Some people choose addicted to being hurt than being lonely, tortured sounds more fun when compared to being no one.
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Some people choose addicted to being hurt than being lonely, tortured sounds more fun when compared to being no one.
H.K on Time Doesn’t Heal
Ivy
let’s catch sight of ourselves:
bones, brickwork and ivy
getting ever more tangled.
as green shoots descend,
clinging to the structure
of rising walls and rolling days,
then sometime in years,
when vines and stones
are one and the same,
when we both seem to shake
in the frosty breath of winter
and in summer’s dusty haze:
we will see ourselves,
in brickwork and ivy,
grown softer and much older.
I think the most painful thing
a human could ever ask for,
is to die when you're living.
And asking to live when
your soul is dying.
Semjase 6:45am/12-23-24
I’m very happy to say that my submission of my poem ‘Great Waste’ was accepted into the next anthology from Wheelsong Books. Same deal as before, this is a collection of works from talented emerging writers across the globe, assembled for the purpose of celebrating the art and raising funds for charity. I feel beyond honored to be included. All profits will go toward the Save The Children fund.
The Wheelsong Poetry Anthology series features the work of poets from around the world. Each poem has been freely contributed to aid a well-
Wheelsong Poetry Anthology 5 is available for sale now, from Amazon, Kindle, Barnes and Noble, and discounted direct from the publisher via [email protected]
Creating Kid Lit -- I'm Teaching!
So, this summer, through the auspices of the fine folks at The Writers Circle, I will be teaching a six-week course (via Zoom) on "Creating Kid Lit." Here's how The Writers Circle describes it: Dragons! Pirates! Cowgirls! Mastodon-sized dung beetles! Children’s fiction never fails to let a writer’s imagination go wild. In this hands-on workshop, writers with an interest in picture books, middle grade, or YA fiction will learn how to craft compelling stories and characters that will make young readers want to keep turning pages. Works in progress will be constructively critiqued in a supportive environment. And real-world advice on the publishing industry will help your completed manuscript stand out in a crowd. And, yeah, that's about the size of it. (Though there is also plenty of room for realistic, contemporary fiction even though it isn't specifically mentioned!) We'll meet Thursdays from 7pm-9pm (Eastern time) and it should be a ton of fun. You'll find registration information for this class (and others, too) at this link. Join me! Read the full article
There are stories hidden in the corners that remained there for too long, stories with music that's unheard of. Waiting at the gate refusing to leave, they want to sail through your pages.
So, when we part ways, I will turn to these stories, I will learn to tame them within me, and stay strong once again. At 25, I don't worry about the insecurities that bothered me at 22. For the first time in these years, I was able to look at you like a season. One that stays for a while before it leaves and You, felt like Christmas.
And I have crafted stories in solitude, looking at my older self. A part of her is what I carry, she grew out of grief with a tiara on her crown and softness in her palms. She is surprised to see how I didnt turn away, or cold. She says she could never imagine being where I am. "So, you go to poetry open mics to feel alive? You are so brave. I didnt know I had it in me."
- trustonlystars | of love and self love in phases
coupons
you kept coupons
and i kept a ring
tokens of our past loves
stowed away
by the people
we thought
we could be
- k.c.
The moon elopes with the stars
Dazzling in the skies
Expels the dark clouds