#drunkwriters

[marysunshinehacker]

Resilience

Bounce back Resilient

Knocked down Get back up again

Pushed to the side Back on track

Obstacle in my way Stay the course

Bad news Cry for a sec and keep it moving

Told no Find another way

Stop sign up Go around it

To be resilient, you keep it moving. To be resilient, you find roots and stay grounded. True to yourself

A wave crushes over and you get lost in the water, but resilience is what helps you find your breath again.

Knowing the bad doesn’t last long and what goes down can always come back up again.

You are your own light. Keep shining. Stay bright. Use the negativity as fuel to find your light.

[diabolistasylum-blog]

Collaborative Prose

Sweet melody scents I found on the pillow. Tactile tastes were all that remained, until two weeks later; a letter. Five stamps across the top. So long and farewell I thought, but not here you are again. I opened the envelope and gingerly took out the letter. Sweet nothings spilled across the page. One part of my heart yearned to run all the way to you, yet the other part wanted to burn the letter and hate you. I folded the letter and placed it back in the envelope, then slipped the envelope under my pillow. I’ll sleep on it. Troubled and anxious of what to, or not to feel... I couldn’t fall asleep. The foggy state of mind where you are drowsing in and out of consciousness. What to make of my thoughts. For awhile I just sat on the bedside, put a ziggy in my mouth, a lighter in my hand. Stepped out onto my balcony, looking over the concrete jungle on the horizon. “Ah fuck it. So she had sex with my brother.” I’m sure loads of people do that, right? Anyhow, he had told me it wasn’t satisfying. I think I’ll call her... I whip out my phone and dial the familiar number. I hear the dial tone... meeeeep .... meeeep.... “Hello?” says a female voice. 

“Considering the fact you fucked my brother you should be grateful that-” 

“Fuck you.” She hung up the phone. God damn the nerve. At least I had that list on my desk - I added her name on it. Might as well as add my brother to it too. Soon they would regret ruining my life. I finished smoking my cigarette, and walked back to my desk. I slowly wrote my own name at the bottom of the page. Picking up the phone, I called the number written on my wall. “I called yesterday, I have the final list. Do you know when the hitman will be free?”

[marysunshinehacker]

"Get Away From it All" DW 1/20

All that is, is being, but being is hard on its own. That being said it's the simplest of things yet on leaving, it's being no more. out the door being heads, towards the wild blue yonder, into nothing it bumps and with nothing it treads but the tread is left back by the door with inertia and friction and thought and what's more is that more was left with less way back there and that small hole they bored into being's very being- that abscess in organic tissue to see through, that prism-called-portal the doorway to sea, That border of all that could be here on land. Now the sails set as curiosity accompanies our crew with soaring skies and out from port we escape, out into the deep blue beyond blue, beyond light, with our crew of no me and no he and no you, all together we now get away from it all. - Robbie Love

[theironlywords]

I officially understand why writers drink so much.