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embracethecheese:

you grate on my nerves like these strings on my fingers as they slice away my skin, layer by layer until all that is left is blood, bone, and the voice of these fatal vibrations as they sing out to the sky.

you whittle me away day by day and year by year, word by word and I feel each beat of your heart like the gentle scrape of these thin iron strings; the thrill outweighs the pain so I continue, blind to the damage until I stop to look down and find myself in pieces.

you left me here, scattered across tiled floors and cracked sidewalks, my skin disintegrated into false dreams of power and knowledge and love crushed by your ever-growing reality of unintentional pain and hatred.

                                   but maybe it’s better this way


you ripped me apart and moved on, but I refuse to hate you, because what would that say about me? I will instead choose to love you, but differently than before, because I thought you were opening my eyes, but only now can I see that it was your leaving that opened the window so that tiny, delicate view of the world I held so dear could shed it’s skin to show me the truth: that I am a part of this world that is both beautiful and real.

so let this be a letter to you, to thank you, my iron string, for wiping away my skin and leaving me with a pile of bones that I must piece together again, but perhaps this time I will find a different picture. now I shall walk on my newly built legs through a world of truth and beauty, and once I wished to forget you, but now I know that you will be remembered, for today and all the days to come my heart and soul vibrate like those strings on my fingers, singing a true song of life and hope and love.

beingsinthedream:

writing promt #1 by diya (“you grate on my nerves like …”)

You grate on my nerves like nothing else before,

She said, my nerves are numb now I don’t think I have any nerves, thank you

She said, thank you cause now I can do anything and I run right up the carpark ramps past midnight on a Friday to get into the mall that is shut, sorry

Not into the mall, onto the roof. Sorry it’s so damn cold out, but I don’t feel it cause you grated my nerves away. Come out now and look at the stars from the top of this rooftop, jump up and down till all the metal shakes and shudders but you’re light and tiny and nerveless so it’s okay, and your grin is like a child’s and it doesn’t matter if you’ve got no fucking heart, look at the stars, look into the windows of the apartments opposite and watch their lights flicker on and off, they’re creating fires, did I tell you I used to play there? We made potions on the balcony, and hey look down at the boys in the skatepark who we can see they can’t see us, let me touch your heart let me feel your heartbeat let me feel the space you left like a big empty room. Yeah, let me under your empty room-skin, let me walk around there’s no furniture there’s nothing really, it’s kind of like being in the hull of a ship or in a submarine, let’s touch the big television antennae. Lets stay here forever. 

prompt 5: 7/10/14

"Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place." - Kurt Vonnegut

Write a poem/story/drabble/etc. based on this quote. For an extra challenge, try to integrate parts of the quote (maybe 4-8 words) smoothly into it, without making it obvious that the phrases were taken from something else.

If you want me to see it, go ahead and submit it here, reblog this post and paste whatever you write in the caption, or you could make a separate post and tag it #poeticsprompts. I might reblog a few of them, and I’ll post my own as soon as I finish. It doesn’t have to be polished…it can even be a stream of consciousness-type thing. The point is just to get yourself writing.

prompt 4: 7/2/14

poetics:

character creation/development: Ariana Valdez

Invent a character named Ariana Valdez, and tell us about her life. Who/what kind of person does the name make you think of?

If you want me to see it, go ahead and reblog this post and paste whatever you write in the caption. You could also submit it here, or make a separate post and tag it #poeticsprompts. I’ll reblog them, and I’ll post my own as soon as I finish. It doesn’t have to be polished…it can even be in bullet point form. The point is just to get you thinking about writing and character building, not to develop a perfect character.

A thirty-two year old psychologist living in St. Louis, Missouri. She just ended a serious live-in relationship with a girl she’s known since college and is in bad straits financially, so she is currently living with her step-brother, Jonathan, and his wife, Meghan, until she can get her feet back on the ground. She feels like a third-wheel and wants out as soon as possible. She has a lot of friends who live nearby, but she doesn’t want to bother them. However, her coworker, Brooke, learned about Ariana’s dilemma when her car broke down, and Ariana needed someone to drive her home. Brooke volunteered, and when she was dropping Ariana off, she saw a man through the window of the house, and made some joke about moving on quickly (which was probably in bad taste, but Brooke’s sense of humor can be like that). Ariana explained the situation, and Brook offered to let Ariana live with her, as her roommate just moved to Germany. Ariana accepted slightly uncomfortably, because she feels like Brooke is making the offer just out of pity or as an act of charity, but she’s really happy to get out of her stepbrother’s house.

selfcentricastronomer:

kissing you was like drought

people speak of kisses like rivers but your heat

only gave me a fever that dried me up inside

heart pumping dust and sand instead of blood.

but leaving you was like the flood

and i would have rather been preserved in the desert

than worn away to driftwood by the ocean.

"I hope one day you’re as happy as you’re pretending to be.”
— (via ribcagedpiano)

prompt 4: 7/2/14

character creation/development: Ariana Valdez

Invent a character named Ariana Valdez, and tell us about her life. Who/what kind of person does the name make you think of?

If you want me to see it, go ahead and reblog this post and paste whatever you write in the caption. You could also submit it here, or make a separate post and tag it #poeticsprompts. I’ll reblog them, and I’ll post my own as soon as I finish. It doesn’t have to be polished…it can even be in bullet point form. The point is just to get you thinking about writing and character building, not to develop a perfect character.

"Do not look at yourself with disgust, you are a gift to this earth. You are beautiful, you are a light, an energy, an essence. You are nature herself.”
— Heidi Pickett (via expeditum)
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