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How beautiful were

Your waterfall eyes

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I didn’t know I could be beautiful, and yet even more so still.

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Taking a short break

Hey, guys! I’m really excited to be on this journey with you all. And, like on many journeys, there are some bumps in this road.

The good news is I just got a new job and a promotion at my current job. I’m super excited about both, but it means I’m working super hard at learning the responsibilities for both.

That being said, I’m still super new to using a lot of the tools here on tumblr. I’m learning over time, but for now I don’t have all the skills I need.

I’m taking a week long break, just to get a bit ahead. I need a second to relax, or I won’t be able to take in the information I’m getting.

I promise I’ll be back on the 24th of June. I’ll be posting into July at this point. I still can’t wait to share all that I’ve made. I just need to be smart about how I go about doing it.

Thank you! Hope you have a lovely week!

~averypoetic

[averypoetic]

What is the best piece of advice you have ever been given?

Hurt people hurt people

#June 12 2019 #110 #Piccadilly Inc Prompt #prose #not my quote #one of my regular customers told me this

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If you had a “do-ver” button, what one event in your life would you like to have a second chance at?

I never meant to hurt you

The way that I did

Though you also hurt me

With all that you said

I wanted to help you

But I was a hindrance

I wish it had never happened

With each remembrance

#June 12 2019 #109 #Piccadilly Inc Prompt #poetry #break up poem #general feeling of 'im sorry' #i truly am sorry

[averypoetic]

If you had the opportunity to write as a career, what would you write?

I would write everything

And anything I please

There is so much to show and tell

~

I would let the words

Drip from my fingertips

And springboard off my tongue

~

Poems, prose

Fiction, nonfiction

Songs, shows, movies, etc.

~

I want to write it all

Until there is nothing more

That I want to write

~

But that day is not soon

There is much to do

And that is why I’m here

#June 12 2019 #108 #Piccadilly Inc Prompt #poetry #writing about writing

[averypoetic]

Write about a piece of jewelry you own. Where did it come from? When do you wear it?

It’s not valuable; that is, monetarily it isn’t. I bought it for about $15, if my memory serves me right. But there was something that shone from deep within the face of that fake blue gem with small, likely cubic zirconia on either side of it, laid in a copper ring painted silver. It was gorgeous, in it’s perfect form. Bought on a whim in: I just wanted it because it was pretty. But part of me felt like it was something more. With that approximately $15, I made a promise to myself.

I wore it on my quartz crystal necklace. It would seem strange to wear a ring like this on my finger. What might people think? But still, I liked it. Every now and then, I would take it off the fabric cord of the necklace and place it on my finger. The silver had receded where the cord wore it and on the sides where it lay against my skin. The blue gem always seemed to have a partial print painted across it’s face like tiger stripes. It looked cheap. It was lovely. I always wore that necklace. Always.

~

The fabric cord finally broke one day. Time had worn it as much as I had. I went to take it off for a shower, and I watched as the cord dropped from my neck in the mirror. Watched as the quartz crystal dropped onto the counter, into my clothes. As the ring fell to the floor, clattering against the linoleum. It’s not valuable: that is, monetarily it isn’t. But neither was the necklace I cried over that day. It meant a sense of safety to me. A sense of self love and belonging. There was only one thing to do.

~

I always wore that quartz crystal necklace. I also wore another necklace, though this one was a rose quartz piece adorning a gold chain. I moved the ring over once I was done mourning my old necklace. I was losing a friend and initiating a new one. The ring was now not made of metal, but of self love and belonging. It was not about the value of the stones in someone else’s eyes, but in mine. And so, I wore that necklace everyday. I wear that necklace everyday, now. I will continue to wear it. Until the metal breaks. Until it is lost. Until I don’t want to anymore. And even then, I will remember it.

#June 12 2019 #107 #Piccadilly Inc Prompt #prose

[averypoetic]

Write about a time you broke something.

“Don’t worry. It’ll dry.”

I’ve barely toddled out of the office when my mom finds me. It’s the first thing I can think to say. “Don’t worry. It’ll dry.” For some reason, saying this when I’ve just come out of the room that has our big, boxy computer does not keep her from worrying.

My mother pushes past me, into the office. I follow her in. The room feels small, but it only feels so small because it is cluttered. Atop the wooden desk, the computer is just fine. Nothing wet on it or anything. It’s the two things next to the computer are what I’m really scared of my mom seeing.

“I broke it.” I point, trying to hold back tears. A bottle of glue stands as tall as the toy giraffe. I have given it a glue necklace at the base of its neck, where a small break in the plastic is. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”

His neck was supposed to swivel, so he could look all around. I, being about 3 or 4 years old, didn’t understand. I wanted to fix what I thought I had broken. I wanted to make it better. So I glued is neck. Now, his head would not likely come off. But it definitely wouldn’t swivel.

#June 12 2019 #106 #Piccadilly inc prompt #prose

[averypoetic]

Write about a piece of jewelry you own. Where did it come from? When do you wear it?

It’s not valuable; that is, monetarily it isn’t. I bought it for about $15, if my memory serves me right. But there was something that shone from deep within the face of that fake blue gem with small, likely cubic zirconia on either side of it, laid in a copper ring painted silver. It was gorgeous, in it’s perfect form. Bought on a whim in: I just wanted it because it was pretty. But part of me felt like it was something more. With that approximately $15, I made a promise to myself.

I wore it on my quartz crystal necklace. It would seem strange to wear a ring like this on my finger. What might people think? But still, I liked it. Every now and then, I would take it off the fabric cord of the necklace and place it on my finger. The silver had receded where the cord wore it and on the sides where it lay against my skin. The blue gem always seemed to have a partial print painted across it’s face like tiger stripes. It looked cheap. It was lovely. I always wore that necklace. Always.

~

The fabric cord finally broke one day. Time had worn it as much as I had. I went to take it off for a shower, and I watched as the cord dropped from my neck in the mirror. Watched as the quartz crystal dropped onto the counter, into my clothes. As the ring fell to the floor, clattering against the linoleum. It’s not valuable: that is, monetarily it isn’t. But neither was the necklace I cried over that day. It meant a sense of safety to me. A sense of self love and belonging. There was only one thing to do.

~

I always wore that quartz crystal necklace. I also wore another necklace, though this one was a rose quartz piece adorning a gold chain. I moved the ring over once I was done mourning my old necklace. I was losing a friend and initiating a new one. The ring was now not made of metal, but of self love and belonging. It was not about the value of the stones in someone else’s eyes, but in mine. And so, I wore that necklace everyday. I wear that necklace everyday, now. I will continue to wear it. Until the metal breaks. Until it is lost. Until I don’t want to anymore. But even then, I will remember it.

#105 #June 12 2019 #Piccadilly Inc Prompt #prose #ring #i had '7 rings' stuck in my head when i bought that ring

[averypoetic]

What is your favorite breakfast to get you up and out the door?

I don’t like breakfast

And for a while disliked breakfast foods

Hated the taste of pancakes

Even the smell of bacon made me upset

Like that meal of the day

Personally offended me

And sometimes, like now

I hold grudges

#103 #June 12 2019 #Piccadilly Inc Prompt #poetry #idk why i don't like breakfast food #I just don't

[averypoetic]

What do you want your retirement to look like?

I want to:

~Run a bookstore entirely composed of first time authors.

~Watch a bunch of shows I grew up with.

~Bake cakes for people.

~Donate money to important organizations when I can.

~Learn more (maybe going back to school part time for the sake of knowledge).

#June 12 2019 #102 #Piccadilly Inc Prompt #poetry #list poem #simple #retirement #future goals

[averypoetic]

What one issue is most important to you when voting for political candidates?

A good leader

Has a sense of right from wrong

Which shows in everything they do

Rather than what they say

#June 12 2019 #101 #Piccadilly Inc Prompt #poetry #poetry writing #poem #politics #I look at the intentions of their past actions #as well as the actions themselves

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Write about an item you use frequently that you think (or hope) will be obsolete in 20 years.

One time use cups. We don’t exactly have a one time use planet, ya know?

#June 10 2019 #100 #Piccadilly Inc Prompt #prose #global warming

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If you could win a lifetime supply of anything, what would you choose?

Happiness

#June 10 2019 #99 #Piccadilly Inc Prompt #poetry #prose #i envision it coming in little mason jars #a yellow substance #like someone captured sunlight

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What keeps you from getting a good night’s sleep?

I think too much

About times when

I didn’t think enough

#June 10 2019 #98 #Piccadilly Inc Prompt #poetry #late night existentialism #late night anxiety

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Describe your memories of a piece of furniture from your childhood home.

For the longest time

We have had a rocking horse

Made of wood

A simple, faraway look in his painted eyes

As though he was trying

With all his might

To ride you forward

But never going anywhere

#June 10 2019 #97 #Piccadilly Inc Prompt #poetry #We still have this rocking horse #it put a couple dents in the walls #but it survived

[averypoetic]

What bad habit would you like to change?

I need to drink more water. When I say I need to drink more water, I mean I have gone days without remembering to drink a single glass of water. I mean I had a kidney stone when I was only 18 years old. I mean that I have to tell the people around me that I don’t drink enough water so they’ll help push me to drink it. I mean that I have no reason not to want to drink water, that I know of. I mean that I’m trying to get better. And yes, I remembered to drink water while writing this.

#June 10 2019 #96 #Piccadilly Inc Prompt #prose #personal writing #gotta work that hydration station #ah yes my old friend H2O