Poems, Prompts, and Other Literary Projects

This is a side writing blog for anything I end up writing. Poems, short stories, world building ideas, ideas and concepts, and finished/wip prompts. My main blog is thepeculiar1.tumblr.com where I post pretty much anything that comes across my dash that I find interesting.

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My dash is becoming bleh again with lack of writeblr, haha.

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Forgive and Forget

To forgive is to set things straight Make things new Mending brokenness and pain To forget is to move on Continue forward Leave behind, good or bad

To forgive, not forget Leaves poorly stitched scars And salted fields

To forget, not forgive A legacy of old open wounds Of broken self

To forgive and forget Is to truly heal Restore the silver soul

To do neither Is to empower bitterness And let the gates of hell burst forth

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Writing Prompt #51

“The thing is, she looks at me and I just-”

“Forget your own name?”

“Exactly..”

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Jason mulled over this for a bit. “Gary, I think she’s a veela.”

“What? Is that it?”

“Well, she’s at least part veela, that’s for sure. God, why’d she have to be the Beauxbatons representative?”

Gary looked quizzically at Jason. Something had just struck him. “Wait, how come you don’t ever seem affected by Delacour?”

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds. For a second, Gary was worried. Did I insult him? Was that the wrong thing to say?

“Gary.” Jason’s voice snapped him out of his reverie.

“Yes?”

“You know I’m gay, right?”

Gary’s face lowered into his hands in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I’m so forgetful sometimes.”

“Hey, I don’t blame you.” Jason took Gary’s hands into his own. “You got a full dose of that veela’s charm at point blank range. At that point it doesn’t matter how much you like guys, you’re still bi. Of course she would affect you.”

“Sorry,” Gary murmured.

“Don’t be, it’s okay. We all forget stuff now and again, and getting blasted with veela magic like that would absolutely make you forget. Don’t beat yourself up over this.” Jason gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “After all, you still have me by your side.”

“Always?” Gary sniffed.

“Always.”

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Mask, pt 1

The alarm rings, disturbing my slumber Another long day ahead of me again Is it really worth the energy, the effort To just sit up? Scents of waffles hit my nose Bacon frying in the pan I guess I can get up

I crawl out of my covers And begin the routine, the daily slog Of merely existing First comes the shower Scalding pain drowning out the voices My clothes remain simple, plain, boring Hiding the burns I lit myself

Before I head down to eat Facing my mom and school thereafter One last thing I grab I study the smiling mask Kind, unassuming Normal It’s exactly what everyone wants to see So let it be all they see

Pulling on the mask, I can’t help but feel Dread One lingering, permanent, gnawing thought

“How much longer can I keep this up?”

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Wellwishing

The old town well sits alone, defunct A memory of a, age long past Yet still it remains, a landmark Filled with the wishes of an ancient city Coins fill the bottom Pennies, nickels, Sickles, quarters Each telling their own story

A young girl presses a coin to her lips Murmers a prayer to her God Her family is breaking Her life is crumbling She needs a miracle now more than ever With one last kiss, she tosses her shilling

A skinny young man passes by He has met the man of his dreams All he asks for is one good date And the chance of a lifetime Another quarter tumbles down

The old man on his daily stroll Pauses at the old town well He can see the shimmering gleam at the bottom Smiling, he sighs, pulls out a Galleon And makes a wish

“May all those who wish at this well Have my blessings And well wishes.”

So as the old man continues And another coin drops A family begins to mend A romance blossoms A broken soul gains strength A cripple stands straight and tall

And a well wisher gets his wish

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Yesteryear

When the fog settles and nothing is clear I shall turn my gaze to yesteryear For the future unknown and present unkind But the past holdeth comfort ready to find

Yet there is no rest in these memories today No release from the anguish that shakes me away Where did the fondness of childhood go Or the sweet recollections all tinted with snow

The faces, the magic, Patronus, all fade I’m ready to go now, please don’t be dismayed Cloaked figures, misty, and hidden from eye Give one final kiss, and my soul says goodbye

Tagging @ask-sayori-ddlc, @writingmyselfintoanearlygrave, and @spectraspecs-writes. Also tagging myself, @thepeculiar1, so that I can reblog this when it goes up. I really hope you all enjoyed it!

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I look down and see the tiny insect

Observe their constant climb

The ant builds great cathedrals and carries mountains

All to please her queen

their eternal struggle to build ever higher

Only leading to more to lose

The beavers tear down the pillars of life

To build a small damp hut

Knowing full well the outcome of a flood

A family wrecked

That pond that gives rise to safety

Breeds disease

The falcon scrapes the heavens and sees the whole world

Yet to survive

It swoops down to earth as lightning, talons flashing

Another casuality

And suddenly, I’m not above the earth

There I am

Screaming down, an arrow diving further down

It has found its mark in another

@writingmyselfintoanearlygrave You wanted to know when I post, so here it is. Hope you enjoy. :)

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Cycles

Notes. Study. Work. Appointments. Bills. Friends. Class. Commitment. Stress. Climbing Rising I can’t handle this I can’t. Can’t. Can’t stop, can’t slow down. Gotta keep busy. Gotta work. I need to do something with my life. And this is the only way The only way to make sure I’m worth something.

No.

That can’t be it. Stop. Slow down. Take in the wonderful world around you. Just drink it all in, the smell of fresh bread and sounds of a quiet city. Pause for a while, and remember that it’s okay to rest. As long as you get back up And back to

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Wings

Her smile is the greatest sight And her laugh is a clear clear voice in the still air Her spirit moves mountains and comforts the hurting She is a blessing straight from the Lord,    A guardian angel for the weak and the hurting

So why can’t she see it? Does she know just how much she’s done The encouragement Kind words Constant prayers and concern All this done for me?

A servant leader And a heart of gold Angel’s wings shining a thousand radiant shades She doesn’t see it.

All she sees is mistakes The slights The broken world She sees people as they are And knows their pain Because that diamond spirit Came through the forgings of hardships The downward spiral towards oblivion

She is a miracle The one that saved so many A joker An earnest soul And a fighter For a better tomorrow and a better world

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Art

Lines of ink A hunched figure Furious scribbling Thoughts like bullets flying from the chamber

A graceful hand Flawless strokes Majesty on display The landscape of Paradise laid out in splendor

The craftsman’s grip Nimble yet calloused Precision perfected The gears turn and the hands tick on

Points and leaps Sways in the hips Flowing and graceful A dancer’s routine on display for all to see

Keys and scales Instruments of kings Note after note The harmonies of angels evoke true emotion

The beauties of skill The mysteries of art The final masterpiece How it brings emotion to the machine And lights up the whole world!

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Stardust

Imagine perfection. An unattainable goal. A wish to the stars And to ourselves That tomorrow We will be better.

Picture paradise. A world full of love And peace. No one dies. No one suffers. Everyone is free from bonds They’ve carried forever. The anxiety Depression Abuse Inadequacy. Free.

Wouldn’t it be nice If after paradise was lost We found it, And regained it?

Dream of futures Untainted by hate By sorrow. Stare into space As fantasies of a world Filled with bonfires And smoking marshmallows, With high trees And clear skies, With beaches And calm, lapping waves, With first kisses And forever vows All appear in the stardust.

Then stop.

If you want this world, It’s time you worked To make it real.

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Hey There!

So this is the first post of my writing blog! I plan to upload a lot of stuff here really soon. Stay tooned!