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#escapril 2021
barelyevenwriting · 9 months
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Day 5 Here’s What I Remember
Here’s what I remember
After all the things you left me:
    Memories branded into softened clay.
    There is a certain cadence to silence,
Timing steps with exhales
And curling arms into elbows
And too gentle ribs.
    There is an art to the madness,
Words bursting through windows and walls,
Hands that grip too tight,
Leaving marks for too long.
    Your steps are always leaving,
Dragging sadness and nausea away
Back out into halls that I swore
I would never again visit.
    There is a pattern to the lonely,
To the pulling of strings and hairs
And pushing down in imagined misbehavior.
    These are lessons I know,
Step forward then backward,
Always to the side,
Be heard but not listened to.
    There is a madness to words
Flowing in and out of conversation,
Lessons taught in concrete silences.
    There is more of the lesser parts of me,
That I wish I’d never learnt to understand,
To recognize among the chaos.
    You always leaving
And me coming back into silences.
    There was a beauty to pain,
That never lasted beyond the first lesson
Before it dragged us back into the light
Where glass and nails made forgiveness
Their only weapon.
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Escapril 2022
hey! i'm doing Escapril again this year. i had a lot of fun last year and wanted to do it again. i can't wait to read what other people do too! i hope y'all enjoy what i post too! good luck and have fun!
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lena-oleanderson · 23 days
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Dream Logic (originally posted under the title I do, of course, but you wouldn't have asked me to) originally written for the prompt "here's what i remember" of escapril 2021
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toothmeetingtooth · 3 months
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athenaeum
athenaeum is the result of a high school creative writing class. it mostly came together over march - may of 2022, by using escapril prompts and assignments.
it's centered around my coming-to-terms with my stance on catholicism and how the church treats/has treated me. on my relationship with god. it also gave me the space to come into my writing style.
when read through in its entirety, it's meant to mimic a museum walkthrough. i had divided the "painting" poems with the "exhibit" ones for this purpose. of course, being overwhelmed by sharing my work with others, and a vulnerable piece at that, made me neglect to mention that to literally everyone.
(its a museum walkthrough folks. that's why not every poem is religion based)
it opens with "sacraments", which is probably my second favourite of the entire chapbook, and what gave me the idea for the overall theme. the first draft was written fairly quickly after receiving an assignment with the question along the lines of, "what is something you needed answers for as a child? did you receive that answer?"
it closes with "To The Curator", and is actually the first poem that i had written in this collection, chronologically. it was written in december 2021, after a long stint of writers block, and existed in my notes app in its original 3 am version for quite a while. it was unearthed for one of our first assignments for this class, and the feedback that i received made me believe (for one of the first times) that i could be good at this. i'll say more about it when it's posted ♡
if u read this far, 1) why, and 2) thank you
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encrucijada · 6 months
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WTW GHOST GALA - DAY 9: Candy Corn
tell us how you chose the title of your wip
when putting my yearly escapril prompts into collections i picked a line from the first entry to turn into titles. my 2020 collection was titled underside of my tongue (from a poem about eos and hemera) and my 2021 collection was titled what the sun tastes like (from a poem about icarus). the first entry of my 2022 collection was about a concept that, ironically, came to me in a dream. it involved young adults with powers of oneiric creation filming themselves pulling things out of their dreams. the line i chose was originally "if you keep staring i'll never fall asleep" in full, and so we got keep staring and i'll never fall asleep.
when i decided to adapt my pjo ocs into an original ip i had to find a replacement for demigods, having been unable to make something out of that idea of oneiric creators i began worldbuilding around the concept of dreamers. i don't consider a wip official until it's titled and keep staring and i'll never fall asleep was just... perfect. i picked a different line from that first escapril 2022 entry to retitle the collection (until the dream dislodges) and the old title passed onto my new wip. it's an obvious title for a contemporary fantasy book revolving around oneiric creation (along with other dream-adjacent things). but i find it sort of poetic. i love that it feels menacing, almost like a warning. i love that it makes sleep seem almost dangerous. if i made the effort to keep analysing it i could say it relates to adam and piedad, the main conflict of the book, who haunt each other in dreams. i could say it's about the oneiroi (the physical manifestation of dreams) keeping watch over the dreamers.
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banashee · 1 year
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Banashee Fanfic Masterpost - TMA
List of all of my TMA fics - up to date as of february 2023
Standalone fics - please mind the individual tags and warnings!
Love On Velvet Paws  JonMartin Fluff, Scottish Safehouse and Somewhere else featuring cats
One Hundred Years (again again and again every single day) - Post-Canon Season 1 Polycule Fix it Time Travel AU where Martin goes back to the beginning 
5 Times Jon and Martin miss each other (+1 time they don’t have to) - H/C and developing relationship, friends to lovers
Not on an empty Stomach - Pre-Canon JonTim fluff
Maybe in another lifetime (or: 5 conversations that Jon and Tim never had +1 they do) - Angst and HC JonTim AU
Escapril 2022 - a collection of prompt inspired poetry and prose .
Biscuits, or: 5 Times Jon wishes for a cat (+1 time he doesn't have to) - Jon and Cats, also JMart 
Three times they mean “I love you” (+ 1 time they say it) - JonMartin HC and Fluff getting together
In from the cold - JMart scottish safehouse winter fluff
Hold on to this Night - JonTim Fake Dating AU
5 Kisses +1 interruption (no, not like that (get your mind out of the gutter)) - JonMartin fluff and HC
Whenever you’re ready - Yet another JonTim Fake Dating AU
Tales to be told - Statement fic
Supplemental - Jon is lost in the tunnels. Again.
Somewhere Else (or: 5 Times Jon and Martin almost meet again + 1 Time they finally do) - JMart Somewhere else Hurt/Comfort and Fix it
Late Night and early morning - JonTim HC and getting together
The Cursed Lego - a crackfic I wrote inspired by a funny conversation
The Great British Bakeoff - Scottish Safehouse Edition - JonMartin Safehouse fluff
5 Times Jon and Martin hug +1 time they kiss - JMart fluff and HC
Fic Sereis - please mind the individual tags and warnings!
Home is a person (or two) JonMarTim Polycule AU , HC and Fluff
Bad Things Happen Bingo TMA - oneshot collection of standalone Angst and heavy topic fics. 
Archival Pride 2021 - Our favourite queer Archival Staff being all cute and happy
Our House - Season 1 Polycule AU
So Why not save the world - JonTim AU (only 1 part online so far) 
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Mirror
In you I see a mirror, I see what I could've been and all the pieces of myself I lost to a raging sea
Eyes of glass, you show me the flicker of a dream I thought was my own 
I see the same urges in you, to come bounding and boundary-less 
Throwing yourself before the endless need of all 
You, standing before me, show me what I could become
Tethered only to myself and some lofty ideals 
On a quiet night in the middle of the city 
I watch your eyes stare out at lights just as I have done many times before
But when I move, you falter
When I reach out my hand 
I feel only the cold, your hand stays dormant
When I look again your eyes are turned away 
Have you stolen my likeness?
No, have you hidden yourself away?
Or transformed or shifted somehow?
Perhaps completed your illusion?
You look across while sun sets on the city 
and smile like you always did 
I see myself again in your awareness
Unchanged, you are still drawn to me, your effigy
[escapril #19, 2021] 
— sheshallconquer
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kakashibestie · 3 years
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FIVE STEP GUIDE AGAINST THE FEELING OF EMPTINESS (transcript under the cut)
The next time you find yourself wallowing in the misery of feeling nothing, try the following:
1. Don’t panic. This feeling, like all things, is transitory. Take comfort in the fact. 2. Close your eyes and take a hand to your chest. This isn’t a joke, I mean it,            go ahead. 3. Press the hand to the left,            do this gently. What do you feel?           I bet it’s a steady thump. I bet your heart is still beating. This is a good sign. 4. Repeat to yourself: I am empty,            except for my heart, which pumps regardless. I am empty,            except for the guts, and tissue and various liquids        that fill up            every nook and cranny of this body. I am empty,            except for the thoughts                    my brain holds dear and those that I dread. I am empty,            except for the moments when I allow myself laughter. I am empty, except for the tears.        That keep going like                                       some sort of boulder rolling down                                                                                 the steepest of hills.
5. Accept that, after all, you are nowhere near empty. If anything, you’re full. We’re all full, at all times. And being full means being human. We carry heavy things. Sometimes heavier than ourselves,            but being human is about feeling the crushing weight and walking in spite of it. Being human is about holding it all in your palms and deciding to give it meaning. Being human is about combating the illusion of emptiness in order to embrace the full, however heavy, however hard to carry it gets.
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xaiper-moony · 2 years
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Día 30: ¿Incluso ahora, después de todo?
(Xaiper's Version)
A veces quisiera borrar cada poema que hice para ti, sacarte por completo de mis escritos así como lo hice de mi vida, destruir cada recuerdo tuyo y olvidar. Pero no es lo correcto, fuiste (aunque efímera y dolorosamente) parte de mi vida, y eso nada lo podrá borrar; incluso las cicatrices y las memorias que dejaste se quedarán ahí, y nada de lo que haga va a eliminarlas de mi.
No puedo cambiar mi pasado, pero puedo crear un nuevo presente, nuevos escritos que me hagan sentir feliz y libre, puedo reinventar lo que me duele y transformarlo en una oportunidad para reflexionar y crecer. Puedo seguir adelante, ver un futuro brillante y creer en él, creer en mi mismo.
Y puedo seguir cambiando y aprendiendo, tropezando y cayendo y levantándome de nuevo, porque de eso trata la vida; no de ser perfecto como tú deseabas convertirme, si no ser yo mismo, con los múltiples defectos y errores de la vida cotidiana, ahogandome solamente en libertad y gritos de euforia.
E incluso ahora, después de todo, puedo creer en una versión de mi que jamás dejaste salir a la luz, puedo mostrarle al mundo que estoy aquí, resistiendo y viviendo y sanando poco a poco de las tinieblas que acecharon una vez mi corazón.
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stcinbecks · 3 years
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the myth of icarus — j.han
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barelyevenwriting · 9 months
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Day 10 I’m Worried About Her
The way she holds onto breathing
Like she can’t tell
That it won’t make a difference
In the end.
    It might be concerning,
To remember that most of what she
Knows comes from subtle corners
Too soft to be forgotten
    But candy floss recollections
Fade quickly under the cool rain.
They sink too deep
For rosy summer eves to really touch
    The scars they leave behind
Under tired excuses
Slowly pushed to the side,
Too wired and careful
To look at all she hides
Under endless laughter
And water chipped smiles.
    She tells me with soured pleasantries,
That everything will be fine
While her hands grip at the corners
Of everything
That might ever bring her peace.
    I’m worried about her.
    I don’t think she understands why.
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Escapril Day 27 - Ink
It sprawls out,
A black river guided by the nib of my pen.
Curls and curves,
Dots and swirls,
Coming together to form a perfect imperfection.
Irreversible spelling errors,
Disorganized paragraphs.
The ink is never to be undone,
Never the victim of an eraser.
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lena-oleanderson · 3 years
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she was buried, she was raised, the scriptures never mentioned it, or paradox, escapril #8
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shadowydoes · 3 years
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«day 20: stranger than fiction» I am going to stop apologising and just going with the flaw. I thought of this idea yesterday but I had a strike of inspirations regarding my thesis, so I prioritise that (!!). but anyways, this is a love poem for two of my favourite and comfort (male) characters of all time: hook from ouat and kylo from Star Wars. I have their funko pop in my desk to keep me company. I love them with my whole self. <3
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encrucijada · 3 years
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Aphrodite asks: what about Poseidon?
Hestia dusts her hands from the flour on her apron. Grabs the jar with cookies that are good and done, offering it to Aphrodite who grabs one with pink glace sugar and the shape of a heart. No, Hestia says with a smile but she is not apologetic for her response. She sets the timer of the oven. No, I have no interest in love or romance. Aphrodite stands from the table, messy with the bowls and ingredients, and she leaves in a huff.
Aphrodite asks: what about Hephaestus?
Athena looks at Aphrodite from over her book, a tome with no title on the cover, only engraved into the spine. One knee crossed over the other, a quiet dinner party going on around them, music reaching into the drawing room where they sit. Your own husband? Athena asks, then scoffs, doesn’t give Aphrodite a second glance. I have no interest in men, Athena says, I have no interest in love or romance. Aphrodite rolls her eyes, drinks from her flute of rosé, and stands up.
Aphrodite asks: what about Orion?
Artemis pulls out a knife from her boot and sharpens it with a rock, like wanting to intimidate. Sitting with Aphrodite on the steps of an office building. Aphrodite offers her a drink from the creamy coffee she ordered down the street but Artemis declines with a shake of her head. I like Orion is just my friend, Artemis says, I love him but I am not in love with him. I have no interest in love or romance. Aphrodite glares, mouth twisted into a scowl when Artemis’ response is only a smile.
mirror
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locker72 · 3 years
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A late addition to my napowrimo 2021.
Prompt 1. Ego
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