#escapril day 13

[bonnie-bonnie]

Day 13 prompt: palmful

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[angelus-a13]

blush

tell me why, you glow so watching me in the early evening we share this love story headphones on, lying on the floor your light falling across my skin clasping onto me, our lovers embrace pink fading into night the record runs, ends tell me why you must leave stay, i beg, stay I’ll await your call and let the stars take me to bed instead

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[clinksandgroans]

purr

There’s a little motor under the blankets.

Its so loud,

you would think the whole bed

would start driving away.

#escapril 2024 #day 13

[barelyevenwriting]

Day 13 The City

You have always belonged here,

In the damp streets and the tang of copper

Stuck between your teeth.

    This is not where you were born,

And yet it calls for you,

Watches over you,

Gutter deep and honest.

    You were never meant for the kindness of naivete.

    You don't think.

    This is where you belong,

Where you sow your steps and tread bones.

    This city remembers seeing you grow,

Watch and learn, move the pieces out.

    It's seen you grow old and sweeter,

To pale and slow down.

    It saw you, shaken limbs made of sawdust,

As you traded away reasons to let yourself be free.

    He didn't love you,

Probably never knew how.

    But you could not remember,

See past the pretty crystal eyes.

    This way befalls danger,

This is not how you keep dreams alive.

    But darling you never listen,

You'd rather pluck your heart clean out

Than to admit you were flawed once before,

That you fell deeper than should be allowed.

    The city remembers the nights that turned to days,

And the alcohol in your veins.

    It treats you gentler now, than it did before.

    Because it can see the pieces where the bones

Don't quite fit,

Where skin stretches over frail limbs,

And where lungs and eyes can't fully live.

    The city knows you,

Better than you know yourself.

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[wordedarchive]

escapril day 13: purr

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[circadeacademia]

Prompt: Purr (Escapril Day 13)

when i was 5, i wanted to be an astronaut

i thought i could do anything once i touch the sky.

when i was 10, i thought of being a doctor

i felt that'd be nice for my family's pride.

when i was 15, i said screw it, i'll be a musician

i’ll be famous if i can do it right!

when i was 20, i was nothing but a poet

scribbling my heart out with an empty hand

now at 25, still a poet, my hands are still bare

but nowadays i call myself a long-term wannabe cat.

a cat is all I ever needed to be —

could've ruled the world with a wave of my paws

pride? that would've come in default

and i could've been web's most famous feline!

the world is a cat playing with it's ball

i’ll call it karma when it purrs.

sometimes i think my poems are like cats

driven by mood, ignorant when desired

at times, my poems hiss & growl

clenching apex thoughts in their tiny body —

sometimes they snuggle, rub and cuddle

brushing against my head and hand.

when i was 5 or 10 or 15, as i was 20 and 25,

i wish i could see the world in a dozen pounds

how the leaves fall and how the night sounds

the world is a cat's wonder and we just be living in it.

i don't want medic, no space, no music

i just want soft fur and a tail and whiskers

i wanna be small and i wanna be sharp

i don't wanna do human, i’m a wannabe cat.

— circadeacademia

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[wheatfieldspoet]

why you no longer have access to me

the moment you called me catlike, i realized you didn’t know me at all. did i play myself too open to interpretation, too malleable to what you wanted me to be? my heart was stalled before we met, frozen, but even a small flame could cause melting; fanned for so long, i was fooled by the fumes.

i wish i chose to bite instead of hiss, wish i barked when you offended instead of purring at your bare minimums. i wish i was angrier at you, instead of sorry for myself, for teaching me how some words may seem so similar but couldn’t be more different: like liking and wanting, holding and touching.

i remember your awe— how you looked at me, pleased with yourself, with me under you— i’ll match you with my wonder, questioning how i ever let you have that much power over me. i’d say i’ll never let you know me again, but you never did. stray kitty? please. i’m untamed, but inside me are wolves that can’t be put down.

next time, i’ll let them out. next time, i’ll bite.

— Jade A.

escapril day 13: purr

@skylerwitherspoon day 13: What's the difference between wonder and awe?

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[moonstruck-writing]

your arms embrace me as I relax and release the worries from my heart

they say the fragrance of a partner creates a reaction in the body caresses and terms of endearment transport me into a different realm one where it would not surprise me to                         purr

written for Escapril day 13 — purr A/N: played with alliteration today

@moonstruck-writing Do NOT repost or use my writing in any way Reblogging is okay

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[salmonberrypj]

Escapril Day 13 - Purr

-PJ

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[totaldarksublime]

escapril 2024 day 13: purr

you, purring beneath me

like you know i need to feel your pleasure in my

bones, i am unconvinced that this won't

fix me, this time it has to fix me. today

i don't need anything but the flash of your teeth

as you smile, or yell, or whatever it is you're doing

up there. tell me you never want this to end, but

it has to end, eventually, with a bang

(and a whimper).

maybe this will be the time that fixes me.

- JD

#escapril #my poems #sorry for the cringe sex poem that's just where my head was at that day

[oceansabove]

escapril day 13: purr

catch me claws out mid-free-fall, catch me curling in towards your touch, catch me for only a second, long enough to bask in a single ray of sunshine, long enough for you to warm my hands with your smile, long enough that through the rest of the fall i miss the soft gaze of your eyes, that my skin prickles forever without your caress, that years later i still feel my heart crack open when i hear your name. ‘cause i’d rather have that than ear-ringing silence. ‘cause it’s no fun if i don’t get hurt.

#oceansabove escapril 2024 #escapril #escapril 2024 #original poetry

[alixx-black]

Night & Day Poetry Collection: Day 16

#Poetry #Collection - combining #Escapril poems with my #MentalHealthAwarness Poetry Initiative poems to tell my #burnout story.

MHAPI Prompt 13 / Night & Day Poetry Collection – Day 16 Day 16: compromise One boss, I confide in them that I’m worried about losing my job, that I’m afraid that if I am never able to drive again at the end of all this, that one day I’ll come in and be told I cannot continue in my role. One boss, I think is the epitome of a strong-willed businessperson, who is always supporting staff with…

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[poems-or-whatever]

escapril day, 13: blush

the rush of blood colors her lush flesh, with a brush of hands or the crush of heartbreak or the gush of what ifs until the hush that settles into the flush that spreads like a blush that flickers and burns.

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[bluestthingsonearth]

escapril 13

“life after the afterlife”

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[angelus-a13]

after the afterlife

the beetles crawl under the log, moss covered and beginning to rot: I lay beside them all waiting and watching the leaves fall down down down to the floor, to be gathered away: for nests, for compost heaps to bring new life the forest takes care of its own and it will take care of me between the rabbit warrens where I make my home hear the foxes call, and the crows cry out too late in their mourning the noisiest silence you could ever hope to find where all has passed but nothing can ever truly die

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[vesface]

about cities

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