#twc prose

[stormykatie]

i am still known

as the girl who

writes poems

though the truth is

i can barely come up

with a line

that could have

made you

change your mind

-katie

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[nostalgicjoy]

It’s half quarter before midnight and the moon is half-asleep. Its quiet light tenderly splayed out in the darkest spots. Behind the tallest lamp and two inches above the headboard and on my chest and in between my fingers. The careful moonlight feels like a warm hug. A goodbye that oddly sounds like a hello too. I’ve forgotten how a spine can stretch comfortably when the night eases all the tension away. 28 feels a lot like sprawling out and unbending until pressure points are loosened and you’re completely exposed. I don’t hold onto a lot of people anymore. I still listen to the same old songs and watch the same shows, but I stopped waiting on things and people to catch up to me. I say “I love you” once but show it twice and more. I’m learning to just sit with the painful memories instead of recycling them into lessons. Same with people too. My heart is still soft, but I’m a far cry from 16 years old. My hands are still always searching for warm places to touch, but I’m remembering cold places are touch-starved too. I often miss summer when it’s cold and damp. And miss the chilly air when I’m baked under the Michigan heat. I think about how I used to miss parts of myself in the same way. Perpetually unsatisfied and mystified of what could be.

I spent the last year stretching out all my limbs and unfolding skin that remained hidden for so long. Light-starved and unseen. I want to remember not just the grandest experiences but also the quietest moments. I want to be felt and seen. My 20s have been a lot of drowning out all the noise to hear myself. My voice spreading farther and louder like the glistening sun rays of July. All my light reaching into places and people I’ve met and yet to meet. I want to grow warm, grow full. I want to tuck light and love in all the darkest spots. Inside a dresser and underneath the bed and on my nape and in all my bones.

#hii it’s been a while #I was inspired & wrote something after not writing for almost a year #i hope you’re all doing well #take care my doves #spilled ink #prose #poetry #writing #nostalgicjoy #prose poetry #burning muse #twc prose #twc poetry #writerscreed #poeticstories #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #28 #july #twcpoetry

[grocerystoretrip]

i've been dabbling in flash lately. this was published in the november 2022 issue of erato magazine.

#writers on tumblr #flash fiction #words #writeblr #creative writing #microfiction #prose #twc prose #idk how to tag this lol i usually only use the poetry tags so.

[getcareless]

Triolet Poem #51

Building a place where I won't weep. Me and my hands endure the pain. Somewhere I can call safe to sleep. Building a place where I won't weep. - A place that people die to keep- castles of sand in pouring rain. Building a place where I won't weep. Me and my hands endure the pain.

"Endure The Pain", JEP

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[env0writes]

NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.15.24 “Stamps“

Let me pay the postman Who sends my s.w.a.k. away Let me pay with penance With pennants and reminders Remainders of my taxes Waxing moons and bent and broken spoons Let me pay the postman Who sends my parcel to partners With letters laced with love Doodles and daliance And not delays But in many many ways Let me pay the postman Who sends my love’s my love With scribbles and scrabbles Points both high and low With leaves and petals And victorious medals Please postman let me pay

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[ponderingcomplications]

if they ask you, tell them the truth. Tell them I was more like a ghost than a heartbeat, tell them I disappeared I was there until I wasn't and mostly, I was gone. Tell them I didn't belong and when you would call, I wouldn't answer. That I was more a void than a presence, that life poured into me but I was an abyss that even loneliness couldn't fill. Tell them I was gentle and had no fight in my hands but that they trembled with every touch Tell them I was never enough for everything that needed me, tell them I wasn't free but that I broke every chain, that I erased every pain that dared to befall someones name Tell them that I was good Tell them I was kind but please, do not speak of the demons that ruled my mind please, if you whisper or dare to breathe my name please leave out the blame. Tell them I had wings tell them I healed your suffering tell them my heart was whole but speak nothing of my soul. There is enough hurt in this world do not let me add to the pain, time continues on again and I am no different. I cease here but begin anew and if they dare to ask you, tell them the truth.

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[wright-words]

this blog is 10 years old

this is not a poem poems have rhymes and fit nice poems match lines and sound right

this isn’t a poem i said 10 years of poems in my head 6 beers/existential dread

200 poems i was willing to share hundreds more i didn’t care for

i had something to say, sometimes, some days

to process a feeling or express what i was fearing

what little i had to draw from i drew

thank you

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[love-once-was]

Settle me into lavender ripples

Allow me a chance to change my ways

I’ve stayed here for days and days

Tinkering with the time and

Realizing that it might be too much to challenge

Always remembering that

It’s my moment to shine if I want it but

Waking up is a little off from the morning before

A nickel, a dime, I can’t seem to pick

Which coin will be the best to scratch these lottery tickets

We let the people put their perception into places we barely know

Showing us a road but not showing us all the ways we could go

Pick a path and hope it sticks

If it doesn’t, to hell with it

I loved it once and I’ll love it again

The mystery outlining the sequence in these circumstances

Take from me the doubt that draws out the worst

The ways we rehearse the thirst and how to quench it

Honesty is the best policy

But I’ll never police you on that

Spin a web weak enough to go on but

Strong enough to feel it

I’ve missed a lot but there’s a lot still to see

If we stop dwelling on the reasons to be still

Instead of the hope that keeps legs running

Blood pumping and

The future stunning

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[sunafterthestorm]

I used to get ideas I wanted to purge onto paper-

I would step into the shower and then groan at the fact that I could see myself easily slipping and hitting my head and forgetting what it was that I really needed to say to no one in particular

Because I needed to get out at that moment

Naked

And soaking wet

And write it all down.

Years later it seems so funny

I struggle to find the words for anything at all.

I sit behind a screen and

I talk to someone my insurance pays for me to tell my deep dark secrets to

And yet all I can think of to say is that I woke up after the sun today and I cried because I could not fathom doing the dishes that were left in the sink,

I forgot to drink coffee and

I have a headache and I take up too much space with my body these days and not enough with my words.

I am scared to have thoughts anymore, opinions, feelings.

I struggle to find the words

Or even the time to be in a shower long enough

To think a complete thought

But then again

I am so much more than I used to be

Still

I don’t think anyone cares anymore about anything but

Themselves.

#spilled ink #creative writing #prose #sunafterthestorm #twcpoetry #twc #words #thoughts #poem

[matthew-pasquarello]

"In The Browser Menu."

patience wasn't a problem in the old days. bike rack banter before wandering home. in the east the cardinals pitter- patter on the roof in an attempt to eat the sun but faith has been diminished and their redeye leaves before dawn.

#poetry #lit #poem #poems #writing #creative writing #alt lit #words #art #prose #twc #twcpoetry #writerscreed

[writersdelusion]

I can only hope that every time the sky is ablaze,

you’ll think of me

And I’ll think of your gaze.

I blast your anthems in both of my ears,

in fact, I’ve never felt closer to you, but

I’m starting to realize that we will never be

Because it turns out,

Despite convincingly innocuous exchanges,

you just loved dancing

not dancing with me.

#mywriting #poetry #spilled ink #twc #twcpoetry #writerscreed #poets of tumblr #poeticstories #prose #heartbreak #writing #love #just a lil somethin #too bold to send to him lol

[stormykatie]

i guess it's still in my blood-

the ability to bottle

all my emotions

like they won't

suffocate me

sometimes i wish i can

open up to people

but then,

maybe you can't really teach

an old dog a new trick

afterall

-katie

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[nostalgicjoy]

Dear September,

I want the gray skies of your sad morning. Let’s sit together with our lipstick stained mugs and the growing pains on our shoulders from trying to appear broader and bigger. I do want something quiet and unhurried, but I find myself running after apparations of an idyllic future. I can’t stop tripping over my tired heart. Can’t stop rocking back and forth and back and forth on this wooden chair. Waiting and waiting. Waiting for something to click into place. Find something to diffuse into all my negative space. My heart a gas leak spilling out to your gloomy clouds.

Sometimes the gray looks and feels like a sunburn. Sometimes it’s just the blue light of your late night and I’m letting it sit still with me at the table. It stretches across and holds my hand like an old friend. I play pretend then. Pull my lips wide into a semblance of a grin. Sometimes it works.

Actually, I don’t want the sad skies of your gray morning. Let me grow an appetite for golden light.

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[grocerystoretrip]

pluto probably has a hole in his heart and we will never know

#i’m working on the image description but it’ll take a while since there are 3 ways to read this!! #edit: id already posted on eveesque #i’ve been wanting to post a poem but i’m dissatisfied w all three pieces that got recently published :/ so this is a quick smth i did today #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #poetry #spilled ink #words #contemporary poetry #spilled prose #twc poetry #poeticstories #writeblr #poem #poetblr #poetryportal #writeblrcafe

[still-beliefs]

I have an open door policy

I’ll always answer honestly

I won’t even get upset

Unless you question my integrity

They look at me like I’m nothing

It doesn’t even bother me yet

When I remember why I stopped letting it

There are waves of anger and jealousy

Insecurity with no home and

Why am I so lonely

I’m starving over the starting over

All this sick to my stomach serendipity

I drink until I can’t see and

There’s so much to this monstrosity

The bumps that keep me up at night are the reasons I wish for sleep

It’s all broken and

The sieve has sipped that last painful drop

Where nothings really happens

But nothing ever stops

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[env0writes]

No Longer Remembered 11.5.23 “I Dream of Rain Against My Window"

I thought, at my window(curtains pulled) The nightly breeze, nearby rattling Trees and leaves and other Greenery turning orange and red(outside my window) (curtains pulled) (I could not see) what is that sound A rushing sound, (not like a river) I must know, if not the wind what would I see (curtains closed to daylight) (it was night) so instead When one might pull the blinds aside (like lovers) To look upon the scene, And take an answer to the sound(guessing not wind Blowing through the bushes) out my door and down the hall Far from the windows, I pace A smell strikes me, is there a breeze wafting this? (familiar smell) Or is the hour (late) getting to me (imagining things) Out the front door I took a few steps into the dark(it was night) The sound has left, but signs it had been there lingered (my feet Were wet) a stain all down the street Rain! (wet feet) that sweet smell and sound (petrichor and droning Beats against the ground) I thought I heard the wind, and carried on it’s sound Back to my bedroom where my curtains (still pulled shut) I opened, and my windows (closed) as well To listen, to smell, to experience that sweet lofting (petrichor) Experience Of rainfall on trees and leaves and other slowly color-changing Greenery (autumn has arrived) What I didn’t notice as I returned was my tracks (wet feet on carpet) And worse yet, the hem of my pants slowly pulling moisture up my leg (wet feet and pants hanging off my hips) The wind raced through the infrequent showers (whistling) With an urgency and fear to dart between each droplet so that they sung I thought, and now (nighttime) I dream

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