Mostly poems and art, some quotes and short stories. Not everything is an original of mine, so if it isn't I will state so on the page. 😊
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Soooooo, let's talk about Escapril. I'm following the prompts but definitely out of what they are intended to be used as... I'm still writing the other 22 and May has already started... Welpp. It's for fun anyway so why not? (My take on the prompt is in brackets).
From mind to paper: April 2020
Prompt- is anyone listening? (When life slips away)
Have you ever stripped a blade of grass And found the white veins, the green veins, the grey veins? When fibre tastes loose from its whole, slowly Discarded on the floor. It's easy as that to shred a blade of grass I hear the scream, the anguish There's a decorative peel on the outside That take eyes' emotions away. The veins plume underneath, yellow and slow and ceasing. They die. They scream in noiseless words when they finally stop. But I hear I hear I hear I hear Is anyone else listening?
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Prompt- Earthly Pleasures: (about my guitar)
It resonates, a heartbeat, a thrum, singing, soaring in my veins. Shivers radiate up and down my spine, enchanting my bones, wearing my soul like a bird, wings of pleasure goose on my flesh, tingling. My heart ringing, pulling. Stroke a chord, gently, powerfully and it gums in my chest, thrills on my skin... it's beautiful.
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Prompt- The view from up here: (on a swing)
Feel the ground on my feet Even when it makes me bleed The brambles strum strum strum Across my skin Like a guitar on record Like my knuckles white and raw
See the ugly thing hurting Have it standing On its purple toes its crimson toes Its toes full of thorns Its toes lacerated with chords
To take a seat on the rope Push on the toes Their bones splintering Feel the world start to lift To fall
Feel the air on its feet The ugly thing with the world beneath Changing shifting moving Can it see what I see For the ugly thing is me
Lacerations dripping trails in the wind As I rise and fall then see the view from up here It is being
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Prompt- Obsession: (life)
When I turn the corner and where Becomes with who When drinking water or eating pasta Becomes drinking nature and chewing roots
Earth is in my toes my nails my pores my hair I breathe the rain until it soaks My lungs my bones my soul When my clothes are more moss than fabric
And the taste in my mouth Is the world I know I am obsessed With Life... Watch it unfurl
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Prompt- Chemical reaction (I couldn't think of anything I liked to write for this prompt so made my own- Self love/Self loathing)
Maybe it's something beneath our skin Something rhetorical It runs through us like vitamins Chastising our flaws It's a starving thing Feeding in the wires of our waist We once sat on our throne like a king And now I feed to what took your place
