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october-elliot · 5 months

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My toxic trait is that I think everything I write is divinely inspired and amazing but also refuse to share it with anyone irl because what if they think it’s bad

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sheluma · 2 years

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When you're in that awkward in-between of wanting to write more, but you're also burnt out from writing.

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small-town--r · 1 year

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Another day has came and gone.

The stillness of the night;

a reminder to my loneliness.

The rising of the sun

will bring a new day.

As dusk falls, it'll bring

that familiar emptyness

Im now accustomed to.

That doesn't discourage

my anticipation to see the moon shine;

For just as she

I too am alone.

R.A.

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ginadope · 2 years

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neverenders

I think I have made peace With lightbeams and Self-induced headaches A craving for loving And maybe creating Climbing up and down my ribs Can I do it justice? Pretty creatures - Neverenders I heard you can meet them When you stop looking I'm not sure what my idea was Prolly that's the point It escapes bodies It does, in its beauty

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theluciddragonfly · 1 year

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It’s with a heavy heart I announce the devastation blooming in the catacombs of my rattling heart.

Where daylight is absent in the shattered abyss and where demented thoughts linger on the edge of my soul.

I’m lost in the lovely maze of intricate design and abominable horrors, somewhere at the brink of insanity and in the midst of hopelessness.

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her-scattered-pages · 2 years

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via her-scattered-pages // a poem, a prayer

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talkthrupens · 2 years

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I buried those feelings, emotions,

endearment and vehemence

In a graveyard.

They pile up to make a person-

Made only of impalpable attributes

Too gullible to breach

Today's deception

I visit the graveyard often

To express my love

Because that's what

She liked

I buried her in a graveyard

In the void of my soul

She is a version on of me,

And, I still visit her;

To express my love

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sarkyhuman · 2 years

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Breathe

We’re like Ocean, on the Surface it's all nice. The waves rolling, all calm, all riches. But the deep you go, in the down and out there lies the ugliness, all the scary parts. However, that’s where it's the most beautiful too, all the moments we like are alongside the scary ones, balancing it all out or sometimes not and that’s okay. Because, sometimes Ocean is not okay too, sometimes it lashes out too, it loses its calm to raging waves but then it's calm again. So breathe, even the deep dark dingy bottom of the ocean floor is alive and breathing.

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thatantiquemirror · 2 years

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— The Confession

Someone told me, I stand amid a vigorous whirlwind of fiction and facts. Sometimes of remembrance, sometimes of ignorance. No one but you notice me in the midst of thronging crowd I drown always. Amusing how, when I reach the zenith of nothingness, you exactly know how to pull me out from that void of nothing. When I scavenge helplessly for the truth, when I get governed by nothing but lies, you put me in front of the harsh reality no matter how harsh it is, to show the true colours of everyone I loved once.

Thousands of unspoken words, yet you know what I meant. I could write five lines of poetry and a song of yearning but do you think It'd be enough to paint the hieroglyphics of unsaid emotions? Fifty skies I've gazed, yet five thousand more to gaze at, with you. to my moonlight monologue, you said the gods wrote you back but I think they dialed an eerie number from heaven's hotline.

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paulapuddephatt · 2 years

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diarized-by-pankil · 2 years

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Two people liking one certain song. But having two totally different favourite parts in that song of a couple minutes. Doesn't it say a lot about them?

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scriptwriters-network · 8 months

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High Concept Screenplay Program (HCSP) ~ Final Deadline: August 31, 2023

Welcomes all genres and aims to discover, honor and reward different approaches, eclectic points of view and unique voices in screenwriting.

More info:

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sheluma · 2 years

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Writing Tip...maybe??

Sooo— this might be me, or my newly discovered obsession with pens, but I'm starting to like my drafts better. Which is weird? I normally hate it, especially if it's on paper; however, when I write it in pen, my ape brain goes: "oooh, pretty words!"

So, in all, if you feel down about your draft, write it with a 🌟pretty🌟 pen!

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marionannberry · 1 year

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Plotter or Panster? These days both. I use to be a dedicated panster, writing whatever came to mind. When the characters wanted to share their story I sat down to listen and write their story. I had no idea when or what would happen but I was having fun learning about their lives. Now, I have some tools that help me plan ahead and make better choices on the time lines of this new story that has come to fruition. No surprise it is a contemporary romance idea and the theme is hospitality. I’m a believer of: Write what you know. I am a memoir writer and I tend to lean towards my own life experiences to share. But this new idea is going to be fun to write. I am in the plotting stage. I actually drafted an outline and have a spread sheet for the characters, names, attributes and everything in between. Who am I? Lol. Now, back to the writing and when I say writing it means all things writing; plotting, researching, creating content, newsletters, and actually writing new words. Oh how I love the creative process! Thank you for stopping by. Until next time, keep on typing… #writerfriendschallenge #truth #grateful #writinglife #amplotting #amwriting #writerscommunity #writercorner #writingprompts #writinginspiration #writerlife #instawriters (at Durham Bridge, New Brunswick) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cofpbr5v_N3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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spilledpoetries · 3 years

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DEATH

In the cremating ground , my body will cremate

and in the released heat my dear most mom's tears will evaporate

Almighty will suck out the pure shit of my soul

and the devils inside will be bashed

ignited till it turns into ash

Wander on the clouds aimlessly

eavesdrop my death gossip shamelessly

I will fly to my graveyard hopelessly

I will lurk the Earth agelessly

my soul will watch the cremation

muted growls and shouts

echoing in an invisible cage

"I AM NOT DEAD , CAN ANYONE HEAR ME"

I will be pleased to see the haters sympathizing

accompanying the occasional screams of mourning

blessed to watch the family members uniting

bewildered to see the Town making me focus of attention

without any secret intention

For my loved ones , my death will be unbelievable

and my loss pain will be unhealable

ah this becomes the remarkable event in my life

oh my darling death , claim me as one of your wife

let me bake the cake in oven

while cozying in my new mansion in heaven

pitying my fake sympathizers and well wishers are destined to be burnt like barbeque in hell

I will haunt the weak criminal souls within their bodies

to the extent till that sinner dies

O' my death , take me to the state of rest

as living for the common desires which are worthless waste

Make me void of anger , jealousy , love , lust and sadness

Let me shake the heaven with all my madness

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her-scattered-pages · 2 years

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remember ramadan’s arrival, when it just begun?

“why must you departure and come to an end?”

take this, “an acceptance of worship is a continuation of it.”

‎ ‎هل تتذكر عندما حل رمضان ، عندما بدأ للتو؟

"لماذا عليك المغادرة والانتهاء؟"

‎خذ هذا ، "قبول العبادة استمرارها".

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“don’t depend on I (رمضان) you may not reach me again.”

a piece written when hearing halaqa during taraweeh 4/29

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