#writersguild

[yushaunwritten]

I know I can't turn back time but I wish I could turn myself back from the mess I am.

— yushaunwritten

[kati-mcrae]

Ah, yes. The endless cycle of being a writer. 

[betweenthefallandforever]

Whisper

I'm stacking broken shards of glass-

the blood and my footsteps making

abstract Art. I try to hum, but the

sounds only make the pieces break

into smaller, sharper pieces.

I grit my teeth beneath the pain,

and they fall too.

How did everything get so fragile?

I wasn't surprised when the glasshouse fell.

It was a mistake to construct such a fallacy.

But leathered skin and my stone teeth have

never felt so vulnerable. I wish you would walk

up my drive and just blow it all away with your

whisper. Telling me that I deserve another chance.

That I'll be able to heal.

You're the only one I'd believe.

-James Kelley

[inkypaper]

Heres a gift from me to you The nothingness wrapped up in silk and silver ribbons is the nothingness i keep under my pillow, in the pockets of my jeans it’s the nothingness that slaps you across the face like cold air,  It’s the same nothingness i picked up when i finally understood the whole point of life was in its inconsistency and that fucking terrified me And the nothingness inspired me. I think it moves and crawls inside me, i think it wants me dead So i want you to look at this nothingness and think of me trying to reach you, talk to you  Because every time i hold it in the aching palm of my hand i think of you trying to be sweet to me, pulling strings and uprooting the floorboards to get me moving  thats why i leave it waiting on your doorstep,  a gift from me to you.  Because it’s only fair. Because i didn’t ask for you to cherish me and i think i deserve to be weak.

[bradrcook]

Happy 99th Anniversary to St. Louis Writers Guild! The first meeting was on October 28, 1920 when about 30 writers gathered to discuss novels. Thank you to all the members, past, present, and future, who've made St. Louis Writers Guild a success! You have friends here! stlwritersguild.org

[wildlymymindbeats]

how

can I tell

if I’m

finally feeling

the thing

I’m supposed

to feel

if I have

never felt

the feeling

before

- aetch (via @wildlymymindbeats)

[thundaground]

@liggylong my BRO☇☇☇☇#lifelong & #djemmoogun are #thelength #godbodydj #cajolives #djemmothesouljah #writersguild #emmowiththeflow #cajocommunications #stronghold #VideoMusicBox @videomusicbox 35th anniversary #coneyisland #Bklyn #Brooklyn

[trashcanpoems]

BLIND PEOPLE

My brother is blind. When I say this, people cringe. Then say sorry. I never knew why.. until JUST now. My brother was born this way. So, I’ve always known him as being this way. Always. He was born at 24 weeks gestation. He had 13 surgeries before he was One. He died during two. I admire that. He came back to life not once; But twice. He fought harder at life than I do. Being born at 24 weeks gestation in 1997. I’m 28 years old in 2018. I still struggle but, I’m the one can see. I’m sorry but…. I find THAT unlucky. He can’t see the horrors we do. He is sweet and innocent. A savant too; Master at piano. And impressions. He’s funny. He’s really funny. And always happy. Always. I’ve always known him like THIS. Always. SO, How can I possibly feel bad for someone who is happy, even if they’re blind? Well, Today was the first time in my whole life I heard him say, “ I’m sorry, I can’t see.” I cringed. THEN I realized, He stepped on my son. My son said, “It’s okay uncle Patrick.” I smiled but, Then it occured to me: some people aren’t so forgiving. How many times has he said that? How many times will he say that? How many times will people step on HIM ? How many times will people STEP IN and be as good and as kind as my three year old? Then… This also occured to me: I will never cringe again just because my brother can’t see. But, I will cringe again if he ever apologizes for being blind. And… People will always cringe and apologize for my brother for being a Blind Person. Instead of saying, “ I’m really sorry that your brother can’t see.”

(Like it actually even matters.)