[emilyloisrose]

Poem: Equals - Creative - Poetry - The C Word Mag

A poem by founder of The C Word, Emily, entitled Equals. Head to Creative on The C Word Mag's website to read the full poem.

A poem by me for The C Word Mag

[emilyloisrose]

Short story: Life Sentence - Creative Writing - Elisabeth Hewer - The C Word Mag

Elisabeth Hewer, author of the poetry collection, Wishing For Birds published by Platypus Press, tries her hand at writing this short story Life Sentence about a radio DJ who gets a phone in from a convicted murderer. Head to The C Word Mag's Creative section to read the full story.

A short story by @elisabethhewer for The C Word Mag!

[emilyloisrose]

Short Story: Ghosts of Brooklyn - Creative - The C Word Mag

A short story by writer for The C Word Mag, Nicolle Knapova, entitled Ghosts of Brooklyn about a couple due to meet up in Williamsburg and the angst about whether the man will show up, as well as what happens when he does.

Short story for The C Word Mag by Nicolle. SOOO worth a read.

[emilyloisrose]

How To Get By As The Friend That Is Always Single - Crush - The C Word Mag

Writer at The C Word Mag, Emily King, delves deep into the subject of how to get by as the friend that is always single in a group. She touches upon her own experiences as a single woman in her twenties as well as the roadblocks and challenges that this brings with it. However ultimately, she decide

[emilyloisrose]

To all women, of all ages and all backgrounds, I’ve just started a brand new female-led website called The C Word. We celebrate women and female expression and offer a platform where women’s voices can be heard. If you want to contribute writing, poetry, art, design, recommendations, advice, reviews and more, please check out our website below and get in touch by sending me a message or filling out the contact form on the website.

https://www.thecwordmag.co.uk

The C Word

The C Word Mag is an online lifestyle magazine for females. Created by women, for women. We are a bunch of passionate ladies bringing you fr

[poetryaccident]

Poem - Ourselves

Ourselves

Born of selfish needs and deeds crisis cast unto the masses survival spurs life in peril the end result is evil’s burden if you wonder what is the source consider where the bane resides then look to the whole of man the threads are there to intercept

there is a seed in far past malice found in history promoted by the wheel of time until it finds fresh earth in the now there it finds the fresh recruits by temperament or hard abuse look not to the past and you’ll find this is the harvest of the worst

seek not the hands from beyond humanity is sufficient unto itself to wreck the lives of other ones with drive to draw the end result to rationalize is the means this requires no demon’s bless the end result of ancestral strife is enough to fill the heart

fear of vessels is astute though limited in foresight protection can turn on itself goading the thing sought to elude in this we find ourselves selfishness bred to lower ends humanity put to vessels vile when in the end it is ourselves.

2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20161004.

A Tumblr posting by emilyloisrose (https://emilyloisrose.tumblr.com/post/150945655019/heres-the-thing-about-evil-evil-is-not-a-person) inspired me to write the poem “Ourselves”.  To paraphrase the inspiration, “Here’s the thing about evil; evil is not a person, it is an idea. – Fear of a vessel seems pointless, when we should not fear the person, but the idea.”.  This aligns with my experience of evil both within and without of myself.

[emilyloisrose]

I just rediscovered this, and still find it amazing that something I wrote, snowballed into someone else writing a poem.

[emilyloisrose]

There he went, just another businessman on diazepam. Finding some sort of calm in the pharmaceutical.

@emilyloisrose

[iambrillyant]

“if it’s toxic, let it breathe elsewhere. stop waiting for bad love to feel good again. stop waiting for bad love to taste sweet. empathy won’t change stone into gold. time won’t change poison into honey.”

- iambrillyant

[i-wrotethisforme]

One of the most important things I’ve ever learned is that life goes on. People leave, relationships change, and things you loved become less fun. Parties end, seasons end, lives end. But good things happen too. It’s give and take, we lose and gain, things change for better and worse. We just have to accept and trust in that.

[i-wrotethisforme]

In the world somewhere, right now, someone is pouring coffee in a hotel lobby in an island town waiting for the sun to come up, thinking about how in the world somewhere, at the exact same time, someone else is making tea before bed on a warm night in the countryside. And somewhere else, someone is waiting for a train in a busy city to get dinner with the girl he is breaking up with, who is putting on mascara across town thinking about her brother bartending in LA and the open invitation she never thought she’d want to use. And no matter what you’re doing right now, and whether or not you’re happy with it, it’s oddly comforting to think that any life you ever dream of having exists, and at any given moment, someone else is living it.

(via i-wrotethisforme)

[wnq-writers]

“He was absent. Or absently present. Sort of in the moment, but not quite”

— @emilyloisrose

[emilyloisrose]

Your fall from grace was divine in its magnitude.

@emilyloisrose

[wnq-writers]

Build me the moon and I will kiss away your pain, Send me the stars and I will chase away your demons. Share the sun with me and I will sail all the oceans of the world by your side.

@emilyloisrose (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

He smelled like soap and decency.

@emilyloisrose (via wnq-writers)

[emilyloisrose]

If you’re going to waste my time, you might as well waste it right.

@emilyloisrose

[emilyloisrose]

He smelled like soap and decency.

emilyloisrose

[internetzzz]