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awriternamedphoenix · 8 months
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Untitled poem idea (draft #1)
Crimson blood drips onto a white canvas
Art is born
For art is the blood we bleed
Bit by bit, drip by drip
Until the well has run dry
Until we have given all that we have
Until we are begging for a breath of air, suffocating slowly at the hands of a society forged by hatred and prejudice and loathing until we have been well and truly been crucified, brandished as a warning for those who dare to dream
Is this what it means to leave our mark on the world?
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ka1catwriting · 1 year
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I am on the brink of summer I can feel it in my chest,
it’s getting harder to ignore as my eyelashes no longer block out the sun,
it’s hot and thick.
Everyone I know longs for her arrival every year,
they wait in trepidation for her first touch,
her first hot breath,
her harsh kiss on our skin is welcomed,
I don’t understand it.
I have no doubt that she is beautiful but she instilled fear in me that only a second chance at childhood could erase. Insects in the warm grass, paddling pools, the sunset covered parks and bicycles of my youth.
“Did something bad happen?”
I don’t remember.
Memories are discarded like dead flowers,
I find them in the vast fields of my mind, sometimes I stop to try and identify them
Are they bluebells? A rose? A dandelion perhaps?
I don’t remember.
Memories fade but I still feel the quickening of my heart when I catch sight of familiar petals.
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romancefinance · 8 months
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Guys, you know you better watch out
I find the way Lauren sings that first belt in Doo Wop (That Thing) extremely endearing. Her refrain on "guys" feels so genuine. Like she honestly wants the listener to take care of themselves, stay out of harms way.
Here is my attempt at making myself feel better through writing. As opposed to letting this sit on a Word doc on my boyfriends' computer, I've decided to post it to the blog that I have been running for almost 10 years.
This blog means something to me, honestly I don't know what that something is. This was a vessel, for many years, for me to experiment as a teenager with different identities and toy with idea of living a life presumably much different to mine.
I am 23 years old. I live in a city different to the one I grew up in. I live with my boyfriend, and my queer housemates. I'm allowed to just be. Just be a boy in love with a boy in a town by the sea. There is no danger currently present.
The only danger I can see is lurking in my frontal lobe. Images of destruction, decay. Things being warped beyond repair. Things so beyond my control, but still I feel so responsible. I wish to escape these horrific, false predictions. i look around and only see sunshine. Hear the birds chirp. This should be pure bliss, this should be happiness. Instead I need a substance to appreciate it, I need medication to not be overwhelmed by it.
I don't hate being alive, I'm just bad at it. For the record, I have diagnosed OCD and GAD, yet with these disorders I still blame myself for my inability to be content. I see the horrific visions of the future and try to counteract them with visions of hope, but the brain works how it works. I can try my darndest to find the cause of my never ending depression, but I really feel the wires are mixed up, up there.
How can I be, so pleasantly and present, with such a weight to carry?
Guys, you know you better watch out. I know "that thing" means sex, but in this context let's pretend it's disillusionment.
Sash Lynch, 12/09/2023, NSW, AUS
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eawildewrites · 1 year
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The last workshop of the winter season for @flux_twc the theme today was “femme”, probably the one I was most looking forward to! As a trans masc person, who does have fluidity in gender expression, but feels like they need to go towards masc to be “seen” by others as masc… I appreciate the expiration of femininity. I don’t want to push it away or dismiss it, because I still enjoy it for myself. And I love the heck out of femmes 💚💗. It was great to explore this theme, to get some words written, and to hear what others had to say and express. 👏👏👏👏👏🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈📝📝📝📝📝📝 #writingworkshop #queerauthor #queerwriter #transauthor #transwriter #creativewriting #authorsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writergram✒️ #catsofinstagram #transmasc #femme https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpsb_gXrLVE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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queerjoyart · 1 year
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I tell you what, being in a relationship with an author is such a wonderfully mad thing. Like I've just finished reading the first draft of their newest novel, and that's so special?? Idk I'll never get over it💛
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daisyjwilde · 10 months
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Please stop talking.
Teenage boys are a bastard plague of mocking and ridicule. I am teaching the detriments of misogyny in literature, yet you have the audacity to listen only when a male is talking. A grown woman I might be, but I will become the burrowing weed that steals sun from the wilting ivy of respect that you lack.
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theimmersivewriter · 11 months
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Hi!
I’m a Creative Lit Uni student in Australia, and I thought I should start posting some of my stuff here! Some of these will be based on or from my assignments, so please don’t be a dick :)
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tol0user · 1 year
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strange
to be strange
is to be odd
the thoughts you have to rearrange
leave the path once trod
new thoughts you have to gage
thoughts within the pod
the pod widens with age
but you will still be odd
you will still be strange
to be strange 
is to be alien
and while you slowly derange
you book in at the local inn
they look for things you have to change
they look at you with fear
they look at you with eyes of rage
"you do not belong," they said
"for the world is quiet here"
to be strange
is to be peculiar
and while you have to exchange
what you want of your future
you must keep in mind
that you are your ruler
of your own time
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spencergardor · 2 years
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Excerpt from  “Ignorance”
Silenced if you stand Only knowing war Together hand in hand While those who sit simply ignore
© Nyren Joseph Gutierrez
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corinneecrivaine · 13 days
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SHANIA ANGE DE JUSTICE - Chapitre 15 - Eclats de Feu et Liens Indissolubles (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1438290718-shania-ange-de-justice-chapitre-15-eclats-de-feu?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=CorinneEcrivain Le jour de son 5e anniversaire, Shania fut la témoin de la destruction de son village et du massacre de ses parents. Depuis, elle est hantée par d'horribles cauchemars rappelant cette terrible journée et le visage du monstre qui plongea sa vie dans l'horreur. Elevée par Adjib, elle grandit l'arme au poing et devint une guerrière redoutable et impitoyable. Ignorant le sombre secret de sa naissance, Shania nourrit une soif ardente envers l'assassin de ses parents. Les combats qu'elle mènera la plongeront dans un tourbillon de violence, développant son côté démoniaque. La poussant à se perdre dans les abîmes de son enfer. Partagée entre sa part sombre et son humanité, les choix qu'elle fera détermineront sa destinée. Laisser émerger son côté obscur ou combattre le démon qui sommeille en elle.
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jordanctrlbakare24 · 14 days
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ka1catwriting · 2 years
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You follow me home,
a soft shadow,
of you,
feathers in your fur,
a bird in your mouth,
it's spine broken like glass.
Shattered as you strayed from my path,
no longer the pattering of hooked claws on wood
or lose teeth hidden in carpet.
I still catch your shadow sometimes, dancing in
the grass of summer dandelions,
an illusion of the betraying eye
and hopeful heart that I might
one day,
see you again.
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queerineverysense · 2 months
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eawildewrites · 4 months
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It's been a while!
Hello tumblr, I know I haven't come on here much, but I'm hoping to be spending a little more time here. I'm definitely not using t w i t t e r anymore and I feel like tumblr might be the best option for something other than IG. I think it would be more conducive for text based posts anyways! And I'd like to write little snippets of things and be able to post them somewhere.
While I am working on two longer projects - one is a fully editing and fleshing out an old nano offering, and the other being this years nano project - I want to give myself the option to write smaller things, which feels less daunting a lot of the time, and to then throw it out into the internet void!
Sometime's it might just be a few lines, maybe poetry, maybe bits of fanfic, more journalistic offerings... but I just want to play around with a pen and keyboard every once in a while and see what falls out.
If I want to call myself a writer, I do have to write sometimes, eh?
Well... see you in a bit, weirdo's!
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queerjoyart · 1 year
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I often think about how queer mine and my partner's story is. I matched, and fell in love, with an author (@cameronjamesauthor) whos book my friend had convinced me to read that weekend. I had sworn off serious relationships after being hurt so many times, but they broke down all my walls and helped me to grow. I now get to live my queer New Adult romance! Like, I am a NA love interest y'all😌❤ I get to read a whole bunch of their books, and get to see exciting behind the scenes stuff! But the main reason why I wanted to put this long post out here is to tell other queer people something; you are worthy of love, and you'll find people who love every part of you💗💗
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daisyjwilde · 10 months
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Eldest daughter.
There is a rage that bubbles within me. Pure, unbridled, nihilistic rage of the highest vulgarity.  And it is divine.  It is a feeling akin to religion. The closest I have felt to any God.  It is my right to create chaos, to fuck until I am blind, to break and steal and lie.  And yet my mother would disagree.  “Devil,” she calls me.  But I believe I am allowed to be disgusting. Evil.  Encouraged even.
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