#monostitch

[campfire-poets]

Breaking mirrors

You’ll spend your life breaking mirrors you didn’t like, before acknowledging that only one that can change your reflection is you. - Campfire-poets, 17th October 2023

[env0writes]

NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.11.24 “Mono-(Leaving Me In)-Stiches"

City-Slicker Sun Screen -One bedroom studio apartment, work from home, curtains drawn Californian Winter -Won’t take snow for an answer Malcontent Mother -Rose cheeked, rosehips, rose lips; I rose Oasis -Many ways, here is a wonderful mirage Ghost Pirate-Putians -Garbage Bag-Billowing Sails Folly -Remake yourself in pursuit of one in hiding

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[yooncleves]

idea for a wordgirl oc: a villain named "monostitch" who exclusively speaks in one-liners

[campfire-poets]

Poetry Prompts - September 2025

Season of Reflection

Sept 1: First sign of fall. Sept 2: An unopened envelope. Sept 3: Something you lost. Sept 4: A moment of silence. Sept 5: The smell of rain. Sept 6: How you got your name. Sept 7: When the lights went out. Sept 8: A childhood object. Sept 9: A familiar scent. Sept 10: A real dream you remember. Sept 11: A night without stars. Sept 12: Looking in the mirror. Sept 13: Walking alone at dusk. Sept 14: A season you miss. Sept 15: A turning point. Sept 16: Time in nature. Sept 17: The last goodbye. Sept 18: A quiet moment. Sept 19: What lies beneath. Sept 20: A question you carry. Sept 21: What wasn’t said. Sept 22: This morning’s weather. Sept 23: What changed today. Sept 24: A place you remember. Sept 25: Something you overheard. Sept 26: A long wait. Sept 27: Coming home. Sept 28: Something unnoticed. Sept 29: Object you use every day. Sept 30: An ending you lived through.

Use tag Scribtember if you take part

[campfire-poets]

April

The leaves wave at me Bittersweet greetings as far as the eye can see, Grey and blue feelings The trees are wet and lush is grass Music made on ceramic and brass Skin of delicate ice Sleeping still are the mice Darkness hiding the time that will pass

-Campfire-poets, 19th April 2025

[crazy-hu]

One kiss.

Soft breathing and drops of blood.

[typicalsizedbird]

It's okay if we aren't always alike.

[typicalsizedbird]

Somehow, after all this time, I'm still dying to feel alive