 estrellas que marcan el Crux y los siete puntos de las Pléyades, Los Osos... con ellos volví a aquellas noches en la playa cuando me enseñabas sus secretos, y una lágrima caliente recorrió mi mejilla. #creativepromptsforwriting #writing #prompts #inspiration #writingprompts #writingadvice #writinginspirations #writingexercise #writingmotivation #writingcommunity #writeblr #writingprompt #writersoninstagram #october #writinginspo #ChezAgneswritings #chezagnesautumn #otoñochezagnes #quotes #frases #escribir #escritos #escrituracreativa #starrynight #nocheestrellada (en Madrid, Spain) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpYKhZoDdSr/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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oneandahalfeggs · 2 years
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A time to build
A blueprint of your heart
crafted from poems scrawled in ink,
The verses sear my soul
A story not mine but in sync
A plan of past and present
Love given and returned in kind
Braced to face lifes cruelty
but all that echos in my mind;
Is the time I have spent with you
and all the eons more,
I wish to share entwined with you
With one roof and one door.
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academiainspo · 1 year
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the fire burned bright, unafraid of eventually burning out. and the brightest stars watched uneasily, tittering in the darkness, hesitant of slowly fading into the dust they once had emerged from.
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gloomyghost18 · 2 years
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Revisiting the graveyards
Of our old conversations
Where my unsaid words
have been buried
Under mounds of
“What if’s”
The ghost of you haunts me
And it begs to be laid to rest
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emma-kate-writing · 1 year
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Today's fun fact: the media that inspired me as I wrote Wraiths and Wanderings! 🌷Lakesedge by @lkclipstone 🌷Ninth House by @lbardugo 🌷Buzzfeed Unsolved (check @shanemadej and @ryanbergara at @wearewatcher for some really cool actual ghost hunters! 🌷Anna Dressed in Blood by @kendareblake These are the bad boys that got me pumped up about writing about ghosts, the occult, and writing my weird little children! Charlotte is, as always, the beautiful @tica_jules #wraithsandwanderings #charlotteblythe #charlotteandwade #amwriting #indieauthor #mortlockwing #Victorianlibrary #ghosthunting #darkacademia #aesthetic #debutauthor #debutbook #urbanfantasy #occulthorror #paranormalfantasy #buzzfeedunsolved #lakesedge #ninthhouse #annadressedinblood #writinginspo #witch #hunter #supernatural https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp9oFheuOY_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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yeahimwiththeband · 1 year
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Make up a story… For our sake and yours forget your name in the street; tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light. Don’t tell us what to believe, what to fear. Show us belief’s wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear’s caul.
Toni Morrison, author of Beloved, on writing
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peakogreen · 7 months
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September 2023 Prompts
1. turning gratitude to liquid
2. the only escape
3. perfect as a pear tree
4. blinded by the sparks
5. deep in a memory
6. still asking for kindness
7. dusty dragons
8. sag in the week
9. melody to my ears
10. happily healed
11. book of new adventures
12. heinous attachment
13. at the bottom of the rationale
14. faster than fury
15. caught a leaf before it hit the ground
16. bottled up the feeling
17. flammable hopes
18. salt to taste
19. borrowed colours for your piece
.•.peako green•.•
Here are this month’s Peako Prompts.
Feel free to use them however & whenever you like :)
Go ahead and use any peako-related tags
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susanomalis · 6 months
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is it possible
for someone to think
about everything
and nothing
all at once?
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megicalgirl · 6 months
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you only live once music video
flesh so tender always bruising ten days past ripe, bartlett contused by their surroundings my knees bleed as i try to dethorn my past my hurt i used to think the world is hurting me but now i see i do upon my own gashes breaking the skin at least when fruits spill their juices sweet for me, tar secretes filling up the room i lost the key to
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inksplashgirl · 1 year
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Oldest
My family is that family.
An irrefutable celestial body of chaos.
By which I mean
meals are not a constant,
and screaming is a lifestyle
and some days are more broken
than others.
I'm the oldest.
By which I mean that from my earliest point
I've felt like a third parent.
Once, when I was six,
I watched my second cousin
(her name was Annie)
who lived in a rougher home than anyone knew
drape a blanket over her sleeping brother
with a fierceness and gentility
I'd never seen.
She looked at me and said
"I have to take care of my brother."
"No matter what."
And I nodded
because that,
that is what it feels like
to be the oldest.
Every time one of my siblings looks at me
and says
"Mom- I mean, Sara-"
I understand a fraction of what she was doing.
Annie was stealing food and hiding
the least I can do
is wash their dishes
and share my food
and get them dressed
and drive them to school
and even though the slip-up still hurts
I will do what I can
to lend them stability.
This is not a great place to grow up.
Is it as bad as it could be?
No.
I always have my parents to talk to
and I know that because there are so many of us
sometimes I'm just a face in the crowd
and that's okay.
It's just given me a craving to be someone.
To do sometihing.
The world will not forget me
or confuse me with anyone else.
Because I am the oldest.
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semaokoko · 1 year
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There are gathered leaves under the lamppost
Just before you turn right and
See the street with one store.
The footprints I made while worrying
And fretting about the day are there.
And the smaller ones belong to the children
That gathered the leaves there.
— Under A Lamppost.
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