Random Writing for You

Sometimes I think of random things to write and I put them on here for the enjoyment of others. 

[thegoodvybe]

[robertjw4688]

[klmaplebook-blog]

I brush the tips of my fingers across your cheek, I pretend to sweep your hair behind your ear; Ignoring my breathlessness, “I wish I was in love with you,” My lips refuse to say, “My heart would finally find A soft place to land; And this unbearable aching Could finally be put to sleep.”

K. L. Maple

[klmaplebook-blog]

She likes to sit across from me and sneer, “It’s amazing How you’ve convinced people That you’re kind; That you’re more Than the conniving monster I know you to be.” I breathe in, slowly. My teeth clench and threaten to shatter, Her eyes open wide Before she disappears into a vapor As I growl, “You’re wrong.”

K. L. Maple

[klmaplebook-blog]

I see you in the faces of the people I love, And it haunts me.

K. L. Maple

[klmaplebook-blog]

Let’s take an interest Under a microscope, Nope, that won’t do, It disturbs my worldview! Lock it out, Tell it to shut its mouth, Now, say it again, Once more for good luck, Until it becomes mainstream, And you need a quick buck. Why the uproar? Why the scandal? Is this more acceptance Than you can handle? Lock them down, So they know how it feels To have the right ideals.

K. L. Maple

[klmaplebook-blog]

Feel sorry for the people who’ve ever turned up their noses when your small voice bloomed in awe of the books you held tightly to your chest. They became your armor; they became your shield. With every page you turned, brave heroes stood firm against wickedness; not because it was easy, but because it was right. Those heroes never stopped fighting for the good in humanity. They never stopped fighting for the love they knew would one day be all that was left if they kept forging the way. Feel sorry for the people who never had these heroes, because when the day comes and wickedness decides to darken your door, you’ll know exactly how to draw your sword.

K. L. Maple

[klmaplebook-blog]

No one’s opinion about you matters Except for your own.

K. L. Maple

[klmaplebook-blog]

Straighten my shoulders And tilt my head just so, Program my lips to your prose, Each sentence punctuated with a smile; Your fingers press into the notches of my spine Until I dance to your time, When did I forget that I’m not yours, But I am mine?

K. L. Maple

[klmaplebook-blog]

They’ve always thought me a bit strange, If I untie the ribbons of this smile, I would prove them right. “But they love you!” Oh, no, they only love What I’ve allowed them to see.

K. L. Maple

[klmaplebook-blog]

just you and sunday afternoons; just you and soft, gentle hands; just you and warm lemon tea; just you and me.

K. L. Maple || the perfect moment

[rivalwrites]

[zoereadss]

Some of you haven’t stayed up reading until 4 am because you literally couldn’t put down your book until it was finished even though you needed to be up early the next day and it shows

[olearypoetry]

[lollytea]

i like how writing realistic worlds and characters is so important for so many writers to the point where they agonize over it. meanwhile lemony snicket was just like “death to reality. im gonna write this whole ass series and with god as my witness, absolutely fucking NOBODY is gonna act like a person.”

[overthestars-and-offtoneverland]

Daniel Handler, after downing whatever the hell he was on: The baby has piranha teeth and can take a trained swordswoman in a fight. 

All of us: Fucking genius. 

[klmaplebook-blog]

You flutter so in my hands, A small bird that’s never left the nest, I bring you close and whisper, “You’ve got to be brave, now, The bravest you’ve ever been.”

K. L. Maple || courage, dear heart

[maaarine]

Emily Wilson: On Gender and Being the First Woman to Translate Homer’s Odyssey into English