#napowrimo day 10

[amalgamationink]

#prompt: i'm ngl to y'all i got behind and several of the most recent prompts have not really spoken to me. #so i pulled this from the archives of stuff i wrote ages back but never published. forgive me. #love poem #poetry #napowrimo #napowrimo 2023 #jdonica #jdronica #heathers #poem #spilled ink #damien.txt #napowrimo day 10 #image description in alt

[theglycoprotein]

WHAT THE BODY KNOWS

She revels in the glow of the single star

that shines through the back door at 1am.

She thinks it's Jupiter, or Zeus - they're one in the same

after all. She cannot be bothered to reach for her phone

to check her star chart app, so she presumes she is correct.

The star, or planet, or God - whichever it is -

winks at her, blows kisses, makes her think for a second

that she has a chance with heaven (she doesn't;

heaven is far too far away, and besides,

that is a touch that would not make her feel the way

his does - this, she is sure, is true.)

In the grey dawn, she stretches, a spring uncoiling

only to snap straight back into its rigid place -

cog in machine eight hours a day, loose canon

when everyone is watching because that is her state of existing,

loved both because and despite;

she is a fighter. Scars scatter her body, her hands,

like stories and tales that go unread -

she tells them, she does,

but only when she thinks there's no one listening.

Her pounds of flesh more like stones

that go uncarved; she does not cut the silhouette

of an angel or an hourglass,

and logically she knows she has no time

to be weighed down by the technicalities of beauty,

but she is. More often than she would care to admit.

She knows people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw rocks

but no one ever said anything about breaking bottles on stone.

And yet, despite, she knows love.

She does.

She knows it like blood knows the peaks and valleys

of her veins and arteries.

She knows it

like her ability to carry an entire world above her shoulders

and have nothing in her crack except a smile.

She knows love when it is written in his hand.

She is learning how to recognise it when it is written in her own.

#poetry #spilled ink #writerscreed #alt lit #poeticstories #napowrimo #napowrimo 2024 #day 10 #twc #twcpoetry

[kaftan]

hands on the hearthstone

warmth prickles through

skate slow, light over light

tracing a tunnel through it: time and distance and the kiss in between

like water spilling from a tipped glass

#napowrimo #day 10

[beautifleye]

Dame Curtsey says

What are your intentions today To oblige and obey Rooted in traditional notions of courting Oh I’m so sorry you were just flirting Presenting myself No intentions of greeting Laying my head down at night in peace No longer revisiting my heart that you tore apart piece by piece In your station as court jester Shunned like Hester Womanhood erased Eye contact obsolete when…

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[writinginnorthnorfolk]

Sailing Home (a sea shanty)

By day, we chart our voyage by the sun, in oceans where the sea’s ice blue, by night we track the pole star’s run – while I’ve been thinking of you. A fair wind for a fair maid, my song flies on the breeze; one day soon, I’ll be back with you, back from foreign seas. We’ve hoisted the mainsail many a time to swerve gnarly, granite rocks; dodged basking whales, drank salty brine and even darned…

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[dobaara]

Our hands at each beginning by S.R.

napowrimo day 10 using @mercuriian 's prompts (x): ‘(with your hands)’ ((pictures from mississippi masala (1991)))

#I LOVE THIS SM YOU HAVE NO IDEA #my writing #napowrimo #napowrimo 2023 #poetscommunity #writerscommunity #poetry #prose #words #poems on tumblr #poets on tumblr #poetblr #litblr #writeblr #spilled poem #spilled ink #spilled words #spilled thoughts

[mardytoast]

🍄🪐📚

🍄headcanon for one of your favourite ships/pairings🍄

clyde and craiggg

craig introduced clyde to fnaf when they were like 10 to scare him bc clydes scared of everything but he actually ended up eating it up. they play it together and the next day clyde knows ALL the lore and craigs the one getting freaked out. he'll play all the games, scream, but then be like 'that was awesome' while Craig pretends hes not horrified out of his mind bc he cant accept that clyde is somehow less of a pussy than him. this obsession never fades.

man like clyde, scared of gingers, dressed up as hyper realistic springtrap for halloween when he was 13

🪐name three good things going on in your life right now🪐

very grateful to be in a position to answer this!!

1. i joined a discord server of poets for napowrimo (poetry month)

im finally able to share my work with people with experience, who care, appreciate and are able to give me really good feedback

it's only been a few days but i kinda love them🤭 also im being spoilt with soulful poetry

2. im getting better at guitar!! ive been learning for 3 months now but i haven't been practicing much so progress is slow. IN SAYING THAT THOUGH, i can see a crazy amount of improvement. callouses are pretty non existent but ive memorised a few chords and currently im trying to master pompeii by bastile

i am delighteddd to no ends bc it means i can start putting music to my songs!! alr done it with one!!

3. gonna split this between two small things. a.) summer is upon us, so im very excited. b.) i think ill be able to reconcile with one of my friends i fell out with for a stupid reason. im going to try talk to her and im feeling confident!!

📚what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?📚

the last thing i wrote was a song called 'if eurydice could see me now' and it's from a napowrimo prompt. i shared it with the server and they liked it :)

it's very inspired by tear you apart by she wants revenge

it's based on greek mythology, you can look up eurydice to read abt it <33

here's a little exert:

oh muse i can't face you now

i would die, to bring you back

i play my lyre and don't believe the man

im not a fool, im just overwhelmed

blood pooling in the imprint you left

but i leave, there'll be no poets

i arise to the heart's music

i gave up, now i just make it

#thank you for the ask <3 #asks #ask game #south park #clyde donovan #craig tucker #song writing #guitar

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

The Man (Who Might Be Evil)

The man is here again.

He’s been here for days

pacing from room to room

muttering about

the Institute

and tape recorders

and statements.

(whatever those things are)

Sometimes he cries.

Sometimes he stares at the walls.

Sometimes he talks into a thing that

clicks and whirrs.

I like the man.

He gives good scratches.

My human is worried about him.

I can smell it on her.

She yells sometimes

but she doesn’t smell angry.

She smells…

protective.

Jon.

You have to stop.

All these statements

that tape recorder.

You’re serving an—

an evil diety of watching!

Every time you click that thing

you’re giving it what it wants.

And look what it’s done to you!

You’re hiding out

with your ex-girlfriend.

The man looks sad.

Do you want me

to go?

I make a sad sound.

I don’t want the man to go.

He gives good scratches

and he never rubs my belly.

(I do not like that…

but sometimes it’s fun

to nip at the hand that tries)

My human makes a sad sound too.

No Jon.

I don’t want you to go.

Just put that thing away.

I rub against my human’s leg

and purr.

I don’t care that the man serves

an evil something-or-other.

I like him anyway.

NaPoWriMo day 10 - the admiral, “he might be serving an evil deity of Watching, but he gives good scratches, so who cares?” for @rauchendesgnu

#lirael writes #napowrimo 2024 #the magnus archives #the admiral #cat pov #season 3

[caponstandbi]

NaPoWriMo #10

Am I the only person who learned about entropy at age thirteen

And became terrified to live?

The universe tears itself apart a little more each day, I’d whisper to the window

Every second I live is a breaking

Every planet is in a slow decline

Every galaxy ever formed runs ceaseless from its neighbors

And anything I ever make will start its collapse the second my hands leave it

That day I am thirteen

The age when you can find doom in anything

So I imagine myself

This lonely child stuck on a tiny planet in an isolated solar system on the edge of a solitary galaxy

In a universe that inches closer to some kind of end with each passing breath

And I feel fear, not awe

When you’re a child there is no distinction between astronomical time and yours

It is all immediate

Always too long and too short

Any end is frightening, no matter how distant

I don’t know yet how to stare the heat death of the universe in its great big eye

To face down the day when the earth is engulfed by a swollen red sun and say

I lived

It mattered, that I lived

That I hated getting out of bed and broke my finger once and loved my dog

All of it

Every song I ever sang

And each footprint I ever left, even faded

Was my ripple in the cosmos

And when my time runs out

When my bones turn to dust and my world turns to fire inside a dying star

It will become something new

#napowrimo #poetry

[amalgamationink]

three quick tugs on the belay line, the prickle of a sleeping creature come alive. an unbroken yolk and the knife to pierce it with: a warning that the fires are still to follow. the body on your shoulders slumps to the floor. from your knees at the altar, sing your song: thank you, thank you, thank you. promise that you will not forget. and mean it.

#prompt: pick 5 - 10 words and write questions based off of them. answer those questions. make a poem from the answers only. #napowrimo #napowrimo 2023 #poetry #spilled ink #napowrimo day 2 #damien.txt

[rustbeltjessie]

Rust Belt Jessie’s NaPoWriMo 2023 Prompts: #1

New Seasons

I recently read an article about how the seasons are shifting due to climate change. Some seasons last longer, others are now shorter; therefore they don’t start or end when we expect them to, based on the calendar and the solstices and equinoxes. I’ve noticed this for years, and having it confirmed is both reassuring (I’m not imagining it!) and disturbing (for obvious reasons). That’s one way you could approach this prompt: what are the new, longer summers like? The winters that start later and are more erratic, but still last too far into the spring months? Get as dark and apocalyptic as you like. (Think of fire season on the west coast of the U.S. This shouldn’t exist, and is every bit as terrifying as it sounds.) Or sad, nostalgic—what do you miss about the way the seasons used to be? Or get weird and surrealistic—after all, living through these times is often weird and surreal. (I mean, it’s bizarre when it’s April and one day there’s a blizzard and the next day it’s 80 degrees Fahrenheit.) Or get hopeful, even utopic—what beautiful possibilities could arise from these new/changed seasons? Or, of course, you could combine any or all of those moods and modes.

Another way you can approach this prompt, which has less to do with climate change, is to think about micro-seasons, which exist in between—or within—other seasons; or, what seasons are like in a micro-climate as opposed to the larger climates which surround it.

Here in the Upper Midwest, where I’ve spent 43.90243902439025% of my life (I did the math), we’ve long had a micro-season people call “fool’s spring.” It’s that time in late February/early March, when it gets into the upper 40s or low 50s (I know that doesn’t sound that warm, but when you’ve spent months at freezing or below, it’s fucking warm, okay?), and we all go crazy and wear light jackets instead of down parkas and we sit out on our porches drinkin’ beers and we’re like heck yah, it’s spring! And we know it won’t last, but we always hope it will, and sure enough, our springdreams are blasted away by another blizzard and then a plummet into the teens.

Or maybe you live in a micro-climate. When I lived in the Bay Area, I remember summer being so weird in Frisco. (I know San Franciscans hate when people call it that. I’m taking a bit of poetic license and doing it anyway.) I lived in Oakland, and it would be hella hot and dry there, and then I’d take BART over into the West Bay—and it would be cold and damp as shit in Frisco. There’s actually a similar phenomenon where I live now; the tourism slogan for Racine used to be cooler on the lake. In the spring and summer, it can be anywhere from 5-20 degrees warmer inland than it is near Lake Michigan.

Or take Kurt Vonnegut’s assertion that in the northern parts of the United States, there are six seasons rather than four: Winter, Unlocking, Spring, Summer, Fall, and Locking.

Or, you know, in the immortal words of Homer Simpson: “Lousy Smarch weather.”

Whichever approach(es) you choose for this prompt, consider naming your new season(s), a la “Unlocking” or “Smarch” (but with your own twist, and in your own words, of course.)

Recommended reading:

Seasonality and Climate Change (via the EPA—or just web search “shifting seasons climate change;” there are a lot of results)

My therapist called it “climate despair” (by KB Brookins)

10 Poems About Climate Change to Read Right Now

Seasonal Poems

#napowrimo #glopowrimo #napowrimo 2023 #writing prompts #poetry #climate change #seasons #rust belt jessie #jessie lynn mcmains #i um…may have gone a little crazy this year #and put together an ebook of prompts/exercises for the month #the whole thing will be available (for free!) april 3 #but it’s not quite finished #and since i’m a couple days late #i wanted to get the first two prompts up now #also: #the words above the read more are the broad/general prompt #below the cut is my extended thoughts/ideas/recommended reading

[guns-wanderingsoul]

Source: Found Poetry from Page 10 of The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson.

#thepoeming#shirleyjackson#hauntingofhillhousepoems#found poetry#30 poems in 30 days#napowrimo

[angededesespoir]

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and  share anyway.

(Thanks for the tag, @crimsonrainseekingflower ! 💚)

[Since one of the most recent ones I posted on AO3 is an oldfic I forgot to transfer there sooner, I’m gonna share 11 instead of 10. Also, be mindful of the tags on the fics. if you go to read them!]

1. Marie put away her weapons and strode towards the pantry, blood-stained hands reaching for the jar of chocolates she kept hidden in the back. (Melting Dream- Gangsta. Cursed (Marie & Abel) ficlet)

2. This is how it ends-

a friend’s hands reaching out,

the blade digging into throat;

sharper pain radiates from eye,

sharpest from the heart. (This is how it starts- Naruto (Danzo & Kagami) Poem)

3. Hashirama comes through the window, feet barely making sound, yet the home is so empty, the drop seems to echo. (NaPoWriMo- Day 1: Venomous Love- Naruto (Hashimada & Izuna) Prose Poetry)

4. He shouldn't be here. (Set Fire to These Petals- Naruto (Izutobi) ficlet)

5. The bed dips as Kagami crawls in. (Goodnight Kiss- Naruto (Kagatobi) ficlet)

6. Mikoto knocks on the door and waits patiently for Kushina to answer. (What we can knot say- Naruto (Mikokushi/Minakushi) ficlet)

7. Kagami watches as Tobirama returns, dividing his teammates into pairs before passing them their keys with instructions to their rooms. (Care- Naruto (Kagatobi) ficlet)

8. When Tobirama regains consciousness, he is met with the presence of his distraught subordinate. (Awakening- Naruto (Kagatobi) ficlet)

9. He had acted on impulse, again- a growing stain to his once untarnished record. (Cut- Naruto (Sakumo & Kakashi) ficlet)

10. You shoot up in bed, panting heavily. (Blood Stains- Naruto (Danzo & Kagami) ficlet)

11. I feel the stirring of my surroundings as the young man approaches. (The Allure- Naruto (Kagatobi) ficlet)

I tag: @archangelsammy , @quietwingsinthesky , @pierrotguru , @agirlamonggeraniums , @zylafone ,

@evilpenguinrika , @jacarandabanyan , @mikmik121 , @synesindri , & @hashiramashonkers (and whoever else may want to do it!). (As always, you don’t have to do this! 💚)

#me #sorry there’s not more variety in fandoms. ya caught me in my naruto era lmao #my writing #crimsonrainseekingflower #naruto #gangsta #gangsta: cursed #blood mention #murder #death #kagatobi #Hashimada #mikokushi #minakushi #kagami #tobirama #danzo #Sakumo #kakashi #Mikoto #kushina #Izutobi #tobiizu #izuna #Madara #hashirama #poetry #Marie #maverick #Abel

[peaamlipoetrydoctor]

Day One /// NaPoWri----NO

Having another go at revisiting the prompts from April 2022's National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo).

Day One was a prompt to write a poem about the body but/and it was also a prompt to structure a poem with reference to the structure of a previously existing piece.

I didn't really understand it in that way at the time, but have just written a similar exercise for my class with Poetry School London where we broke down the elements in a particular poem and used the same elements as a starting-point scaffold for a new piece of our own on entirely different theme.

So, this was the prompt as given -

>>> FROM a workshop Maureen Thorson took with Beatrix Gates in 2021 and >>> BASED on the prose poem "A Story About The Body" by Robert Hass with the following elements >>> theme should be a story about the body >>> should involve an encounter between two people >>> at least one line of dialogue >>> at least one crisp image.

Originally I thought that maybe I'd just edit the poem I wrote on this day first time round, but as it turns out nearly 1/3rd of those poems, including the Day One poem, are "on topic" to be early draft material for what be evolving/coalescing into my next poetry pamphlet. (The list of poems in this group are listed in blue at the end. of this post...)

So - new poem then... HERE GOES... /// [TO BE CONTINUED...]

This list originally appeared in and is copied from a post on 5th May:

01 April - Fog Gets to Know Her New Body

03 April - Glosa, after (and not entirely in agreement with Elizabeth Barrett Browning) - a negotiation about "non-heroic” kinds of love

06 April - Things Fall Apart (from Yeats, The Second Coming)

08 April - Papparazzi - the theme of different lives / different choices

10 April - Lost Love Poem II - the II in the title here is because I wrote Lost Love Poem I for the Mid-Life sequence in question…

13 April - Temerity - on why I insist on hoping-beyond-hope

16 April - Persistence - effectively the same poem, different form?

21 April - To Dream or To Scream? - a poem about my ex-husband (the dream/scream of the [TERRIBLE] title refer to paintings BTW)

27 April - String Theory - different lives again

and the “bonus” poem, Reminiscing with Alice - nostalgia.

#poetry #poetic #prose poem #writing prompt #napowrimo

[pattytacuri]

Napowrimo Day 10...writing this poem was easy and hard. Easy because this prompt inspired this moment I had been trying to process for a while. It was hard because going back to that moment when I saw how this person changed their perception and view of me was emotionally taxing. I don't blame or have any hate towards that person because I'm not in their shoes and can't assume what was going in their mind I'm just acknowledging my hurt at the time.

#real life #poetry #feelings #life #borderline personality disorder #napowrimo

[astoryscribbler]

NaPoWriMo - Day 10

Regret

'You made your decisions.'

That was what you said

With steel eyes and icy breath

Cold fury freezing your heart

While returning the last of mine

Still bathed in your cologne

Filled with gravedirt and dust 

'And I made mine.'

Let me take it back. Please.

I would give anything

For time to unravel beneath our feet

Rewind to relive the first time we'll meet

Undo battles staged in black and white

For a second chance at our final night 

Our love so bright, it had barely begun

Let me take your hand and ask you to run

'Now we die by them.'

No. That won't be allowed

This dusty dying heart 

Shatters at the thought

Of a world without you in it

My world already lost your light

But your star can't be snuffed out

Not yet, not today, not ever

Evil yearns and good prevails

But there is nothing good about this fate

Of a life alone. A world without you.

You will keep your resolve I know

Your will is titanium, dear heart

But I will deny you this fate

Even as it guarantees mine.

But you will survive this

For only one of us needs to die.

#napowrimo #poetry #poets on tumblr #free verse #new poem #poem #poetry month #lovers to enemies