Searching for the Perfect Story to Tell

A Poetess. Bisexual. A proud poet and writer. (At the moment I am mostly writing poetry but I am actually attempting to write several short stories so chances are excerpts of those will end up here) Any questions feel free to ask me and if you are ever going through something (anything like literally anything) just message me because I know what it feels like to feel like no one is there for you but 'hey i'm here' so im somebody.

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The Rain (super creative title...i know)

The rain always sets our father on edge. His warped mind thought there were monsters that would come with the rain. We were never allowed to go outside when it was like this. They could only get us if the rain got us wet. It was worse once it got dark though because our dad couldn’t see that there was nothing lurking in the rain, waiting to get us. When it was dark and still raining he got his gun and sat in front of the only entrance to our house and waited. He always made us sleep in the living room so he could make sure we were okay. These days were what scared us the most, not the possibility of monsters lurking in the dark, but the dark monster lurking within our father.

(If you want more of this story like or reblog and I’ll post the full story)

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“Water”

falling, falling

SPLASH

into the water

arms moving slow

legs moving slow

lungs moving fast

in...out...in...out...in...out

coughing up water 

screaming

“help.”

too much noise

drowns out my whisper

under

1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi, and on

above

gulping breaths

whispered screams

coughing out water

under again

1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi, and on

above

farther out

people distant

gulping breaths

slow legs

slow arms

lungs moving fa-

under water

in my lungs

in my eyes

in my nose

water

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Mother Nature

when the endtimes come there will be flowers.

they will sprout in between cracks of concrete

they will take over all the buildings in Manhattan

they will cover our dead bodies 

       And It Will Be Beautiful.

when the endtimes come the water will be pure

no more pipeline breaks or oil spills will contaminate the water.

humans would marvel at how beautiful it is, having water so blue and clear

but humans will be dead

       and it will be a well deserved death 

           (mother nature will make sure of that).

after what we did to the mother of our planet:

(spilling oil, dropping bombs, fraking, mining, etc.)

after the chaos and destruction we (unmeaningfully) wrought

after the torture we put our mother through

       it is what we deserve.

But do not call our mother cruel. She did what she had to do to protect her other children. 

afterall, we were killing them all off.

    everyday species were on the brink of extinction. 

she gave us chances, and second chances, and third chances

but we did not take care, we did not heed her warnings

so she had no choice but to kill us

       and you know what?

It Was Beautiful.

       She was a caring mother and she grieved our death.

so she made us (even in death) beautiful. our bodies sprouted flowers and our homes, apartments, offices became nurseries (for our mother’s most beautiful creations. and maybe when she recreates us we will listen.

                       And We Like Everything Else Will Be Beautiful.

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note from the poetess

tomorrow im going to post a poem (or maybe two im not sure yet) that i just wrote like two minutes ago.

and let me tell you they are long. (like the entire side of a notebook page long). so be prepared because in my personal opinion (probably shouldnt trust me since i literally am the author and have not read over them yet) they are EPIC.

so hold onto your hats (or socks, or seats, or dogs, or whatever) cause tomorrow is gonna be wild.

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It’s like living in a rose bush. It is lovely and beautiful but my god it hurts when the thorns prick you.

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Friend Rules Pt.2

You were one of the two

One that saved me from myself

You can’t just go back on that

You can’t pretend that you didn’t tell me you’d always be there

When my demons come at 11:13 pm who am i supposed to turn to now?

-did that promise always mean nothing? Or did it only mean nothing when another (less broken) girl came around?

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I cry and stars spill down my cheeks. I am part stardust. I hold universes within myself.

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Friend Rules

You can’t leave me to deal with my life by myself.

I’m broken enough as it is.

I don’t need another piece of me to go missing.

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What's the point in obeying rules when you get punished either way

-you made me this way

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Letters to ‘Friends’ (Pt.1)

I can't come out to you because you'll want to ‘fix’ me. Not to mention that months ago the idea of me being queer was funny to you.

-im in narnia

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What is the cost of a tragedy?

It is free as long as one has a bottle of alcohol and an angry temperament.

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You know it is too late

When the stars scream for you to run.

When his hand grabs your arm and pulls you back to your ‘home.’

When he slaps you until you are bloody.

When the next day he apologizes and promises it will never happen again.

When it happens again.

When he doesn’t let you talk to your mother, or your sister, or your best friend from preschool.

When someone raising their voice is a trigger for the PTSD that he is still creating triggers for. The triggers like the sound of things shattering because of how many times he has thrown plates, glasses, vases at you. Or hands patting your arms because you can’t get it out of your head that they mean to do you harm that they are warning you of what is to come when you are behind closed doors. 

When people confront you about him and you come to his defense never questioning what would be best for you.

When he rapes you and after so long it doesn’t hurt anymore. It doesn’t matter. After so long it is simply a routine. Simply something he does to you not with you.

[filippa-kosta]

I’ve decided that no teenage girl writing Tumblr poetry is ever gonna be even half as pretentious as a mediocre white 20yo writer dude who thinks he’s bukowski or Kerouac reincarnated, so like u can just…write what u want it doesn’t even Matter

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Teenage girls writing tumblr poetry > the actual bukowski and the actual Kerouac

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You’re a part-time superhero. You’ll use your powers to fight crime if you happen to be in the area, but not if it’s too much of an inconvenience.

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Being a superhero is the worst possible career choice. This is me, a real life superhero, telling you so. Whatever you do don’t be a superhero. Now I know you’re thinking what the fuck is this crazy lady talking about? Superheroes have superpowers! They get to be on TV! They get to wear cool outfits and defeat super villains! Okay well newsflash we only get to be on TV when we’re fighting supervillains which means almost dying every 17 seconds. Not to mention after you’ve defeated the villain and saved the people of Earth reporters swarm and immediately want an interview. Like hello yes, please give me a moment to fix my hair, clean the sweat and blood off of me, go to the hospital to treat my wounds, and maybe take a nap. Like I just saved your asses give me a break! And those outfits you mentioned? Oh yeah, do you think those are comfortable? Do you think having spandex wedged up your ass is comfy? It’s not like I have time to pick out my wedgies during a fight like I said before I am almost dying every 17 seconds what part of that makes you think I have time to stand around and pick my wedgie? Plus the whole TV thing. I mean really I could save our universe but they would focus on the fact that I was caught picking my wedgie. Don’t subject yourself to this kind of torture!

@writing-prompt-s

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Once upon a time I asked if you’d love me for forever

you looked me in the eyes and said of course my beautiful lover

but now it is three am and you are not here

forever includes the middle of the night

you goddamn fucking liar

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NaNo Tying Up Loose Ends Week: Odds and Ends Resources

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Welcome to the final day of WC’s NaNoPlanMo! Today, our focus is on specific odds and ends to help you with those fiddly bits of the writing process.

Writing Tools

Tip of My Tongue

Vulgar

The Hemingway App

Edit Minion

Cliche Finder

Auto Crit (requires sign up)

Plotist (requires sign up)

Writing Prompts

Prompts from @writeroftheprompts​

Prompts from @idareyoutowrite​

AU Prompts from @dailyau​

Writing Prompts from @writing-prompt-s

365 Creative Writing Prompts

Fiction Writing Prompts

Prompts and Short Story Ideas   

Highly Specific Descriptors

Words to Describe Flavors and Textures via @writersrandomramblings​

Tastes and Aroma from @thewritershandbook​

Master List of Color Names and Color Descriptions

The Color Thesaurus via @agwitow​

200 Words to Describe Light from @linestorm​

Words to Describe Someone’s Voice from @thecharactercomma​

Words to Describe Someone’s Voice Infographic via @writers-are-writers​

100 Words for Facial Expressions

Color reference chart

Writing Action

Writing Action Scenes from @breeeliss​

5 Tips for Writing Action-Packed Fight Scenes from @cutsceneaddict​

Sword Fighting for Fic Writers from @clockadile​

Combat Descriptions from @everything4writers​

How to Write a Fight Scene in 11 Steps

5 Tips for Writing Action Scenes

Pow! Boom! Ka-Pow! 5 Tips to Write Fight Scenes

How to Write Realistic Fight Scenes

Other Masterposts

Ultimate Novel Writing Resource Masterpost from @thewritersarchive​

Useful Writing Resources from @wordsnstuff​

18 Essential Sites for Writers from @wnq-writers​

Tool Masterpost from @bleedforyourtypewriter​

Filling in the Gaps from @reader-rabbit​

World Building Resource Masterpost from @legit-writing-tips​

Reference for Writers Masterpost from @referenceforwriters​

Resource Dump for Characters from @bookandslugclub

100 Resources to Help You Write Your Novel from @theunnovelist​

That wraps up WC’s NaNoPlanMo–we hope you’ve found these resources helpful! Follow @writeblrconnections for more NaNoWriMo content and inspiration daily throughout November!

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once upon a time there were no happy endings

the princess doesn’t get the prince

she doesn’t escape the abuse

she stays and she cleans

and she lives her life in misery

eternally cast aside she never finds love

she dies alone 

remember that there are no happy endings