#creatove writing

[quagmatv]

Me. A cake. I spill my cake onto the ground.

"oh no! My ground! It's got cake all over it!"

I don't know what to do next, that part is up to you, the reader. The cake has released three small treasures: a plastic egg with a quarter inside, a very large anvil, and a bootleg copy of Princess Bride on DVD.

These will be very important to my journey. Should I look around next?

[immortal--sins]

Stone

Over the years, if you pay close attention, you can see that my handwriting has changed. What as once neat, elegant, and planned-out became shaky, uneven, and unpredictable as time took its toll on me. It's ironic; most people feel they progress at their skills and careers as their life goes on. But I feel like I'm living life backwards, deteriorating as I "mature". My purpose keeps spilling out of me the older I get, leaving me emptier and emptier by the day. The climactic moments of my lie seem to have already passed, and I am hopelessly living just for the sake of existence. All the things I once loved have been ripped from my chest and have turned to stone. And the longer I wait, the less possible it is for me to bring them. Back to life and pull them back close to me. . I know most would consider me a pessimist for holding such cryptic views, but this is simply my reality. I've learned to expect little and hope with restriction, for expectations and false hope can be deadly.

[hethersettoldhallschool-blo-blog]

Making our own Marvellous Medicine!

Making our own Marvellous Medicine!

As well as being dressed up in superhero outfits last Friday, Years 3-6 were treated to an exciting Roald Dahl themed morning and afternoon. Lizzie came from the Roald Dahl museum to talk to the children about Roald Dahl himself and discuss the inspirations for many of his novels; we even found out that Roald Dahl kept his hip bone in a jar on his writing desk – ewww!

Groups were then given the…

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[fanciful-and-bittersweet]

Dust bunnies hide

under beds you made

with hospital corners

funny how you do not

find what lies beneath

the illusion of perfect

that you endeavor

to maintain for me

Darkness lives under

my smiling face

but you cannot

chase it away like

the dust on the shelves

no, you are far too

blind to the hurt

You try so hard

to keep me up

but at the end of the day

I am a mess you

cannot fix with a duster

[barefootintherabbithole]

Just let me know when you decide what you want, please, so I can move on with my life.

I am done.

So fucking done

(at least I wish I was),

If, you are.

I need to (deserve to?) know,

What did that all mean?

It was the one time in my entire life,

I wish I was not given more hope.

I’m going mad.

If you are not done with me,

Or rather, what is left of me,

It is a jump I will always take,

But spare me now if you have any mercy.

But even if you are done with me,

My pathetic corpse of a soul,

At least I was able to have one last glimpse of heaven,

As my gray clouds came over Earth and sky,

That last hour, holding you.

[dancingtoheartbeats]

Homemade Bomb

One singular sensation, a bomb in the centre of our bed.

Honoured by the roaming reek of everything we lost, scratching at bed posts like cats, empty headed, clutching at air, there is an explosion where we slept.

A bomb in the middle of our bed.

Watch the delicate tendrils of smoke faintly churning from beside the pillows, haunting, a lonely ivory ghost that is the bomb in the centre of our bed.

It's happening, the end of us, but I cannot let go, you're blowing me to pieces with every word you say.

You are the bomb in the middle of our bed.

[nik666mcfee]

Oh, Darling How We Cling To This

I wish I could take the specks out of your eyes, And place them in the sky. For they shine brighter than The largest stars. And I will Never let us drift apart Because I need you more than The air filling my lungs With each deep breath. And all I can exclaim to you, With such passionate fervor Is please don't go.

[thinkinink]

New day

light through your fin­gers clouds in your steps breath like the morn­ing sighs from the depths moon to bed sun to rise sleepy fire­flies say their good­byes good­bye moon good morn­ing sun hel­lo day lets have some fun