dreamwriting

Just writers, who'd like to write for you.

[gahdamnpunk]

The police caught and arrested him. But despite the heinous and violent crimes he was credibly accused of, he was released without bail. He was free for three months AFTER police discovered  that he was abusing 12 underage black girls.

Chrystul Kizer was raped and trafficked by this man for years.

She’s now facing life in prison for defending herself against her attacker.

Free Chrystul Kizer!!!

Pls spread help spread the news!

SIGN THE PETITION

[jewblog]

this isn’t an old post; the screenshot has a typo: her hearing is scheduled for february of 2020 and if she is convicted as charged she will spend life in prison. she will likely never be granted clemency. her case and the court are far more stacked against her than they were for cyntoia brown, who regardless still spent 15 years in prison.

please sign the petition. 

[kropotkindersurprise]

Keep your neighbourhood clean! Death to Fascism! [video]

[stubbornseedling]

But remember to wear heavy protective gloves and/or use a tool, because sometimes there are razors or other dangerous objects taped under the flyer to injure people who try to remove them.

[kropotkindersurprise]

But let’s not be alarmists about it either. People keep adding this warning about hidden razor blades to posts about removing nazi propaganda and I don’t want people to be scared away from actually doing something.

I have seen only two instances online of razor blades being taped to some piece of nazi propaganda, and in neither case did it hurt anyone, because a razor blade under a sticker would be pretty easy to see and feel before it would cut you. Just take a look at the sticker or poster you’re removing and use common sense. Use a key or something if you’re scared of razor blades. 

Let’s try not to discourage people from actually removing fascist propaganda by telling them to wear heavy gloves or whatever to protect against something that practically never happens when ripping a taped piece of paper from a wall.

If you see fascist propaganda, just tear that shit off or cover it up!

[rizes--moved-deactivated2016091]

for every note, I will tell my dog I love her

[cynicalsunshine]

Everyone is born with their death date marked on their arm. Today is your time to die...

February 14th:

It was raining, water gathering at the curbs in front of stores selling expensive flowers and chocolates. Children exchanged hand made cards with small xoxo’s and hearts inside, giggling as if it were all a big secret. It was like any other Valentine’s Day. But that’s just it; it shouldn’t have been like any other year. Today should have been scarring and tragic. Your family should have been crying. Your significant other would be trying to shrine the love you share into a mourning ground for the dreams that will never come true. And you, you of all people, should be dead. It was scrawled on your arm, on everyone’s arms, a date on which the grim reaper would show his face and with one look from his sunken eyes, your heart would stop and you would die. Your date was today and everyone was prepared for it. They formed a huge gathering with food and music. Your lover was giving a speech about the day you met. But you, selfishly stowed away into the rain, making your way to the old tree house behind your childhood home. You wanted to be alone when the reaper came. You wanted to bravely look him in the eyes and said that you were ready. He’d smile and take your soul and your world would fade away. Until then, you’d sit in the middle of the tree house floor and recollect old memories, crying for the last time. A presence overcame the room and the thunder loudly cracked, rain becoming heavier by the second. It was dim, lightening lighting up the tree house for a fracture of a moment, but enough for you to see the figure in the corner of the room. You stand up and wipe the tears from your cheeks. You were ready. The figure steps forward as the lightening gleams across the face. But it wasn’t frightening as you’d been lead to believe. And he, wasn’t a he. A slender woman brushed the hood away from her raven like hair. She leans in and kisses you on the lips. Her mouth is cold and your heart freezes up. It was time. You close your eyes as she steps back. She speaks.

“Not yet, Liv, I have a mission for you.”

[dreamwriting]

--Hasi

[dreamwriting]

What a girl at my school wore on America day. I'm dead

[dreamwriting]

The Pariah

Pariah.

That’s what you were called

An outcast

They looked down on you

Because you thought differently

Pariah

The outcast

The lowlife

The nobody

Every day

Until you died

Pariah

So low in life

That you were set to die

At sunset

In winter

The snow falling around you

Pariah

They put your head

Under the blade

Counted to three

Your head came off

Pariah

The blood tainted the snow

Painted it pink

Your head rolled away

It landed at my feet

Pariah

You defied the rules

You defied all odds

Landed at the bottom and paid

Pariah

Outcast

Lowlife

Nobody

Dead

Pariah

No One will remember

The boy who defied

The kid who left

Only to lose his own head.

~chibi

[dreamwriting]

Just a Little Introduction to a story I was working on...

I felt the cool wind against my cheek. It felt crisp and clean, just like any ordinary autumn day. I was dressed in a light grey sweater that was baggy enough that it met the thighs of my torn out jeans. I didn't wear shoes, because my need to feel the dirt between my toes was something comforting. The wind brushed through my thick greying hair. It's not that I was physically old, but mental age has nothing on youth of one's physical form. I've been on earth for millions of years yet the state in which I am does not mean I am in fact living. I have not lived since the time I was created. And that in itself is the state of which I carry all my burdens, yet none of these burdens are regrets. I do not have regrets. But perhaps you are confused as to who I am? Or who I was at least...now I am nothing but a forever mark on the earth that shows that love does last forever, even if loves isn't the happy ending. In fact I have no ending. Only a continous beginning where I wake up every morning replaying the memories of my past, only that my past goes on for millions of years. Years that I have been in a never ending cycle of pain. So in the beginning, there was God and He was divine in all manners of speaking. But God had needs, not in the way humans do, but in the way only a divine creature can. He created a world where only He could take pleasure from, but the other divines that he created had trouble retrieving the same happiness that only God himself could enjoy. But one of these divines stood out more than the others. Infact, this being despised humans, and with his own right too. His name was Beezlebub...but he goes by many names...Satan, the devil, Lucifer...God's favorite. And he was God's favorite divine and as his favorite, He took care that Lucifer was happy. But happiness does come with a price doesn't it? Don't humans and divines have a common price they have to pay to become happy? But sometimes it's worth the price we pay to have the truly happy moments in this lifetime....

~~Hasi

[420-haze-it]

Here is a calming octopus if you’re feeling a bit overwhelmed.

[dreamwriting]

--Hasi

[dreamwriting]

Mommy why are you crying? (Poem)

"Mommy why are you crying? I see you crying, I know you're trying, I don't even know what's wrong, And I'm scared that I have done something wrong. Mommy, why are you crying? Daddy will be home soon, And you've been in bed all afternoon. I wish I just knew... Mommy, why are you crying? I can see there's scars up and down your arms Who hurt you before I was born? Was it him mommy? Was it him? Don't cry mommy, I'm going to find out who hurt you so, And I'll fight off demons or dragons, And put down every foe. Because I need you mommy, You are my morning star. And I want to follow in your many footsteps Whether that is near or far... Mommy, why is there all this blood? You are going pale, and I don't understand? Are you hurt mommmy? Do I need to call Daddy? I can feel the coolness in your hands. Mommy has stopped crying... As she laid her head on my pillowcase, Her wrists are smeared with red blood, But for once, she has peace on her face... Mommy, why aren't you blinking? Mommy, why are you so cold? Did you prick your wrists on a spinning wheel? And you're sleeping like fairytales of old? Mommy why aren't you breathing? I'd call daddy but I don't know how, I am only just a child, Barely 4 years old now. But mommy is only sleeping, Daddy told me so, when he came home. He said she was dreaming of unicorns, And that I'd never be alone. Daddy, why are you taking mommy away? You said she was only sleeping? Can't she sleep in my bed with me? Can't she just wake up? "Mommy will be more comfortable somewhere new" Daddy told me so, He took her somewhere called a funeral And told me to let her go. Mommy laid in a dark black coffin, Daddy said coffins were like time machines, That you hop in when you go into a deep sleep It increases the chances of your dreams. Mommy, I am older now, And I think I understand, Why you cried for weeks and weeks And why you can no longer hold my hand. Look Mommy, I have my own scars too, From the demons that I took down. I did it all for you mommy, Although you aren't here now..." --Hasi

[dreamwriting]

Pick one subject. It can be any subject. A friend, a song, a color, a show whatever. And think about it for thirty seconds. Then set a timer for 5 minutes and just write. ~chibi

[thegoodvybe]

To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.

Bertrand Russell (via thegoodvybe)

--Hasi

[dreamwriting]

The Sun went out

I was in deep crap. I never planned on being caught, but then I guess no one ever does. I blew up the bridge in San Francisco. It was the Golden Gates Bridge actually. I was caught, in Canada, and was tried very quickly after. Thousands died in the explosion. I don’t regret it though.

After i was tried, they sentenced me to death. I was supposed to be shot at dawn. The problem with that is that the sun never rose the next morning. It hasn’t risen in 22 years. Everyday they hope that the sun is going to come up. It never does.

At first they were to concerned with why the light was baking one side of our earth and not the other. Then they started dyeing. The world started to heat up and millions die. Scientist figured that the sun was dying. But instead of a big explosion, it just went out. It stopped. So then everyone tried to find a solution for warmth and light. And how we were going to live. More people died. Me? You want to know what i did? I sat in jail listening and waiting while the world went to shit outside. Not that i would have helped.

So finally they came up with a solution that could mock the Sun until we can find a different planet to ruin. It’s not the best, but it keeps most of us alive. You would think we have figured it out in 22 years, but they keep wasting time on me. Since my sentence was to be shot at dawn and there hasn’t been a dawn they are at a loss of what to do with me.

So i’ve been sitting here. Waiting. People fight for my right to live, while others fight for my death. Most think i should die, even though more and more humans die every day due to lack of sun.

“Annie Miller. “ The judge said my name, loud and clear from his spot up at the top.

“ Yes Judge.” I said looking up from my lap.

“ The Jury has announced your sentence. “

I nodded again, hearing him, and just wanting to get it over.

“ You are to be free-” Before he could finish there was a bang and everything went black.

~Chibi

[dreamwriting]

Dug Love a Grave (poem)

I don't know what to say, As you asked if I'm okay. I'm at a loss of words Because I dug my love a grave. I thought you were gone But I see that you stay. And even when I was in the wrong You don't want to push me away. I always had my doubts Because I'm insecure You occupy my thoughts Like you've never done before And I know I was giving up As you were giving in Sometimes it takes a curse For everyone to get a win. But maybe I'm the devil In the darkness of the night Chasing wild fantasies Even though I'm bound to cry. As I dug love a grave, I don't even know why, Why you still care About me. --Hasi

[dreamwriting]

Prompt:

It’s the day after Halloween and everyone is still wearing their costumes. 

~Chibi

[dreamwriting]

Chibi doesn't have a qoute. Chibi just wants to say happy Halloween and I hope this day was good and fun and everyone stayed safe. Love you and happy Halloween. ~chibi

[dreamwriting]

Collection of spooky quotes for the 31st! HAPPY HALLOWEEN DREAMERS!!! --Hasi

[dreamwriting]

Sunlight filled the room around her. Lily rubbed sleep from her eyes as she slowly sat up, stretching her arms out behind her. Outside her window she could hear birds chirping. In the window she could make out where the sun was, hiding behind the houses. She smiled serenely swinging her legs over to the side of her bed where slippers were waiting.

She looked around the plain white room, which was slowly becoming clearer. After slipping the slippers over her tiny little feet she stood and walked to the mirror. She didn’t look worse than yesterday. The bags under her eyes looked the same. Her red hair was just as messy. Her freckles hadn’t moved across her face. So what was different. She couldn’t quiet put her finger on it. Shrugging it off she walked into the hall. A few of the aids were down the hall dealing with Jenny, one of the harder patients. Lily sighed as she turned the opposite way and started to walk.

She knew no one would bother her. She was one of the easiest people to take care off. She only wondered off every now and then. She lost a few things here and there. She wouldn’t- No couldn’t walk out the front door. It was watched by a hawk-eyed woman named Penny. Lily didn’t like her very much.

But she wasn’t heading for the front door either. She was heading for the cafe. The place where they gave her grey mush that was supposed to pass for food. She sighed shaking her head at the thought. There wasn’t much she could do about the ‘food.’ So she ate it and tried to ignore the taste that came with it and hoped that one day they would give her better food.

Lily doubted they ever would though. As she turned the corner into the cafe, she remembered why. Most of the patients were unable to feed themselves. There were a few who were. But most of them fought it. Lily found it to be no use. Standing in line she thought about what her time could better be spent doing. Reading. Listening to music. Thinking. She got a bowl of the grey mush and floated to the spot in the corner she sat in. The aides around her chatted away as she thought. She could try to found a way out. But they would just bring her back.

Slowly taking small bites of the grey mush she caught a few bits of the conversation nearby, between two of her aides.

“Did you hear the news?” One, a short black haired woman said.

“ Did you see it!!” The other replied. “ The sun is back. “ She said.

Lily stopped. They sunlight in her room. It hadn’t been a dream. That was what had been wrong. The sun, the real deal sun, had been shining through her window. Not the fake sun they projected to keep her happy. She knew she had to reach it.

~Chibi