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bookerplays · 4 months

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Interview for Quill & Parchment + Artemis 31

Being interviewed forces you to take stock of why you write, what you hope to achieve (if anything) by putting words to paper. Poet and reviewer, Neil Leadbeater, set up some stretching questions for me in his interview for American-based webzine Quill & Parchment. “What are your future plans as a writer” brought me up short. I realised I didn’t have any plans; just writing, more writing, more…

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#A Pocketful of Chalk #Anne Ryland #art photos #Artemis #Claire Booker #Female writing #line drawings #new poetry #Quill & Parchment #Second Light Poetry #women&039;s poetry

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fairydrowning · 1 year

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"I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do. To dream, to live in the world of dreams."

– Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

#I'm not posting from a few days and it's all because of my exams #i was so busy in that and yesterday was my second last one #and y'all won't believe that i slept straight for 16 hours straight after that #dark academia #light academia #excerpts #fragments #poetry #books & libraries #romanticism #day dreaming #short peoms #dark academia aesthetic #words #books and literature #classic literature #literature quotes #dark academia quotes

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typewriter-worries · 1 year

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and when you put your hand on my thigh it was like i knew for the first time why god gave us thighs. why god gave us hands.

Promises of Gold, José Olivarez

#this is only the second poem from the book mind you #promises of gold #josé olivarez #poetry #literature #dark academia #classic academia #light academia

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jijjmoon · 3 months

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more code poetry

#this was actually water & light drawing practice (bit failed)#ava #alan becker #ava theory #ava the second coming #animator vs animation #ava tsc #watching how other ppl interpret these are interesting #color #color gang #code poetry

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fictionadventurer · 2 months

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NaPoWriMo #8

I got struck by the image of one star shining in a sky hazy with suburban brightness, and wanted to try to make a poem. I sort of came up with two. Not sure either is worth much so I'll give you both.

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A single star shining Drowning in the brightness of the city Where mankind burns away Its time, its life, its health, its soul In the always seeking rush For something better than the darkness in our hearts

Let them keep their unholy glare Let me go north, alone and silent To the dark, slow places Where the stars can breathe

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A sky full of busy lights Hazy lights City lights Streaming back-and-forth cars always-on-the-go lights Blinding glaring street lights Stop and spend your money lights Maybe if it’s bright enough the dark won’t find your soul lights

Drowning out the still lights Soft lights Star lights Shining ever-circling in never-ending dance lights Gently calling home lights Stop and face your soul lights Come into the dark and let our brightness still your heart lights

#napowrimo 2024 #poetry #the first ones more of 'words on a page i'm not sure how this poem thing works'#the second one just kind of came out on a whim #i was thinking it was too dumb to post #and then a muffy-from-arthur voice piped up #'she rhymed light with light fourteen times!'#and that was so funny that i just have to post it

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itspileofgoodthings · 1 month

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I love the rhyming on ttpd. can only think of two examples currently but I know there’s more.

#the dancing phantoms on the terrace do they get second hand embarrassed #is e v e r y t h I n g #but also I can’t stop thinking about:#you. look. like. taylor swift. in this light—we’re lovin’ it #like just the flow. the cadence. not even just the rhyme but #her ease with language and playfulness with it and all the little pockets and corners of so many songs #even ones you think you don’t like. settle in with time!#like the thing about taylor is that she is VERY much a poet #in that some of her genius/way with words is innate #and the images and stuff she uses the turns of phrase can feel so garish and embarrassing on first listen #they JAR #but honestly I think it’s because she is truly …. new? she is doing something NEW #and the shock and outrage that always goes with new things is always present with a Taylor album #and I think she’s drawing on so much from the past to write but she is so deeply rooted in the present cultural moment #so it’s so easy to dismiss her writing on first glance as like. idk a college girl’s idea of poetry #as being too Stark or Melodramatic.#she loves OBVIOUS imagery and extremely dramatic ones too #but she isn’t actually just throwing stuff at the wall #because pretty much always. it starts to land and soften and settle #and the image she’s chosen has done its job of drawing you into a world #and/or communicating an emotion #and sometimes it’s so upsetting. like. get me out of the bedroom with Matty Healy taylor!!!!!!!!!! but. the art is art-ing!#I guess is what I’m saying. she’s good at this it isn’t just hype #but some of it really is that she’s taking us places we might not want to go or are so quick to pass judgment on #as being unworthy of a song or more importantly a poem. but present art HAS to do that #and does do it!!!!!! idk I am just. musing

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l-e-morgan-author · 7 months

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Surprise post! Two poems. I don't know how to add alt text in Wordpress yet, though, sorry.

#Besides #the first poem I haven't even written down apart from in that image lol #poetry #my poetry #salt and light #<- i think they count? who knows #indie author #christianity #chrumblr #every so often I second guess my decision to separate my author profile from my main tumblr blog because I know it would get more traction #there but also No

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kaida427 · 4 months

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Silent Desperation

Inspired by "The Glass Menagerie" by Tennessee Williams

In a house like a pinewood box, This inescapable two-by-four situation, Nails bending, breaking, rusty, Leaving like a crowbar prying at the boards.

Pacing around, looking inside, Falling through a single crack, No escape without a fire, A flame that burns through factory work.

Tell me mother, do you believe, That I'm in love with Continental Shoes? Full of envy for the dead, "Rise and shine," you crow, and I'll do neither.

Even if I try to forget, Through midnight screens and bottles emptied, I left my home, was it for the better? What I left behind soon turns quiet.

Shyness sent to empty gaze, "Slight defects" ice picks will solve, Quiet girls are seen, not heard, A happy home without expression.

Were there really seventeen? Tales retold to bear with life, Exaggeration was your only tool, "Go," you said, my body exhumed.

#tennessee williams #the glass menagerie #wrote this for class in junior english #god i love tennessee williams #i was the tennessee williams expert in scholar bowl during high school #buzzed in within the first few seconds about the glass menagerie and watched the lights fade from the other team's eyes #didn't know what they were dealing with #i'm from the st. louis area which is where the play takes place #and there's this place called the city museum #it was part of my childhood #a place of whimsy and artwork #and i found out in junior english that it's CONTINENTAL SHOEMAKERS #or was the factory before it shut down #tennessee williams hated that place and i'm honestly so happy that it turned into this genuinely wonderful exploration of art #poetry #poem #original poem

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janthewriter · 5 months

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Time & Time Again

i gave you chances

when i probably should have ran

in the other direction

and never looked back

i probably should have thought twice

about giving you a second chance

after you wasted the first

i saw the good in you

when i probably should have been wishing

to by blinded

by the sun’s brightest of rays

so my eyes couldn’t deceive me anymore

and i could sense the danger

that you were trying to gift my heart

i tried to hold on to you

yet you still slipped away

from my soft and gentle grasp

that i thought i might have had on your heart

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mylitlekitten · 10 days

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Blinding lights pierce the eyes from behind

Striking lines stretch from the round circumference

The lights grow closer,

The pain intensifying with each second until it passes

A glimpse in the mirror sends shooting pins into the brain

The brightness of the truck’s beaming headlights do nothing for the growing headache

LED lights do not twinkle the way the stars do

They do not dance and twirl in the sky with the moon

Darkness lurks beyond the horizon

Following a trail of slowly fading stardust

Never to be reached

Never to embrace that shadowy darkness that calls

Never to be held until the closing of tired, light-strained eyes

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xceridwenx · 10 months

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It makes me feel better that Charlotte Brontë also writes on a slant in an unlined book!

If one of the greatest writers does it, it’s fine that I do it!

#charlotte bronte #to be fair #she only starts to slant on the second page #STILL #art #dark academia #bookblr #painting #paintings #poetry #19th century #dark acedemia #light academia #19th century art #bronte sisters

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bookerplays · 1 year

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Dreamcatcher and Artemis Poetry

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#Artemis Poetry #Caro Reeves #Claire Booker #contemporary art #David Finnigan #Dreamcatcher #Hannah Stone #Lyn Moir #new poems #photography #Poetry #Second Light Poetry #short fiction #Stairwell Books #women&039;s writing

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fairydrowning · 2 years

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– Edith Sitwell

[TEXT ID: "Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home." END ID]

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bookromancy · 1 year

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Thinking and sinking and mindlessly drinking.

Drowning in empty cups

Loosing my mind when pointless conversations become our only ones.

-Morning afters, Andy Hearth

My first poetry-collection-book will be available on Amazon February 1st. If you love lesbian poetry and want to support a new author, follow me on tumblr for updates. I am extremely excited to finally publish my work. I started writing it when I was 15 and by the time I was 18 the book was done. It is a big part of my life. I hope that you will love it just as much as I do.

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ink--scratch · 2 years

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what i would give to wake up to good morning texts. bedhead snaps. DMs with our nicknames, the ones for each other. sleepy voice recordings. recaps of all of the dreams my lover had over the night. well wishes for the day to come. my lover will know how to make my heart race, and there's nothing i can do to stop it but wait until good mornings are said by arms around my waist and kisses to my temple. we'll lay softly, gazing into each other's eyes just as the poets have written time and time again. sunrise pales in comparison to you.

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chaoticacademicdemon · 1 year

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Series Agogé, personal proyect

Chapter 1.2: “Aike”

On my way to the Agogé

I can assume that it is one to measure our intellectual capacity, another for Evepyoc and the one we just did for physical fitness. Although it doesn't make much sense for it to be like that, since releasing a record doesn't measure almost nothing, I suppose the director will have something in mind, after all she's obsessed with making it fair for everyone.

We go to where the group was attacked by my record that is leaving when we arrived. Here the ground is no longer grass, but well-kept stones with very beautiful shapes. And then I look at my next big enemy, an Evepyoc meter. I knew there must be one here but I didn't want to believe it, now I know I'm definitely lost. Focused on my own disaster, I feel the small current of air that forms a gray owl flying over our group. Obviously they had to spy somehow.

The guy next to me accidentally nudges me, apologizes, and starts biting his nails. His English level was not the best judging from his response. This blond boy is going to end up making me even more nervous if he continues like this. I look at him to get his attention and when he turns around I give him the mythical thumbs up to encourage him. He looks like he's calmed down a bit, better.

The instructor calls me up front and I do what I've already done thousands of times. Although I first ask what the limit is, to which he answers 700 E. Please get me out of here now, now I'm going to break a measuring instrument, how can my day get so bad? But like a Band-Aid, I'll rip it off quick.I place my hand on the orb and it begins to levitate, heat up, change color multiple times until it reaches the height of my shoulders and glows with a blinding white light. After less than 5 seconds, to my luck, it breaks up into thousands of little crystals, still with small unsynchronized waves of that white light.

And with that I'm off, that's it, I run to my spot at the end of my group. We are like 24 people more or less, they are not exactly few but it does not give me as much anxiety as before. The second round of disbelief doesn't affect me as much anymore, so I just stare at the ground until we're led to the next test. I got a 100 as expected and the blond boy a 78, he didn't have much to worry about, although it's normal to get nervous.

In this test we enter a room, surely the main classroom. There's another group doing the test so we sit on the opposite wall. Evelynn sits on my right side, while on my left is a guy who gave me a bad feeling. The tables are high, comfortable and the seats lightly padded, it must be great to teach here. The blackboard is huge too, and our monitor looks like chalk with the difference in size and its white uniform. While the exams are being delivered to us, I realize that the other monitor is not there.

I thank you for the exam and the pens that you are distributing and I write my name in the corresponding section. I see "name" and I write it in full, without realizing that it says "surname" below, a good way to start the exam, and without a tipex on top.Then out of the corner of my eye I watch our monitor walk away and walk out the door. I have no idea what they want us to do, although I can assume they will see that people are honest and don't copy each other.

The exam was relatively simple, a question with several sections of arithmetic, a commentary on a guided historical text, counting the main ideas of a given poetry and to which style it belongs and an exercise made up of 3 questions on general knowledge, I call them that way because they do not I know very well in what matter to classify them. The questions were "Which macronutrient consumes the greatest number of calories when digested?", "In what year did Christopher Columbus discover America?" and “Who is the God of Greek agriculture?”. I answered all the exercises, even the last trick question. The Goddess of agriculture is Demeter, but she has been named masculine to confuse.

Looking at my exam, I realize that if I really do everything right on the exam, I will have a perfect score on the tests. I review the exam and look specifically at one question, the date of the discovery of America. I change it to the year 1492, I'm pretty sure it's in the year 1469 although I'm terrible at dates. The one on my left looks at my test and, confused, he hands me his test that he says 1942 on. Dude, I think you've got the date off by a few hundred years.

I look at the date, look at my exam again, and leave it as it is. I give him a thumbs up but when he points to my exam and his for me to copy I turn my head telling him no. In an hour and a half we finished the exam. The monitor from the other group comes in to get them out and tells us that we still have 20 minutes left. Bored, I put my head in my hands and start to close my eyes when Evelynn lightly touches my shoulder with hers with a wide smile. If what she's trying to do is cheer me up, she's more than succeeded. We play tic tac toe at the table and wait until our monitor comes back and takes us to the square again.

I just realized what an idiot I've been, if they leave us in a room this big without supervision, it was certain that they were watching us on a camera. It didn't even occur to me to look at the ceiling to know where they were. I hope we don't get penalized for scratching the tables or playing on the exam.

Then the results pop up on my phone that had been blocked all this time, and my legs feel weak. 600/300. Impossible.

I click on the "elaborate in the results" tab and see all the perfect tests and next to it a 100 bonus on each one for completing the "secret task". You must be kidding me. Then the director sends the classification list and I appear first. I'm ahead of a guy with an exact 300 points, well now that I look at it it's three people with perfect scores. They're going to think I'm a genius or something. I am class α, and I have the 600 points that I just earned.My heart is going to break from how fast it beats. And then people start talking and I hear my name being called over and over again accompanied by my nickname, “the contractor”. I don't want to be here, I don't want this attention.

On top of that, my sister, whom I don't even know, she's here too. Nice family reunion. Oh no, I look at the list again and she is the third person with 300 points. Why does this happen to me? Running, I follow the instructions of the monitors that indicate that we take our luggage and go to the area of residences. My sister is going to be in my class, my mother's second daughter, the one who made her leave my father with me and run away with his lover. Anyway, my family history is very convoluted. This day was going to come whether he wanted it or not. Now what matters is finding a good room with a common kitchen and gym and calming down with hot tea and a good movie.

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(Ty so much for reading. Any suggestions or corrections are wellcome, english is my second language)

#young writer #teen writer #writers on tumblr #original writing #ocs #original story #fantasy #light academia #greek mythology #greek mitology #school #magic #howarts #poetry #young artist #comedy #second part #pls read #pls pls pls

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