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I buried you in a shallow grave, covered you in heartache and pain. Out of sight you may be, but I still feel you next to me.

Okay so I've been on an absolute binge of your writing! I'm obsessed with your stuff now(just so y know). Im just wondering about something tho, I saw in your header that you're writing a book and i know you post poetry/prose and well do you have any short storeys posted (I'm curious cuz I read some of your excerpts from your wip posts on like the writers games and i wanted them to continue lol) if so I'd love to read them. ❣️❣️❣️

Thank you so much, i really appreciate that🌼

Yes i am writing book atm (brainstorming a draft more like) but i am actually planning a short stories series that I'll post here soon (before the end of september ) , it will be inspired by a lot of the topics and themes from my book wip (some Kafkaesque but some hopeful) I hope that helps and thankyou so much for taking an interest!🌼🌼🌼

Tragedy has been turned into a theatrical event, people turn up in expensive clothes then hurridly turn up their nose, when tragedy exits the stage to take a seat next to it's audience.

Actually so bloody honoured to be on this list! Honestly dont know how i ended up there with so many amazing people, but its very flattering and motivating.

Omg i now have some new favs to follow from these suggestions, thank you for including me in this🌼

hello x

what are your favourite poetry blogs?

I did not expect this innocuous question to make me so sad. Because I went through my following list and this is a snippet of what stared back:

Almost all my favourite poetry blogs are either inactive or have been deactivated, and now I'm wishing I saved their poems that took my heart in their hands and shook it like a snow globe.

Still, here are my favourite active (at least within the year) poetry blogs in no particular order: also included some excerpts of their writing. And hopefully I didn't miss anyone. If I did, might have thought you were inactive, but I still love your poetry, promise!

@prasannawrites "You offer me your hand to hold & I look to your palm, creating a deity out of this" "…creating small gods from the mundane…" "How could I fit words into a prayer, when I can just as easily warm your hand on a cold night?"

@palladiumfragments "you're only worth something when you're suffering" "you have become the women in the mythology you loved so much as a child." "a dagger is the only thing that awaits you on the altar. you can reinvent yourself all you want but the rot is in the thread."

@amiablesummer "You laugh and laugh, lie down on the kitchen floor where you're not meant to lie, let alone laugh, and you're not meant to die there either. But what if we did, what if we stayed on the floor of the kitchen forever until the world burned from the too-bright sun and the oceans drowned all our utensils, one by one?"

@haikkun "I was a bird once / Tore my feathers in a dream / Though I beheld six kinds of light / Could only chase them via screams"

@kiisuuumii "i am still, just a small rabbit, fur grown in, black, and it is in my nature, still, to be taken, simply, as prey…" "…in the willingness to succumb to nature…" "i place my neck between the jaws of the wolf."

@ellisnightingale "It’s cloudy out, I like that best. Rain dusts the windowpane. So light it hardly makes a sound and the sky is dark again. I’m sure it’s cold but I won’t check, I’ll stay here where it’s dry. I don’t need sun on days like this."

@conversationswithme "I remember more this time, 1:52 in the morning / 10/29 - my cat is dead and I can’t whisper the / ugly in his ear. I have to write it here. / for me. / for you. / anyone. / I remember - that pungent, burnt smell - that / I can’t forget, and now knowing it / was the meat of a small person, / known as me. / I heard she grew up okay, though."

@cherokeeghostwriter "I am / four hours of sleep / meets, uncounted cups of coffee / meets, my fascination with the rain / dripping from the roof"

@memories-beneath-the-skin This entire poem

@leechteethwrites "Some things I could have never prepared for…" "The way the sky stretched itself after I no longer believed in heaven." "…I am still haunted by unshakable cruelties…" "The parts of my mother's girlhood I failed to rescue."

@sincerelygarden "I look at myself and lose my mind" "My instinct is telling me to find shelter / I can not blanket myself with this skin-" "I am in it, I know this. I can not crawl out, I am in it, I know…" "I look at myself and she doesn't make sense to me but I remember when she did"

I remember being asked similar questions years ago, and here are some of my answers when my other favourite poets/writers were still active. Please go through their archives, and you'll find so many hidden treasures. (And if any of them see this now, please start writing & sharing your work again soon. And to the active ones now, please continue writing & sharing, and I see some of you are starting to not be active now too...don't do that pls & ty)

If anyone has recommendations or if you have a poetry blog, please let me know in the replies or reblogs (so that more people can see this, maybe?), or message me privately. This ask made me realise I need more poetry blogs to follow.

The maiden veiled in white.

Head to toe in lacy ivory white, she makes such a pretty sight.

A porcelaine dove not in flight, her wings will be clipped, before this very night.

Her slow decent down to hell and all to the beat of a mocking church bell.

If hope was a seed, i would plant a dozen in each despairing heart. I'd water them with laughter, I'd watch them bloom with music and art. If hope was a rainfall, I'd flood every barren plane, id soak in dieing grass, I'd drowned each cry, each pain.

Do you ever think about the people behind your screen. It seems like we have nowhere left to turn but to online communities, what happened to in-person communities. I dont speak to my neighbour's but will go back and forth with stangers, ranting in youtube comments, and each time theres an empty space where a connection should be rooting in place. Instead the screen stares back to my real face, and my animal mind feels alone. All the while the online community grows bigger and you either get in or live without, but the real world feels scary, with faces I forget how to greet and words get caught in my mouth and just spill out. But my hands type conversations i couldn't have in real life, yet all that stares back is my empty life. It seems we try to hold each other through our glass screens, while we substitute with memes.

Blood seeping into barren land, bodies litter sea and sand.

Some say this is high and grand.

Do the hopeful flowers that grow from the decaying flesh beneath their roots, justify the death that blossomed present fruits.

Why do we continue to fall victim to each other, when all we have is one another. We butcher and plunder, then pretend to learn from our past mistakes, yet humans repeat themselves and all for their own sake.

Our hungry hearts go on hungry. So I wonder

If i cut out the heart of the earth, what would I hold in my bloodstained hands.

I know that when i claw at my lungs I'm left empty handed, with a lack of air clouding me and yet only air I hold tightly then limply.

Is it simply this; we dig for gold but bleed our selfs dry in the process, left with straining limbs and weary eyes, while our bloody fingers clutch gold that holds no value only lies.

If we are but nature, what will be left of us when the world is ground to dust. Spilled blood and rust.

Peace I now find in flower fields. I am rich in pollen and birdsongs.

Do the stars inspire wonder (yes beyond compare) or do they cause a great despair (this life isn't fair)

hi! are you doing well? i hope you are :333

hi! I'm doing great, thank you for asking. Things in my life actually seem to be looking up , I can't wait for summer. I hope your doing well, and you have a great summer 🌸🌼🌸

As much as I love this community, I also wish it wasn't my only form of social connection. I want to visit museums, make art and walk in the countryside all without my phone in hand.

i’m so eager for the day i can get off my phone for a while and live. when the internet is no longer the only place i can find some sort of diversity in my life. when i finally have autonomy and freedom and the ability to go places and do thing and just live my life away from a screen and away from prying eyes.

this is amazing! I love your art style! Its literally what i pictured in my head when writing this!!

Chased into safety

A rabbit runs and skirts along the treeline, it's quick, it's nimble and doesn't waste time.

A rabbit sits with ears twitching and heart racing, and suddenly there begins the dreaded chasing.

Danger followed ,nipping at their heels but life was forward through dense and muddy fields.

the chase was long and the odds where slim, rabbit was sure they'd almost lost a limb.

But the Field was now above and so where the dangers, there would be no more encounters with bloodthirsty strangers.

The safety was their home, a warm and cozy hole, dug up in a frenzy ,but now holds every memory, of quiet disbelief, they live another day and so they sink down in absolute relief.

the rabbit was tired, but not the awful kind, they where the kind of tired you're always bound to find, when danger is behind.

There are no fears from long ago, instead they dream of flower fields empty of any foe.

Chased into safety

A rabbit runs and skirts along the treeline, it's quick, it's nimble and doesn't waste time.

A rabbit sits with ears twitching and heart racing, and suddenly there begins the dreaded chasing.

Danger followed ,nipping at their heels but life was forward through dense and muddy fields.

the chase was long and the odds where slim, rabbit was sure they'd almost lost a limb.

But the Field was now above and so where the dangers, there would be no more encounters with bloodthirsty strangers.

The safety was their home, a warm and cozy hole, dug up in a frenzy ,but now holds every memory, of quiet disbelief, they live another day and so they sink down in absolute relief.

the rabbit was tired, but not the awful kind, they where the kind of tired you're always bound to find, when danger is behind.

There are no fears from long ago, instead they dream of flower fields empty of any foe.

Will time stand still or Will there be a sudden chill, when the silver mother moon floats on by.

On the wet pavement a figure sits folded and crumpled, people pass by in a hurry and turn their eyes else where. The figure sinks lower, the figure is ignored. It's a difficult thing to look tragedy in the face, but I ask that you not only look, but act if you can.

What is your favourite book quote? 💌📖

There are so many but this one in particular is one of my favourites-

" I am haunted by humans. " The book Thief by Markus Zusak

I love the thought of death as a someone haunted by the souls they carry away. We are haunted by death, by what mortality means for us but death is haunted by our deaths and our lifes. All the beauty and devastation we create, and death watches, all while little human ghosts follow along behind.

I started this blog as a way to distract myself from difficult things in my life, and I found distraction, but most importantaly I found myself participating in purposefull action (which is vital when drowning in apathy).

This account gave me something to wake up to, I would post something most days and I felt something other than dread, I felt hopeful and not as alone (even if my four white walls said otherwise). I started alone and now there are over 1500 of you guys and you're all so lovely and kind, and i can't thank you enough.

One year on , I'm writing a book and I'm in a much better place, and i want anyone who is going through a hard time to know that it will get better. I promise. I don't know what you're going through, but I do know that the night doesn't last forever. Soon you'll see the sunrise, and it will be beautiful.

I promise you it gets better.

A version of you somewhere in time and motion is smiling, eyes bright and heart full. Please wait to meet them, they have something to tell you.

When days are gray and mind in decay, close your eyes and picture another day. They exist I can assure you, new days with better beginnings and happy endings. All ahead of darkend times, the sunlight peeks golden in due time. Its going to be fine.

We read about life in books and watch it on screens but living it is harder and not as easy as it seems.

Bundled clothes, toys and books in messy rows, how quickly the time goes and how fast i seemed to grow.

Rosy cheeks sprouting freckels in the summer heat, feeling the prickly grass beneath my feet.

Flying over ground faster than sound, i remember pretending to be a cloud, figures morphing in there mounds, thankfully never clowns.

Time well spent and always to be treasured, if only i had know that innocence could be weathered.

Omg thankyou!!🌼🌸🌼

What is life? What is love? Does it sing to you from above, flying high on delicate wings and whispering sweet little nothings.

What is death? What is pain? Does it drag you to the latest train, sharp screeches from a rusty metal track, a loney figure watches the day turn to black.

What is existence if not submerging in each heavy instance.

inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.