Raquel, Would You Mind Throwing Down Some Poetry Prompts? :) I'd So Appreciate It!

Raquel, would you mind throwing down some poetry prompts? :) I'd so appreciate it!

Of course I wouldn’t mind!!! :) I get stuck a lot too, so here’s some prompt sites that I have bookmarked for when I’m like “how else do i make sadness and love into words i’m clean out of ideas”

1. Dragon Writing Prompts, great for the fantasy writers and also complete with excellent writing challenges.

2. Twelve Days Of Writing, to get you back into the groove if you haven’t been writing for a while. If you plan on taking part in National Poetry Writing Month (you can make your NaPoWriMo any month!!), here’s 30 prompts to  get you through. 

3. Not officially a prompt, but Write or Die is excellent for just keyboardsmashing through writer’s block (try not to actually keyboard smash, just do the writer-version of keyboard smash and blurt out every word that comes through your brain even if it’s “sandwich taco taco taco,”). they have settings for the masochist in you and the peaceful flowerchild too (i’ve never tried the stimulus mode but it looks really nice?). Just make sure you copy-paste your beautiful result because the site will not save your writing!!

4. Mix and Match is a great writing challenge and the list of traits provided here is good for anytime writing too!!

5. The Character Attribute Randomizer is great for fiction/fantasy writers (and artists!!) and/or if you just feel like doing a flash fiction piece.

6. Speaking of flash fiction!! This is a random word and random phrase generator for quick flash fiction prompts (that second link does both!!). Flash fiction is my favorite type of writer’s block intervention!!! For those who don’t know what it is, it’s pretty simple!! just set up a timer (try for about 2 minutes although i’d accept up to 5 depending on your typing speed) and wRITE for those 2 minutes about whatever that word/phrase made come into your head. the best part about flash fiction is that if you have literally NOTHING to write about, you only wasted 2 minutes languishing over that one prompt. i REALLY like getting little writer groups together and just doing flash fiction for like an hour, reading our little stories and poems to each other :) mine get really weird bc who cares if i kill off everyone who cares if the main character is a duck like it’s maybe 200 words. i’ve had friends who hate writing tell me they love flash fiction :)

7. A list of poetry prompts, with links at the bottom for more :)

8. Since you’ve got to have the right mood, here’s where to find rain in the absence of actual precipitation, here is a white noise generator (here is another), and here is where you can find endless classical music (where you can skip/add/loop as many as you’d like!!). While you’re listening, check out this random picture generator and see if you can write about the images that show up! 

9. One Hundred Themes to write about!! One hundred and eighty prompts to write about!! (some of these seem to be less geared towards stylistic writing, but whatever works for you works for me!!)

10. Writing is a Virus automatically generates more writing prompts than I could list, all with the click of a button!! :)

I hope this helped!!! :) good luck my love!!

I feel like he'd call him Mr Wright, like the Eleventh Doctor calls Rory a Pond.

The doctor meets Ian and Barbara again, Barbara going by Barbara Chesterton now because they’re married

The doctor gets it and starts calling her Mrs.Chesterton, bUT keeps calling Ian Mr.Cheeseman or some shit

Na-naaah na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-nah

this horrible screaming thing, this being alive for right-now, flooded over your lines, poured out all over the floor and through the cannisters. they love you when you are smaller than this, and controlled, and perfect, unspeaking and gentle in their pools and with your clothes off and with their hands around your throat. they love you when you dance pretty and suck their fingers and say yes and sit up straight and get the grade.

but you became needy again, didn't you, little bug. swatting at the ripcords around you. swinging your arms and watching the city fall. the path behind you is all smoke and ash and overturned cars. you were supposed to be good, good! good, after all. after the heat and the noise of it. you were supposed to be less, to want nothing, to hold all of your desires in a shoe box, to burn them in the summer of your 16th year, to bury yourself in chintz at the foot of their rosebush and come out without the smell of blood.

but you burned-sugar aberration. howling all that sorrow out from your bellybutton up into the green sky, yearning. they don't need you to feel better, they need you to shut up. they don't need you to heal, they need you to stop hurting so loudly. they don't need you to feel good, they need you to kneel down and accept the suffering. you don't get to do this. other people in your life get to lash out and be cruel, but you? you were good, and now when you are sobbing yourself raw on the floor of your bedroom, the first thing they tell you is this isn't like you. as if there is anything like you. you don't even know what you are, because you have wounded your desires and killed off your future so you are just a hungry animal, loping alone in the dark.

come on now, monster. turn your head around. you know better than to leak like this, when they need you. they need you. they need you, so shut up and take it.

there’s something so inherently disgusting about downloading an app it’s like my phone is a clean clear pond and i’m preventing it with parasites that will choke the (battery) life out of it

Okay. Come on, then. I love you, get up, we are going to keep going. Repeat this to yourself in a mirror or in a whisper or in the shower or in a shout. I love you, get up, keep going.

I am tired too. It's okay. We will sleep in the car ride over. We will sleep on each other's shoulders. We will sleep upside down and in the laps of new friends and on the bellies of our lovers and in the hands of better tomorrows. We will sleep and we will wake up rested and we will wake up happy and we will wake up home again.

I love you, get up. It's time to write "maybe next time" on our gravesite. It's time to write: it could not kill me, I would not die. It's time to write a love letter to the sun and our one-act play and the history of our keychains. It is time to write a future where despite everything, we are finally warm and safe.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Get up. Keep going. We are going to be okay.