Tag: Poetry
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Creating your own inspiration
When writing every single day from prompts you sometimes run into an obstacle called inspiration, or more precisely the lack thereof. At least I do sometimes. A prompt alone can help with creating a story so you don’t have to start completely from scratch but it cannot always guide you in your inspiration for said…
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Prompt: Fireplace // Letters to September – 25
Fall has finally arrived in full. The air now holds a sharpness to it, wrapped ever so slightly in cold. The streets glow with orange hues of crispy leaves, like a blanket covering the floor. The warm smell of spices and pumpkin fields hangs all around us. The sun sets with an eagerness of young…
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Prompt: Let’s rewrite love // Letters to September – 23
I’m sick and tired of fires burning too quickly. Of sparks not getting the chance to grab hold and warm a broken heart. Of love being neglected because the timing wasn’t right or simply because it needed effort. I’m done with chasing the thrill but not pushing through. Done with running from love because it…
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Prompt: Tell me the truth // Letters to September – 22
What did you expect when you opened up my heart? Did you expect to see shattered pieces everywhere or an open space you could just walk in and redecorate. Placing pieces of you around the place like you’ve already moved in. With no regards to if I even wanted you there or not? So tell…
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Prompt: peace // Letters to September – 21
Peace is acceptance, freedom, it’s bliss.It’s moving on, pure joy, and letting your guard down.It can be found or something that you miss.But what if you’ve never known it.Will you chase what can’t be captured?Will you search for something more?Or will you spend your days being fractured.Unwilling to explore? But it’s also something that can…
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Prompt: a story created from music // Letters to September – 19
This piece was created through the inspiration of the Rawstyle Mashup of Apashe – Lord & Master created by my dear friend Fluxi. Feeling alone and hurt by everything that occurred over the past years. Not listened to, feelings dismissed and pushed away. Realisations of not being treated well by peers, loved once’s or spouse.…
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Prompt: the sea // Letters to September – 18
Calm and wild during night and day.The waves will always listen to what you have to say.No matter what age you are, where you’re from or where you stand.Walk along her shores and discover her soft brushes when she kisses the sand.Play with her waves as they curl and break.But don’t get to cocky because…
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