Take Up Space
you forget your size, you fold your shining edges, to make others rest.
you were born for more, to fill air with your real voice, to stand, not to bow.
you deserve full light, you are not an apology, take your space, stay whole.

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Take Up Space
you forget your size, you fold your shining edges, to make others rest.
you were born for more, to fill air with your real voice, to stand, not to bow.
you deserve full light, you are not an apology, take your space, stay whole.
Tips for Beginner Writers
1 - Make a chapter out line as you go, so if you need any sort of information about what's happened in the book, you don't have to scroll through each and every paragraph you wrote.
2 - Your first draft is not Your published book, you're gonna have to revise it and edit it a lot over the while, so Let it Suck. It'll turn into a second, third draft, and published book in the end.
3 - What matters is that you wrote, not how much you wrote. Try to set a daily number of words for you to write, that way you get consistency and it gives you a routine to follow.
4 - Remember that many books have been written, many with the same premise, but by different people. If you worry that your idea is too average or too oversaturated remember this:
5 - Don't make scenes too long, dont detail what you don't need to. If your character is going to develop via an event, detail it where needed, don't detail every little thing because it makes the scene unnecessarily long.
This Idea has been written before, but not by you.
Would it be okay if I lie to myself, oblivious. Staring at a blank sky with an undefined mood in the middle of the day. Would it be okay if I cry myself to sleep at night. Wondering why I stared at that blank sky, so long, it burned my eyes. Is this the feeling of longing or is it just a part of departing from what I used to.
i’ve lost more than i thought possible
i sit in a navy blue t shirt
with inoperable wounds
desensitized
yes
i should’ve danced with him at prom
my mother should’ve treated me
like a human being
you should’ve been ready to marry me
before seven years elapsed
but it’s all for not
i lose
and lose
and keep losing
-ivystoakleypoetry
Some meet cute prompts
A power outage traps two strangers in an elevator together.
A accidentally sends a text meant for their ex to a wrong number, and the recipient, B responds.
Two people both reach for the same book at a bookstore, striking up a conversation about their shared interests.
One person accidentally spills coffee on another while rushing to catch a train, leading to an unexpected conversation.
Two acquaintances from high school years ago end up sitting next to each other at a wedding reception and bond over their mutual dislike of weddings.
Two people both end up waiting for the same delayed flight and strike up a conversation to pass the time; it turns out that they are also plane seat mates.
Casual intimacy is my favourite thing in the entire world. A tiny touch on your back in crowded areas. They're sitting across the table and give each other a light kick. A head on the shoulder, a hand in your hand, or a squeeze on the arm as they pass by. And I believe that perhaps love is composed of the simple things rather than large gestures or explosive shows. The small gestures that convey concern and presence and that there is no need to consider them since casual intimacy just naturally arises because of how deeply your life has been entwined with mine. The little things that say I am here and I care for you.
I thought I never experienced love,
The rush in your veins,
The racing of your heart,
Things that people call butterflies;
But the love I found was nothing like that,
He was like a fine wine getting better with age,
While I was like a bird rotting in its cage.
He was full of calmness inside,
While I was like a turbulent storm;
Talking with him was all I needed to feel alright,
And his shoulder felt like home;
When he was with me I desired no more,
Because love is found in comfort;
Not in chaos.
Saumya Thapliyal
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