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what did you dream of that day, when you woke up knowing that you had changed, somehow, someway, for the rest of your life?

did you dream of safety, of a parent's gentle touch or a lover's slight grin?

did you dream of what it was like to be whole, more than an empty shell of a once-person, now simply a mortal ghost?

did you dream of the life you never lived, where the world did not take you and spit out who you became, where your innocence remained and people truly cared for you?

( was the dream worth waking up to live within your nightmares? )

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The short story month prompts I meant to post like two weeks ago but then forgot to. 

Using the tag solar system short story month to keep track & I’ll have the rest of poetry month up eventually! Just been a bit busy with a transfer application to a new university and preparations to go to Liverpool Comic Con this year ^_^

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YOU WERE MY FATE

once, they had no name, a creation of the mind, a manifestation of a concept, nothing more than what humanity has made them.

once, they were given a form, a red string wrapped around fingers, a promise someone was out there, tied to them forever, through a thing they called fate.

once, they were given a name: destiny, doom, fate, future, many ideas that were one in the same.

once, they saw things they wish they hadn’t; saw prophecies that would come to pass, saw the futures of those around them, saw an eternity of loneliness.

once, they wandered the earth, never staying in one place for long as they watched the world turn, watched humanity evolve, watched empires fall and kingdoms rise.

once, they found love in a boy with windswept hair and wild eyes, a fragile thing they knew would not last yet they cherished it all the same, but they could see a future where everything ended the same: with the loneliness that followed them.

once, they saw their fate, one of chasing after love forever, of seeing their lover live many lives, destined to always end when they met, for living an eternal life meant sacrifice and even fate was bound to their own.

( once, they begged for mortality, knowing it would never be theirs. )

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OF THESE CHAINS

and it is early in the morning it happens, the sun filtering through shattered glass, failing to illuminate the room for the curtains are pulled closed, much too thick to let the light in.

there is a crack in the curtains, though it still reveals little; simply fake plants, books piled high, a journal left out on a desk.

the journal cannot be deciphered, the books cannot be read, for it is a place long abandoned, where stories go to rot and cameras are left to collect dust.

the door is chained shut, never to be entered again, for old memories should not be disturbed, sleeping dogs should be left to lie.

art supplies piled in the corner, barely visible through the darkness, photographs pinned to a corkboard and recipes scrawled on papers, old stories scattered across the floor.

music drifting from a record player, distorted and left to repeat, no more than a cacophony.

it is a room filled with regret where old loves are left to die and all that remains are the chains of what it means to survive.

it is the room of a hurt child, it is the room of a broken teenager, it is the room of a shattered adult.

( uneasy is the head that wears the crown and heavy are the hearts of the broken. )

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THE WAY HE LOVED HER

and the way he loved her could only be described as devotion: soft-spoken saccharine promises of forever, his dark eyes gazing upon her, full of emotion.

there is love in the way he gazes upon the ocean, by her side, as if loving her were his only endeavour, and the way he loved her could only be described as devotion.

a photography in his wallet, a memory in slow motion, a day he has promised to remember forever; his dark eyes gazing upon her, full of emotion.

a hand outstretched, pulling her away from commotion, a promise that leaving was a decision he could not make ever; and the way he loved her could only be described as devotion.

and he knows of dark plans set in motion, his connection to her being one some wished to sever, his dark eyes gazing upon her, full of emotion.

not a thought in his mind as he drinks a poisoned potion, a sacrifice for her now more than a simple notion, and the way he loved her could only be described as devotion; his dark eyes gazing upon her, full of emotion.

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A GARDEN’S PROMISE

there is a sweet scent that permeates the air, not quite matching the hyacinth in their hair, a cursed crown invisible to most.

( for people no longer care for the language they speak, no longer pay attention to flowers and all they can be, no longer notice glassy eyes and rain clouds. )

yellow carnations in a wreath on the door, anemone growing in pots on the window sill, blue roses dotted around the house.

( wilted roses from long ago left to rot on the balcony, alstroemeria abandoned, once loved by tender hands, now replaced with cyclamen and forgotten promises. )

they cycle through new flowers as they age, shaped by new experiences and new memories that they cannot reconcile with the old.

( and in the end, their happiest one is simply made up of piles of books, photographs pinned on a noticeboard and smiling faces they cannot bear to recall. )

there is a green tangled around their fingers, snowy bells that reach up their arms as if trying to bind themselves to their skin.

( the last flower that grows from their skin, the last promise they will be made, is spoken by the lily of the valley. )

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My Poems - Poetry Month 2022 // Prompts List

Day 1 -The Day It Ended // Prompt: metanoia. Day 2 - A Garden’s Promise // Prompt: the happiest day of your life. Day 3 - the way he loved her // Prompt: write using a structure. Day 4 - of these chains // Prompt: your biggest regret. Day 5- tba // Prompt: fate.

Day 6 - tba // Prompt: an obscure feeling. Day 7 - tba // Prompt: eleutheromania. Day 8 - tba // Prompt: anger. Day 9 - tba // Prompt: free day. Day 10 - tba // Prompt: death & the afterlife.

Day 11 - tba // Prompt: a place you can’t return to. Day 12 - tba // Prompt: a decision you’d make differently. Day 13 - tba // Prompt: athazagoraphobia. Day 14 - tba // Prompt: favourite season. Day 15 - tba // Prompt: epiphany.

Day 16 - tba // Prompt: something you want to forget. Day 17 - tba // Prompt: colour. Day 18 - tba // Prompt: free day. Day 19 - tba // Prompt: home. Day 20 - tba // Prompt: abditory.

Day 21 - tba // Prompt: myth retelling. Day 22 - tba // Prompt: something you want to remember. Day 23 - tba // Prompt: first heartbreak. Day 24 - tba // Prompt: greatest achievement. Day 25 - tba // Prompt: kalopsia.

Day 26 - tba // Prompt: someone you love. Day 27 - tba // Prompt: dystychiphobia. Day 28 - tba // Prompt: a time you failed. Day 29 - tba // Prompt: free day. Day 30 - tba // Prompt: someone you miss.

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The Day It Ended

I remember the day it ended: childhood innocence stolen long ago replaced with that strange hollowness known only to those resigned to living this way for the rest of their lives.

I remember the day it started: moving to a city i didn’t know, from school to school full of kids who did not understand, could not understand, the way i saw the world.

( for i viewed existence through words on a page and the music in the air. )

i remember how it felt when it ended: the want for revenge, the burning anger at what they did to me, the sadness that created who i became, the emptiness of what could have been.

( and sometimes i wonder: who would i be, if i’d lived without that? who would i be without the pain?

i’m afraid i would still be the same. )

The day it ended was a decade later, when the anger ran out, when the sadness allowed light to peak through, when revenge became closure, when emptiness became individuality.

It was the day after that I allowed myself to change: that i opened the pages of a notebook and wrote, that i purchased a new book and feasted upon the words, that i got a camera and took photos of my world, that i sung and listened to music i once would have ignored.

The day it ended, I learned who I was. The day it ended, I was no longer afraid of that. The day it ended, I learned how to heal.

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2022 Events

April - Poetry Month May - Short Story Month

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2022 MASTERPOSTS

Stories Poetry Minecraft Builds

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POETRY MONTH PROMPTS

Day 1 - metanoia: the journey of changing Day 2 - write about the happiest day of your life Day 3 - write a poem using structure instead of free verse Day 4 - write about the thing you regret most Day 5 - write about fate and what it means to you

Day 6 - write about an obscure feeling you struggle to describe Day 7 - eleutheromania: an intense and irresistible desire for freedom Day 8 - explore feelings of anger Day 9 - free day Day 10 - write about your interpretation of death and the afterlife

Day 11 - write about a place you want to be, but can never go return to Day 12 - write about a decision you would have made differently Day 13 - athazagoraphobia: the fear of forgetting, being forgotten or ignored, or being replaced Day 14 - write about your favourite season Day 15 - epiphany: a moment of realisation

Day 16 - write about a memory you want to forget Day 17 - explore a colour and what it means to you Day 18 - free day Day 19 - write about what home feels like to you Day 20 - abditory: a place in which you can disappear, a hiding place

Day 21 - choose a myth and create a retelling through poetry Day 22 - write about something you want to remember Day 23 - write about the first time you experienced heartbreak Day 24 - write about your greatest achievement Day 25 - kalopsia: the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are

Day 26 - write about a person you love (in any form) Day 27 - dystychiphobia: the fear of hurting someone Day 28 - write about a time you failed Day 29 - free day Day 30 - write about a person you wish was still in your life

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MINECRAFT BUILDS 2022

Deepslate Barn Multifoundation House Mushroom Train Station

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POETRY 2022

every way i miss you (& every way it breaks my heart) the edge of all you love

POETRY LISTS

Poetry Month Event Poems

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Multifoundation House | Outside

A multifoundation house on an origins server. I know it may look like it was designed for inchlings, considering the outside looks rather short, but most of the house is underground and it is perfect for those who may have a little bit of hatred for the sun. I’ll post the inside separately, as I am still working on it, but the outside is too pretty not to show people (though, the garden on the top part isn’t finished either).

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Deepslate Barn 1

There may not look like there’s much to this barn, but one day maybe I’ll show the inside... Alongside our Sunflower Mooblooms, there’s also two hours of work when it comes to deepslate, despite the rather generic outside of it. I was trying to incorporate all deepslate blocks, while still keeping it so the same block never touched. Trust me, it’s harder than it looks.

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Minecraft Mushroom Train Station.

I’m pretty proud of this build. It took me about 6 hours to build and decorate, as well as 2 more to adjust decorations after it was pointed out that, prior to these screenshots, it looked more like a Christmas Tree than a giant mushroom... Either way, I’m probably going to redesign this in the future, just to look a little more appealing!