(hears A Song Lyric) This Would Make A Great All-lower Case Fanfiction Title

Therapy can't fix me, I really need an exorcism

Nanowrimo starts tomorrow. I am not currently writing novels, but I do write poetry, and I think it would be nice to set myself a challenge and write consistently for a month. I love prompts, so I came up with some which are meant specifically for poetry, but can be used for prose too. Feel free to use them, if you want, and tag me if you do! (I will like and reblog from my main blog, @fragiledewdrop)

NANOWRIMO 2021 POETRY PROMPTS

1. A letter to the dead

2. Healing herbs

3. Heaven, if it exists

4. A silk glove on the ground

5. A solitary candle

6. A memory of light

7. The burden of immortality

8. White night

9. Staring contest with a statue

10. Black lace

11. Message in a bottle

12. A half-remembered song

13. Snowflakes in the dark

14. Waves in a bathtub

15. Winter warmth

16. Forsaken blades

17. Blood on white cotton

18. Ancient stone

19. A legend about roses

20. Three minutes of silence

21. The bells of dawn

22. Whispering trees

23. A solitary rider

24. Winged messenger

25. The language of thorns

26. Fallen hero

27. Forgiven villain

28. Resilient glass

29. Sturdy boots

30. The gates of frost

disquiet

A piece of me is always missing, Like the last block of lego that I can never seem to find One empty space right in the center of the jigsaw puzzle. I'm not sure if I lost it along the way. I'm not sure if I'm yet to find it. But lately, the gap seems more blatant. I'm anxious that it's visible to the people around me. That when they look at me, they see half a person. It's almost like I'm mimicking a being While I'm on the quest for the missing elements.

Sometimes, everything is wholesome! Golden skies, daisies, moongazing, Dusty libraries where ghosts of dead poets linger, Tight hugs, acts that mean "I'm thinking of you.", I look at my picture with my friends, smiling ear to ear And the jigsaw puzzle is complete. (or it was, then.) Some memories in me are so perfect that, The missing lego piece starts to feel like an extra piece From the table, you're trying to put together. It works fine without it, and there's nowhere to put it.

Then I'm back in my bed, back in my head. And I cannot remember how to be a whole person again I eat chocolate until I'm nauseated Or I never draw the curtains open and let the light flow through. I want to live life to the fullest, I never want to be seen in public again, I want all-consuming love, I want to believe I'm worthy of it, I want to feel complete when I'm alone, I want someone to feel complete with.

I want and I want and I want… Socrates said, (Yes, I went there) "He who is not contented with what he has, would not be contented with what he would like to have." What about, She who is never content with who she is? What about me?

ACTS OF SERVICE by judas h.

❤

Achilles, come down (slowed)

Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, come down Won’t you get up off, get up off the roof? You’re scaring us and all of us, some of us love you Achilles, it’s not much but there’s proof You crazy-assed cosmonaut, remember your virtue Redemption lies plainly in truth Just humour us, Achilles, Achilles, come down Won’t you get up off, get up off the roof

I tell you, I tell you not.

I love you, and I think you love me.

But that's how far it gets, so I put it in poetry.

I write about you sometimes.

Hide my truth within similes, metaphors, and rhymes.

Of hushed conversations in a crowded place

Memorizing each thing so I can later retrace.

You ask me how I feel when I'm with you.

Like I'm in a cellophane bubble of a soft pink hue,

La vie en Rose

A dopamine doze

You ask me what I think of you.

Words to which I wish I knew

Universe pulled a few invisible strings,

Put you in my life to change everything.

We stand inches close yet light years away.

Cliche!

We stay long enough to touch, not enough to hold

The world is unfair, or so I'm told.

So I pretend your smile doesn't put me in slumber.

Memorize lines on your hand as one would with numbers.

You ask me why I hold back. I say I'm scared.

What I hold back is what I'm scared of:

It's not being unable to find the right words for what I feel

It's being able to say the right words and never heal.

I love you, but I don't tell.

I try to show you, like casting a gentle spell.

Through metaphors and rhymes

And words that were written by dead poets sometimes.

when I started reading the grisha trilogy i was all for darklina because of all the shit I’d seen about mal and the darkling on the internet

like I’d been fully led to believe that mal was this bland 2d and controlling character in the trilogy but then my man came out with line like this

and

or

how about

and THIS

and this is just a few lines from ruin & rising

seriously? I was supposed to be shipping my girl alina with emo darkles when hunk MALYEN ‘MALEWIFE’ ORETSEV was right there? PLEASE

Poetry challenge #7

A strange dream.

ONLY THING I'll be thinking about for next few business days 

FLOWERS AND SCARS

The flowers you once gave

Are now my bookmarks.

Dried and black,

Yet somehow artful.

Like the scars, you left behind

To bookmark

The person I was, and have become.

Dried and black,

Yet somehow hurtful.

(13.11.20)