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The more I read, the more I realize that there’s no reason to waste your time forcing yourself to read books you don’t like. Put that book down and find something you enjoy, whether it’s considered “literature” or not.

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I am a(n):

⚪ Male

⚪ Female

🔘 Writer

Looking for

⚪ Boyfriend

⚪ Girlfriend

🔘 An incredibly specific word that I can't remember

#writing resources

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hi everyone! as i often receive requests for poetry recs, i thought i’d put together a masterpost of my favourites. there are poems from a variety of periods and in a variety of styles here, so i hope everyone can find some stuff from this list to connect with (and do let me know if you do! i’m always up for a chat). i will keep adding to this post as i remember and discover more poems. contents under the cut, ordered alphabetically <3

Keep reading

#work by others #masterposts

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I carry in me a graveyard of emotional bloodlust, a murmur of dead poets lost, and an itching for silken hands wrapping themselves around my neck.

—b.k.

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I found a company called “Frantic Meerkat” who makes journals whose sole purpose is to call me out

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fleetfooted promises in starlit hallways once echoed your name.

now?

silence prevails and even the lionhearted children don’t dare utter a word at nightfall.

why?

fear of infinity being that of the abyss’s gaze staring unto you strikes the vice of god into the back of your mind.

—DARETOWRITE PROMPT: IMMORTALITY | b.k.

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inertia settles in like another cog in life’s machinations

the world won’t stop turning— a constellation taking a toll on my starstruck mortality

cue the baneful frustation

where am i to go?

what am i to do?

why don’t i have seeds to sow?

if only i knew

where my own belladonna lies

with my love letter in lieu

—A FORGOTTEN SUICIDE NOTE | b.k.

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i am just a noonday breeze who bleeds for you every seventh of every moon.

daggers wish upon wishing stars,

for they will never be as radiant as your cutting-edge rue.

never enough for your ink cartridges and bars,

you know, the ones that undulate golden and blue.

such skies throw themselves upon altars,

hands clasped in exchange for what they hope will be your light blessing them anew.

i am just a noonday breeze who bleeds for you every seventh of every moon.

zeniths come and go,

just as your glories are paged through by scavenging philosophers and crows.

and what of your healer’s soothe,

that arrests one’s gaze unto your bow?

so i say may your arrows hold true,

tipped in a summer’s morning glow.

i am but only a noonday breeze who bleeds for you every seventh of every moon.

—AND SO I WILL BLEED EVERY SEVENTH OF EVERY MOON | b.k.

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and yet we’re still strangers to each other’s touch / don’t be fooled by the fleetfooted / our love is just as fruitful / tangerines and strawberries / i love and love them all the same / oh honey won’t you engulf me?

-b.k.

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75% of writing is convincing yourself that your story is worth it

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latin is only as dead as you make of it; to me it is stitched in my very flesh, battered tongues that tread where they please in pursuit of something that transcends their very own spit.

i wish i could wear the language as a cloak, safe and secure, nestled right in the embrace of home.

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ATTENTION WRITERS

Google BetaBooks. Do it now. It’s the best damn thing EVER.

You just upload your manuscript, write out some questions for your beta readers to answer in each chapter, and invite readers to check out your book!

It’s SO easy!

You can even track your readers! It tells you when they last read, and what chapter they read!

Your beta readers can even highlight and react to the text!!!

There’s also this thing where you can search the website for available readers best suited for YOUR book!

Seriously guys, BetaBooks is the most useful website in the whole world when it comes to beta reading, and… IT’S FREE.

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Hey all, I don’t have an extensive background with writing and while I don’t have all the wisdom and answers to writing problems, I’m going to take a second to share you the best advice I was ever given by another writer.

I don’t remember their name but they made this YouTube video giving a ton of first time writer tips and one of them was to have reference books to boost your word skills.

This, my friends and mutuals is called

The Emotion Thesarus

This book is hands down the best book I’ve ever bought! No book has yet to top it and I’m a bit surprised nobody here has mentioned it. This book can get you out of the biggest creative funks and give you new ways to mix up your character’s emotions.

The book series also offers other types of thesauruses that I haven’t picked up but to me look cool. I know it’s listed kinda pricey but I got mine pretty cheap on Amazon. I think other sellers offer used copies and I think mine might be used. But even so, for the price, it’s worth it and has saved me countless times.

Let me know if anyone else has heard of it or knows other books to pick up, I’m always on the hunt!

#book recs #writing resources

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Wasps.

crowned with hyacinths that croon

you omit the mortality

with such grief that blooms

the pomegranate seeds that seize

the walls of your throat, forbid to

become apart of thou,

pomegranate seeds of frugality.

you are perceived to be harmless

with the golden honey your

brown eyes concoct when

bestowed under Apollo’s witchery

and the wine stained lips you

posses that appear oh so scarlet

but you have endured the agony

and the darkness and the fear and—

the misery.

the honey may taste saccharine

and the wine may conquer their aches

but the honey can choke their throat

and pursued them to steal a kiss from

Thanatos who will banish them into

the gleaming Acheron

and the wine they drink from

your intoxicating lips will poison

them to obey your every bid

like serpent charmers shall do

with their snakes.

there are two terminuses that are

fabricated when one abides to a

sufferings teaching

you will have a harsh winter

slashed upon a face

Or you shall have fracture

lines that beseech fortified to

brave it’s beatings.

and you my, darling dearest,

have become winter and have

abandoned the crushed olives,

the poppies, and the hyacinths

and meet hesitant hands, tensed

shoulder blades, and trembling

hips only willing to be blessed with an

embrace.

you were once honeybees

but you now hold the starvation of

power much like wasps because

of the lack of what you once basked

in instead of the grim you now douse

yourself in.

You’ve taken the wasps disease.

z.g.r // August 19th, 2017

Author’s Note:

So, I wrote this before I became a Hellenic oKAY so pls don’t attack me if it presents itself as offensive, it’s not my intention; just a perspective of how I viewed the story back in 2017. I was looking through my old poetry account on amino and I found this piece, I felt like sharing. I feel that Persephone admires the poem and the aspect of her kidnapping and how she became Queen. Of course, nowadays I prefer the myth where she wandered into the underworld to comfort the wailing souls, but this poem depicts the most popular form of the myth.

#work by others

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reasons to not quit writing:

your writing is a skill, not an inborn talent (unless, yeah, maybe it is). not everyone can do what you do and love

everyone says they want to write a book. everyone has what it takes to write a book. not everyone does it anyway. you be the small percentage of success you read about

your writing will always seem brickshit horrible because you wrote and read it a million times

you love this writing thingy. quitting it will be like cutting off your fingers one by one.

someone out there will want to read what you wrote.

someone out there wants to know what is on your mind. 

someone out there appreciates your art. they will share it with their friends. they will share it with their loved ones. they will share it with their future self because maybe what you wrote saved them.

if you give up now, you know you will just come back to it again, whether it’s years from now, months, or next week. you love writing, that’s why you planted the seed of thought that you are going to write this book, and whether you come back to it or not, your unwritten stories will come back to you.

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he was rabbit eyed

a lucky charm with clipped wings

a leap away from certain teeth

pick pocketed in a loveliness that knew no divinity by vowel nor consonant

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