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How many nights have I dreamt

Of holding you in my arms?

Keeping you safe and loved,

Comforting you.

How many nights have I dreamt

Of seeing your smile?

Your eyes a cloudy mystery to me

But the curve of your mouth

Real and true.

I thought maybe I had you for the briefest of days.

I thought I was learning the shape of your eyes

And the weight of your hand in mine.

But I'll go back to dreaming.

I'll keep dreaming of you each night.

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Webzine submissions open for writing!

Dear writers on tumblr, pour yourself a drink on the house. We've been asking for editors for our webzine in the last few weeks (you can still sign up here). We are focusing on going into different worlds. Now, we can announce that we are accepting writing submissions for it!

Who can submit writing?

All writers can submit writing to our zine, whether you have already published other works. Or have previously shared other writing pieces on [tumblr] or Archive of our own (or similar platforms). Our editors will pick their favourite pieces for each category based on different criteria, the most important thing is how well the pieces fit our theme Portal to Another World.

What kind of writing can I submit?

We are open to any form of writing! You can submit any form of writing from poetry, prose, flash fiction, a short story, song lyrics or even a non-fiction essay. As long as it fits the theme and is unpublished. Our theme is Portal to Another World. Unpublished in this case means it isn't published in print or online. You can't submit excerpts from your WIPs when they can't be understood outside the context of your WIP.

Will you compensate me?

As much as we would love to pay all contributors, we don't have the funds. We discussed this on our server and decided we want our zine accessible to all readers. Understand this is a passion project, so you will not be compensated for your writing. The finished zine will be shared as a free PDF download with a pay-what-you-want option on our KoFi. The little money we make from the zine will be used to fund future projects of writeblrcafé (e.g. a second zine) and boosts for our Discord server.

Where can I submit my writing?

Just fill in the form below! You can submit your writing as a PDF file. The word limit for prose is 2500 words. The limit for poetry is 50 verses. You can only submit one piece of writing. If your piece of writing is longer, feel free to submit it. We will decide on a case-to-case basis. We hope many of you take this chance to collaborate on our webzine, which will be compiled in a compelling design.

Submissions for artwork will open soon!

Please reblog this post to spread the word in the writing community!

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I have lost track

Of my desires.

They are trapped as

Undefined.

I expect you to know them;

But when you admit

How little you know,

I can't find them-

Not even on my own.

I just can't keep hold

Of something so

Undefined

As my own

Desire.

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 17.19.24 “The Hunting Race"

I’m not enough to idealize To be a prize To idolize But just enough to plagiarize I’m not enough, I realize No pretty face to tantalize I’m not enough to give pursuit In rags or jams or paneled suit It seems that in the race I trip and stumble Always short of accomplishing Not enough for disdain But enough to refrain No place to stand out Smart enough not to fail Fool enough to fall a rung short of success I’m not pretty enough with my clothes on I’m not sexy enough with them off Neither seem to afford me Much of any good thing Just beneath the bosom of fortune Where I lie In the navel Without a vessel to hold me To behold me I am struck a graven Navy-blooded man The spectre of success slips from me Drips from me like sticky succor Staining me in its sanguine Coating me in Christmas arms Of envious green and red Not good enough to be read But enough to be said Spoken into echoing halls in my head I’m not quite strong enough But always am I tough How middling will I die? For all the world, against, I try Laced fingers crossed upon my breast Heart beats through my palms I sleep for now, tomorrow haunts hunt the world

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 17.18.24 “What It Must Be Like to Not Be Me"

Were I were a wealthy man I’d buy all that I wish For money is the genie green inside a pocket-card My life is plagued Red in the books as England was by the Black With doubt and dismay and dissident dreams How can any man abide The ill and misfortune Of peer and pauper unacquainted What antiquated notion Leads wealth into lordhood Even ancient lords did deny The Lord Even The Lord did deny The world Much as wealthy men did materially Spiritual currency spent and lent Loaned like the spirit Threaded in finer silks Were I a wealthy man Capable of such greatness I’d be So that I might remedy kith and kin To college and to leisure If it be their pleasure The bills and debts belayed From me, it’s all to be paid If I were a rich man I’d be a bitch, man Bit of a snitch, man Selfish in a pinch, man How different a life to lead Filled with nothing that made me, me Such lawn shavings will behead us all How does the green fall like leaves far from autumn Into the most contemptible of gardens?

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 17.4.24 “Master Harper's Whistle Tune"

My final words spoken As to life, I am awoken Return now to sleep Oh, darling, not weep My scream and wail and cry As to death, I close my eye My hands reach out As to grope and shout “Where is the world of my childhood?! Filled with things that are bright and good? Where Is my kin-sapling; Planted as seed?” Pray, let it burgeon, spare it the likeness of weed Plucked from this garden O’erripe I’ve become then Before age spoils loam Send me to pasture; assured that all roads lead one to roam Surely as I was to be born Measured of weight, cut and shorn Expelled from the Garden of Eve To a life filled with little reprieve With a schedule of work That I’d dutifully shirk Let me leave as I entered As a whole and un-splintered Weary, wary, follow the faerie- Light and flitting on yon ferry Travel will never bring ease No matter your fortune may please High on the wings of the albatross Over oceans and death do I cross Worry not and leave me a sight penniless I’m no longer tethered to that shore, I confess My first and final To be etch in my ashes, made vinyl Dulcet untrained lullabies Available in stores now, while there’s supplies Weep not, sweep not my ashes away While the writing hand writes, I shall obey My body, a temple that I sorely haunt On this, my perennial jaunt

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isn't it funny how life is wonderful and messy and hard like one day you are crying your eyes out because you feel lost and the next day you are packing your stuff ready to leave your worries behind and start a new chapter in a different country and then you find all these people who love and support you and you still feel lost and you still have no idea what your life is supposed to look like but you're enjoying pink sunset and book dates at the park and overpriced coffees and maybe you just have to enjoy the breeze without expecting a storm

#prose

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“Remember, if you die in the simulation-” “Yeah, yeah, we know, you die in real life.” “What? No! You need to reset the simulation with this terminal! What is WRONG with you humans?!”

#writing prompts

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written on my stone

"it's time...i didn't think of you at all...i'm losing hope...i'm not sure if i still do...i'm sorry..."

i still hear it, unceasingly, in overlapping whispers that turn into psychotic screams. it comes uninvited and never truly leaves, it conceals itself somewhere in my skull only to rattle as i was falling asleep. you know i'm no stranger to the pull of the depths but this time the salt reached my lacerated soul. i'm an impossible bottle ship being tossed around by real, wrathful waves with no sight of the shore. truth is, i can't forget about the daggers i didn't know you had. you said the lookout exorcised your demons and we can go home, but it's not as simple as pulling them out and pretend it was all a dream when i walked around for two weeks with your weapon of choice in my chest. i left trails of blood only i could see. i rivaled the damned with my misery. my body have become my own grave and your words will be written on my stone.

#poetic prose

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“Vampire help hotline, what can I do for you?” “I just… I miss garlic bread…”

#writing prompts

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.16.24 “Hindsight"

Twenty twenty bedroom walls Wall by wall by wall of tan untainted paint Sense of home of longing love Is scant unheard of; faint Room for a bed, And ahead at the foot Is a door to the rest of the suite Not a space to be owned, so stay put With sheets and statues All knicks and knacks Room for what That little seems filled with packs Runaway child will collect concrete-crack weeds

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You can cry if you need

And I can hold you close if you'd like.

You can close your eyes now

And I'll keep watch over you.

You can fall asleep anytime

And I'll be here in the morning.

You can trust that the darkness will end

And I'll turn on a light in the meantime.

A reminder;

You're safe here.

I can keep you safe

While you're here.

Just a reminder,

For as long as I have you,

You'll be safe here.

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.14.24 “What Good is “If” “

If I forget to do it If I do it because If not now then when If not me then who If not this then what? If I forget again, will you remind me If I fall will you help me up If everything repeats itself again If a stone becomes a club If a club chips to a spear If a spear is used to hunt If the hunt is used to kill If I keep going on and on If the world keeps spinning on and on If you forgot to breathe and I forgot to breathe If we gave peace a chance If we found way to agree on the what and the why If not the how If it gets done, it’s because of me If it doesn’t it is still because of me If you stay I will smile If you leave I will smile, after a long while If If is enough If is hope If is opportunity If I make it If I try If I work hard enough, be strong enough If If carries me on the wax-feathered wings If is somebody If is nobody If will leave me blinded and stranded on an island If is a journey of mind and body If I forget If you will be there at the end of it all

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.13.24 “School's (Shoot) Out"

Crash! Flash! All’s quiet at last School is for shouts and cheers Cries and jeers Crash! Flash! All’s quiet at last Drumsteps ringing in my ears Metallic scrape – my fears Crash! Flash! All quiet at last Question-hand raised hair on my skin Sand slips twixt fingers as time’s growing thin Crash! Flash! All’s quiet at last Milquetoast manners Classmates red penned planners Crash! Flash! All’s quiet at last Efforts redoubled over, bubbled over Line down the hall, guidance counselor comfort Crash! Flash! All’s quiet at last You were the bomb, til pipe lockered, smoking If only, if only, we ever were joking Crash! Flash! All’s quiet at last Dust settles, minds too Finish the spring, alone, without you

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.12.24 “Tall Tales"

He’s six foot and charming And does what he’s asked He’ll say please and thank you And he’ll do what is tasked To the music, he’s dancing Sanctimoniously Effortlessly romancing Unintentionally He’s uncertain with his sanity And isn’t sure if he’s real He’s doing what he can Which is everything; what’s his deal? To the moonrise he is staring Filled with gumption Filled with caring Constant are his thoughts, cautious in assumption He’s the author and writer and hides behinds words Sending out calls to the morning; he’s brained with the birds

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I lay above you,

Try to get between you and the sky,

Block the light

While you sink into the ground.

But the light still gets in your eyes.

Beauty for me,

As I watch your eyes shine,

Highlighted and sparkling

Against all that light.

But the light gets in your eyes

And you can't even see me.

Pushing me away blindly.

Carelessly, like a fly.

But oh, the light!

It blinds you to more than just me.

And you can't make me leave,

Hard as you may try.

Oh, the light!

Yes, I told it to shine that bright.

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.11.24 “Mono-(Leaving Me In)-Stiches"

City-Slicker Sun Screen -One bedroom studio apartment, work from home, curtains drawn Californian Winter -Won’t take snow for an answer Malcontent Mother -Rose cheeked, rosehips, rose lips; I rose Oasis -Many ways, here is a wonderful mirage Ghost Pirate-Putians -Garbage Bag-Billowing Sails Folly -Remake yourself in pursuit of one in hiding

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