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I broke a pencil writing this at 6 am

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Half asleep me really didn’t feel any poetry

“The greatest struggle

playing chess on a mountain

Is falling pieces”

#writing #poem

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IVE GOT TO FIGURE THIS OUT EVENTUALLY

#just all of it

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I actually spent too much time on my “broken for salvation” character collection to not share them here

#writing #moodboard #character design #gotta have damage

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Didn’t even need a prompt for this brilliant piece of morning write

(Soon enough, as I sleep, I’ll become a long receipt)

#poetry

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We must plan to be be the best crabs w will inevitably become (?)

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Woke up two hours before my alarm, thought “this is brilliant”

wrote (?) this

#i think I invented a new system of writing #new and worse #writing

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WHAT PROMPT DID I PICK ??

#writing #what the fuck

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I’ve given up trying to transcribe my daily pre-fully awake writings

#writing

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Also I got a positive email from a writing professor so I will be letting my therapist know her services are no longer required

#writing #writeblr #authors #academic validation

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Day 6 of writing at my first alarm

Was so very sleepy for this one

“It all gets so still before a thunderstorm, when the clouds are gathering and darkening or staying so very very gray at they is cute the edge of the lake and it’s all grays and rip currents and shaking trees”

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Day 6 writing as soon as I wake up

This is just a collection of sounds my man

The mixing bowl goes whump whump whump, the egg shells go ccck ccck crunch, the flour sifter goes shhh shhhh shhh the deep fryer goes bubble bubble pop the glaze machine goes fwp the dough goes fwap the donut maker sings along with the radio

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Turns out I hate everything I’ve ever written so I wrote a last minute poem to share in class

#poetry #writeblr #writing

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Day 5 attempting to write at my first alarm

Pretty readable, words are nonsense

“Most souls in purgatory don’t even know they’re dead. Who would bother to tell them? But they must be aware someplace with some kind of certainty that their feet don’t chip the grass as they step, but they’re gray and doll and tired, although maybe they were tired, (?), really painfully tired and maybe they wanted the cooling numbness of a lost soul, but they certainly didn’t know that the mild chill will leave them freezer burnt and the painlessness will not (??) for long and they miss when their run still shifts the grass beneath them, that their breath-that they have breath-pools in front of their lips to be breathed in by another and a tree and a flower that in m their landscape remains sturdy-gray and entirely, aggressively without charm. Burn it smash it feel it breathe red hot and draw wildly what surrounds you close and know it’s glorious and dash through high grasses and kick stones and feel it so divinely you can never stop”

#writeblr #writing

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Day 4 of writing at my first alarm

The most incomprehensible day by far

Tony DeLuca and DeLuca’s Auto Church

Car won’t start? That’s a ghost.

And everyone knows that check engine light is entirely the devil

If you don’t know how cars work, don’t wait

?????? (I fell asleep again)

#writing

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Today’s writing

3 pages by hand of a short story between classes

And 6 pages by hand at a slow day at work

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Attempt 3 at writing at my first alarm

Took four times waking up because I had a closing shift yesterday

Anyway

“Hail the dreaming dozens, with their slumbery, grumbly snored s

The late night thinkers with their precious hours, who (????) for more

And the tossers

And the turners

And the late night, can’t wait night learners

But beware and bewarer

You’ll sometimes find a starer

They’ll face you with their eyes shut

And you’ll think it’s safe

But

It isn’t as it seems

They’re watching all your dreams “

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