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29 • writing for “A Tribute to the Unspoken”, an original compilation of poetry. Thank you for your support, it means the world to me.

[hundredpages]

A Tribute to the Unspoken, The River

[cottaqecore]

source: motherthemountain

[wordfather]

im ok i just need to see some sunlight shining on water

[hundredpages]

I have become obsessed with Heated Rivalry

Help

[hundredpages]

your blog name is so good. what kind of stuff do you write? im always looking for new writeblrs to follow and your aesthetic caught my eye

Thank you! I write poetry/poetic prose. I feel like I end up with that style of writing even if I try to create something else, so I've accepted that's it's what I love to do.

Welcome and I hope you enjoy!

[inprnt]

“Self-aware” by Sergio Vallés on INPRNT

[huariqueje]

Keep Driving   -   Tommy Hilding , 2019

Swedish, b.1954 -

Oil on canvas, 36 x 40 cm.

[nixscriptum]

they smell sweetest right before they draw blood / 2AM thoughts.

[riversurface]

barn owl at monastery of santes creus, catalonia, spain

[dame-nostalgique]

Sunny day in the woods 🌿

Summer 2024

[artistprovocateur]

Gustav Klimt, Austrian (1862–1918)

Lovers, ca 1904

[venustapolis]

Freya's Garden (Hermann Hendrich, 1854 - 1931)

[dailyclassicart]

Tsuchiya Koitsu - "Courtyard in Evening Rainshower"

[mournfulroses]

Jane Hirshfield, from a poem titled "Today, When I Could Do Nothing," featured in The Asking: New and Selected Poems

[remanence-of-love]

[hundredpages]

hello, haven't posted in a while.

for those of you who follow me for some time, you know that i used to write poetry and post it here. one of the things that warmed my heart the most was knowing that i could help someone feel less alone, or more understood, through what i wrote. every time someone appreciated my poetry, it all felt worth it.

lately, for personal reasons, my creativity almost disappeared. constant stress because of my job, and other situations not job related, made me reach a place where i couldn't bring myself to write. i didn't know what to write. almost as if my feelings were trapped somewhere and i couldn't free them.

i reached a point where i understood i needed a break. a break from everything that was causing me that overwhelming stress. so i have hope that meanwhile i'll be able to start writing again.

felt that it was the right thing to do, sharing this with you. some of you follow me for years now. i want you to know i'm still here and i'm glad for every single one of you who are as well.

big, big thank you.

[hundredpages]

Update: started writing again. Both poetry and a fantasy book.

Feel like a part of me is alive again. It’s as if I don’t know who I am when I can’t write.

The fantasy book that I started writing has given me something to look forward to and I’m having fun writing it. It’s a good feeling to let our imagination wonder.

Anyway just wanted to let you know! Hope you are well and if you aren’t, always remember that nothing bad lasts forever. You got this! <3

[robert-hadley]

Photo - Via Noémia Prada