#spontaneouswriting

[lunacanticum]

More than once have I scarred myself, sometimes on purpose sometimes by accident. But it's funny how I still want to run, jump and climb and crawl under hedges, up the trees and spiked bushes. A slight fear always remains ' what if I don't recover from this one? What if it leaves a permanent bruise?'

But the greed for even a momentary freedom makes me give in to my temptations, and before I know it I'm running again, huffing and puffing but still skipping through the rain. Scraping my knees on tree barks but laughing at the same time, bleeding out my nose but also facing the sunshine.

[theloulouge]

Words on a Whim

What do you enjoy most about writing? As a newbie blogger, I’m still wrapping my head around this whole writing thing. You know, sometimes I wonder if my thoughts are actually hitting the page the way I want ’em to. Here’s where it gets interesting: when I’m in that zone, it’s like the world hits the pause button. No joke, nothing else matters. The chaos could be throwing a party around me, and…

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[neillien]

Ophidia

One nightly riparian exploration, I discover a derelict house,

and enter its foyer. What happens now?

I bring sorrow, as much as I can hold in both my arms -

this sorrow

my adversary, a long limbless reptile with no eyes for vainglory, accompanies me wherever I go,

whenever I despair.

Sorrow believes beauty is only as ugly as your next ecdysis.

I've no attention for, or attraction to beauty, so I just,

trust in sorrow. And agree kind-heartedly.

"An armful of sorrow with no eyes for vainglory? Wouldn't I know beauty if it hit me and bruised." There were a number of ways I could have found out.

Of all the dead things the domicile supplies I chose teeth and clothes, their foolish ghost beginnings

here are the people that sit with him, the atmosphere unified in a single voice,

my dementia,

a familiar sound made disconcerting

a needle-thin rapture, and jaws that are capable of considerable extension - sprung out and I have borne a madman.

And I was dreaming more than I had ever remembered.

[edengayle]

Tell Me About A Hard Thing👇🏼 ～ #mondaymood #napkinpoetry #napkinwriting #words #spontaneouswriting #poetry #writingcommunity #newweek #spilledink #artforms https://www.instagram.com/p/B0gLODtFtMw/?igshid=16throa3cvx4p

[mattmoorewrites]

TFW you use spontaneous writing as a writing exercise to try to figure out your antagonist's motivation, and you end up with two pages of threats, madness and horror that is pretty damn terrifying. #writinglife #writingexercise #horror #writing #spontaneouswriting https://www.instagram.com/p/BysY4cVgwEt/?igshid=1220gtb8n07an

[writingsandpoems-blog]

Age is just a number.😊 . . . #poet #poetry #igpoet #spontaneouswriting #creativewriter #blogger #ageisjustanumber #love 😘 (at Calcutta, India)

[iheartnona]

ODE TO MOM What would this world be without your vibrance? This household without your tenderness? This family sans your devotion? Me in the absence of your affection? You’ve got more than character You’ve got verve, got candor You don’t do ordinary, boring love It’s either silent love or tough love I’ve grown to be stubborn and spunky So much so that at times I fight even Mommy And for that, I’ll never stop apologizing Selfless, you deserve no less than a child so revering But I could also be laidback and funny Able to carry myself around uncaringly Others never let their kids go un-chaperoned But you let me do my thing, look after my own They would think you don't pay attention Truth is I've become my best version All because you never confined your child to rust The greatest yield of our maternal bond is trust What would this world be without your vibrance? This household without your tenderness? This family sans your devotion? Me in the absence of your affection? Happy birthday, Mommy! #peoplexpoems #poetry #impromptupoetry #spontaneouswriting #writing

[lavidahermosa]

It’s all unraveling before me, disclosing the perfection of it all.

The beauty of Your agenda takes precedence over anything I envisioned.

Every detail manifests Your glory. What a privilege to be called to live such a beautiful life. I stand before You, in awe of Your thoughtfulness.