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zombie-poetry · 3 months

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Rare pity, mercy and compassion of the giants called humanity

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zombie-poetry · 5 months

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publishing companies will be like ~ooh this is a hardcover oooh it's so durable that will be $35~ and then you see the actual book and it's like. "perfect"-bound with endbands glued on crooked and a completely plain paper cover under the dust jacket. my dudes this shit is a mass market paperback with delusions of grandeur

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zombie-poetry · 5 months

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I ATE A BIG BAG OF FACTORY REJECT SEEDS UNTIL A HEALTHY FLOWER UNFURLED IN MY CHEST ...

I MISTOOK THE SENSATION FOR LOVE AND DIED.

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zombie-poetry · 5 months

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(uses the “make your character say something while not actually saying it” writing advice i saw on here once)

(character interactions are now 200% more fun to write)

holy shit what

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zombie-poetry · 11 months

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And yet it's all the same

Hey… it's been a while.

It's weird.

Every once in a while I'll go back and look at the pictures of us. What we used to be.

It's weird seeing them, knowing the inevitable end that is to come.

Sometimes I look back on those memories and I want to reach out.

Reach out and tell Myself to stay away. But then again, I never could do that.

Not with you.

I think back to what we were, what we had; and I want to cry.

I cry, and silently scream, and want to punch something.

It's not that I'm upset that it ended the way it did, it's that I'm upset that it happened in the first place.

Sometimes I wonder how different my life would be if we had never met.

I wonder if I would be happier.

I wonder if it would still hurt to look at you.

If being in the same room as would feel like stepping into an iron lady.

But, I think what hurts most is knowing that you never did feel the same way.

#poetry #my poetry #i wrote this high

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zombie-poetry · 1 year

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I turn 21 today. 21 years of life and I'm still going strong. I'm shocked that I've gottenthis far. Knowing that if it wasn't for modern medicine, I would have died by age 7, then 13, then 14, and so on. Today, I turn 21 and yet I still feel like a kid lost in the world. I'm excited and scared for what the future holds. I'm excited for all the future concerts and family birthdays and fun experiences that await me, but I'm also terribly scared of the people I care about leaving before I'm ready. For all the future heart brakes and pain. I know I will live through all of that though, so here's to 21 more years.

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So I meant to post this on my birthday but I forgot :/

Better lat than never I suppose

#my poetry #poetry #birthday

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zombie-poetry · 2 years

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TW: heavily referenced substance abuse

A danbert poem I wrote to try and write from Dan's perspective rather than Herbert's

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zombie-poetry · 2 years

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Writing advice from my uni teachers:

If your dialog feels flat, rewrite the scene pretending the characters cannot at any cost say exactly what they mean. No one says “I’m mad” but they can say it in 100 other ways.

Wrote a chapter but you dislike it? Rewrite it again from memory. That way you’re only remembering the main parts and can fill in extra details. My teacher who was a playwright literally writes every single script twice because of this.

Don’t overuse metaphors, or they lose their potency. Limit yourself.

Before you write your novel, write a page of anything from your characters POV so you can get their voice right. Do this for every main character introduced.

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zombie-poetry · 2 years

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There is rot in you– fine, there is rot. Maybe at your fingertips, or under your tongue, or maybe in those parts you cannot see, but feel, crumbling between your bones. So you know that there is rot. But you are not the only one; we are all fetid beasts, breath between our teeth coming death-sweet. Sing your sorrows if you must, but come find us in our garden. We plant our rots together here and give them a place they may decay, and make themselves something more– iris climb from curling skin, lilies lilt like ribs. No bruise alone knows how to bloom, but together we’ll teach them to grow.

#reblog

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zombie-poetry · 3 years

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Jane Doe

The water will never be hot enough to warm my cold body, to make the still blood in veins run again. They open me up; they take out my guts, and drain me of my fluids. They fill me with formaldehyde and methanol then sew me back up. I scream, and I scream, and I scream; I scream that it hurts, but nothing comes out; it is quiet in that cold sterile room. The walls are lined with body's like mine, all given the same two names. I try to tell them that I'm different, that I remember mine, I beg them not to leave me here with the others; for I do not wish to be a nameless body that no one remembers; but again my mouth stays closed, and my body is still. I am naked, and my sins laid bare for all to see. My body, once a temple but now sullied; my altar stripped of its offerings. My skin is tight around my bones, it feels wrong. It doesn't feel like my own. In this morg I am trapped in my own hell that is my mind; and it is quite, it's is still, and i am alone.

#my poetry #poetry #cw: death

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zombie-poetry · 4 years

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at lest we have each other

this is actly a short story that i had to write for school oneday! i know i usaly post poems but i thought that this would be fun to post! i hope yall like it.

Me and my sister grabbed what we could and ran. It was only a handful of supplies but it was enough; to be honest I was surprised there was even that much. As we ran I made sure Sarah didn't trip, she had always been unathletic. After all that we had been through, I couldn't lose her; not now. I slowed as we finally reached the field where our family's old and rustic farmhouse was.

It was nice, quiet, and peaceful. though it was always quiet out here, even without the pandemic. I took a deep breath of the warm late spring air. The ever so gentle breeze was lightly scented with wildflowers. I realized that while I was lost in thought Sarah had already made it to the house and was patiently waiting for me. When we made it inside we finished putting away the supplies and finished up our chorus. We were only sixteen but it was just us now that our parents were gone. I decided that since there was still sun I would go fish plus then we could have more then just canned food. We had sort of fallen into a routine of sorts; I would fish or hunt, plus do my share of the choirs, and Sahah would do the cooking; but that part wasn't really an option as I couldn't cook to save my life. I told Sarah to expect catfish for dinner and headed out. The river was close and had always been secluded, almost as if it were a part of our own private little world.

Anytime I went fishing I always got lost in thought as my father never failed to point out. I couldn't help but realize that ever since our parents left us, me and Sarah had gotten closer,which, I suppose isn't all that weird. Especially because all that we have left is each other. I was quickly pulled from my thoughts when I felt a strong tug on my line. It was a decent sized cach, plenty for the both of us.i placed the fish in the cooler and maid my way back to the house. As I walked, I passed a patch of Iris Cristata and grabbed one, silently hoping that it would make Sarah smile. Maybe she would even paint it.

#short story #writing exercise

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zombie-poetry · 4 years

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Reality

Am i real? Is what i perceive true? Im so lost in this new mishapen world or maybe The world hasn't changed at all. Maybe i'm the one who's changed. Maybe i'm the one who's become mishapen. Maybe I have become the spiral

#poetry #the magnus archives #the spiral

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zombie-poetry · 4 years

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Adam Crucifying Eve

Your just a toy for my entertainment

Baby don't cry or else you'll be maimed

Did you think I could love you after all this time?

if I see tiers in your eyes you'll be left behind

I'll put you up on a cross

Leave you there to die

Just to watch you crawl back and say that you're fine

Baby I'll hurt you

Baby I'll kill you and I'll lie to your face

I'm the serpent in the garden

And you'll do what I say

I'm the serpent in the garden

And I have a name

I'm the Adam to your Eve

And I won't let you leave

My hold on you is tight but you won't get teirs I your eyes

Don't show your emotion or else you'll regret it

Just shut up and die

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So these are actually lyrics to a song I wrote but, I have no cords for them yet. It's about a toxic ex and he's sorta represented as the serpent. The capitalized letters in the title actually spell my name.

#my poem #my post #my poetry #poetry #unfinished song #i dont know if this really counts though #i promise i'm not dead

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zombie-poetry · 4 years

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A letter from Adam to Eve

In the book of creation, God took a piece of me to make you. One could say we are one in the same, but this in untrue. You bewitch me with your sweet lies, tell me that I have a choice. At night I writhe under your touch and cry myself to sleep. You intoxicate my brain with your whispers of sweet nothings then, leave me to rot and fester in my own filth and disgust when you're done with me but; no matter what i do, and no matter where I go you will always be apart of me.

-Adam to Eve

#poetry #my post #my stuff #my writing #my poetry #my poem #tw: religious themes #tw: manipulation #constructive criticism is welcome

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