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  • sunrays-and-stardust
    24.07.2021 - 22 minutes ago

    I'm sick and tired of needing

    care and validation.

    When not even my siblings deem me worthy

    what is left of that bloodbound family?

    I'll take on a new name

    and be free.

    #in other words I'll be marrying and my brothers will not attend the wedding #poetry #talking to the void #spilled ink #excerpt of a book i'll never write #since no one cares I'll probably continue this #or maybe not
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  • saintjordie
    24.07.2021 - 35 minutes ago

    the room was a blinding white- sterile. everything was too bright to lay eyes on, yet there was a moment she peeked at a pole of silver, with a translucent, empty bag hanging atop the cart.

    it felt like an unholy ball connected to a chain that held her down.

    tying her into her worst nightmare.

    everywhere she looked was a blurry white. maybe it was the nalaxone that brought on the delirium, the pain that went up and down her abdomen, reminding her that she was no longer a mother to be. she felt wet, dirty, and helpless.

    it wasn’t real. it couldn’t be. it was an especially horrific night terror.

    maybe it was the fact that she’d been laying in a pile of her own blood for hours, tied to a hospital bed, having things shoved inside of her against her will- she was being split apart, left open and empty, her uterus and her heart.

    this wasn’t what she wanted. she wanted her son.

    there should be two hearts beating. she should be full and healthy. she should be celebrating a baby boy. halen. a hero. instead, she’s mourning a life. she’s dying, she believes. she’s not sure. as she feels more fluid spilling out of her against her will, she catches a glimpse of herself in the hospital glass.


    dark circles have an iron clad hold on her eye sockets, and her face looks like something out of a demented horror film- with raven hair stuck to her face, with an AB positive adhesive, and irises that looked so empty, she thought she’d died and this was her own personal, ceaseless hell.

    more tears.

    she looks at the man lying in the bed down the hall from where she stands and feels embarrassed for not having any control over her body.

    she shakes.

    she looks at the blinding white once more, hoping to bring about her own deliverance, but instead- she looks down and sees a lake of rich, taunting, crimson drenching her hospital gown, her legs, her feet, and the sterile white marble.

    this indeed, must be the ninth circle of hell.

    #spilled ink#poetry#spilled poetry#aesthetic#aesthetic poetry#writeundertheinfluence#poet #poetry is art #excerpt from a book i'll never write #writers on tumblr #aspiring authors #authors on tumblr #author
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  • earth444angel
    24.07.2021 - 35 minutes ago

    but there is a beauty in what we have, in the vulnerability, and we wouldn’t have that if I had stayed closed.

    #excerpt from my journal #personal#writing
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  • that-half-fae-girl
    24.07.2021 - 2 hours ago

    “How drunk are you?”

    I narrow my eyes at Drew. He’s sprawled on the chaise lounge, smoking a cigarette and looking handsome in tweed pants, a white shirt, and Docs, his dark hair swept to the side. His face is a parody of innocence, but I know better.

    “Why do you want to know?” I say, setting my glass down. Water sloshes around the bottom. “What did you do?”

    Drew laughs nervously, combing double-jointed fingers through his hair. “We have a problem.”

    “No, you have a problem. And let me guess, you caused it.” My head is still throbbing, an after-effect of the bottle and a half I downed last night, but I’m sober enough to listen to Drew. He takes a long drag on his cigarette, flicking his dark brown eyes to the side, at the large trunk that once belonged to his father, who’d been a French pirate.

    “Well . . .” Drew stands and places his cigarette on the ashtray, where it commences crumbling. A thin tendril of smoke furls up into the living room, and I fold my arms over my chest, arching a single eyebrow, a trick it took me half a century to learn. “See, I was at the bar last night.”

    “We were both at the bar last night.”

    “Right, right. And then I met a boy.”

    “Oh, great. Wonderful. So that’s where you slipped off to.”

    “Turns out the boy was a werewolf.”

    I slam my fist down onto the coffee table, leaping to my feet and advancing on Drew. He slowly backs up until his spine is pressed against the faded William Morris wallpaper. His hands are shaking. “You are such a fucking idiot!” I roar, and he hangs his head in shame. The nape of his neck is exposed, pale and with two faint scars that will never fade. Bile rises in my throat.

    “I know,” he says softly. “I’m sorry.”

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  • darichonne
    24.07.2021 - 2 hours ago

    insta: @darichonne

    #micropoetry#new poetry#spilled poetry #poets on poetry #poetry#poets corner #poets on tumblr #poetsandwriters#Greatest Poets#poets#newpoetsociety#darichonne#typography#picture quotes #excerpts from my heart #excerpt from a book i'll never write #poetry excerpt #excerpts from my writing #novel excerpt#short excerpt#remnants excerpt #excerpt from a book i'll never finish #excerpts from my life #text
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  • thepiecesofmywarzone
    24.07.2021 - 4 hours ago

    When you’re born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it’s not.

    S //

    #burning out#burn#toxic #i hate it here #running#love #excerpt from a story i'll never write #i hate this #spilled ink#runningfromtime #i hate them #excerpt from a book i'll never write #lost#spilled words #words n stuff #i would leave me if i could #fire#flames#saving#self destruction#destroy#hurt#trapped
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  • euesworld
    24.07.2021 - 4 hours ago

    "I want you to steal my heart and never, ever, ever give it back.."

    But that's a myth cause you stole it the first time that you smiled - eUë

    #i want you #steal my heart #stole my heart #you stole my heart #never give up #loki#poems#poem #give it back #spn #in my heart #touch my heart #stolen#myth#apple#green #excerpt from a book i might write #books#book quotes#smile#smiling#spilled ink#spilled thoughts#spilled words#love quotes#love #love quote life quotes #love quote for her #quoteoftheday#romance
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  • juls-writes
    24.07.2021 - 4 hours ago

    “It wasn’t like this before,” Sidus said softly, his quill falling still.

    “No,” Garen agreed, the word sitting bittersweet on his tongue.

    “What happened?” Sidus asked, and when he looked back up, he looked lost.

    “You always had bigger plans, and I only had you.” 

    “Is that it?” 

    Sidus’ eyes fell back to the desk, moving slowly from one spot to the other as he mulled it over. Garen felt drunk on exhaustion; he would have said anything now for things to return to normal. Even if it meant following Sidus to the ends of the continent, even if it meant fighting the gods, it was all he wanted. He just wanted to stop. To live without always needing a purpose.

    “Only me,” Sidus said. He looked back up at Garen with those cold blue eyes again. “Is that enough?”

    “You’re always enough,” Garen replied instantly, keeping his eyes stuck on Sidus’. For a second, he looked like the friend he’d grown up with again; wide-eyed and curious, energetic, sparkling. But when he smiled, it was knowing, too knowing, and Garen’s cheeks quickly paled.

    “Then follow me.”

    @celestepens @ecwrenn @erinnharper @akindofmagictoo @talesfromgringolandia @jadeywrites @maudlin--queer  @oddsandinks @aziz-writes

    #second draft but first draft chapters same same but different #original writing#writeblr#wip excerpt#celestial excerpt #tagliist under the cut lmk if u wanna be added/removed!
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  • meticulouslym
    24.07.2021 - 4 hours ago

    Patience is not a fun game

    Especially when those around you

    Don’t need to play

    -meticulous writings

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  • wordsbyt
    24.07.2021 - 4 hours ago

    Busted Part 1

    After the game, he arrived at the hotel. He was tired. It was a long day. Coaching the 18 year old girls travel team all day at the tourney, had him worn out. The girls all made it back from the gym to the hotel, so he was ready to chill out in his room for awhile. Get a hot shower, maybe drink a beer, relax and think about the games tomorrow. His girls were in the semi finals. “ My fuckin girls are good!” he thought out loud.

    When he gets to the door, it’s got the lock hook propped so the door won’t close.

    “What the fuck?” He thinks, but slowly goes in.

    On his bed from earlier, was his Ipad. Also on the bed was his star player. Both sitting there, Ipad open, my girl smiling.

    She asked, “doesn’t the Ipad have an autolock? You know, a 4 digit code? To get on?”

    He said “First off, how did you get in here?”

    “Your key. I grabbed the extra one in your gym bag”, she laughed.

    He fuckin’ loved her little laugh. He sees her hot and sweaty eveyday. Most days with just her sports bra on. She has nice titties from what he saw in that. And her bikini pics he looks at on her Instagram, when he is on his Ipad late at night....

    She said “ I looked at your Ipad. I looked thru your pics!”

    Then she said “they are cute”. “You and the wife are so cute. Does she like your pics, like you like mine”?

    He says “I like yours”?

    “Yes,” she replies, “On Facebook and Insta”.

    “Oooooooh,” he says.

    She laughs. Then she says “does your wife like the deleted pics”?

    “The ones that look like a hotel room”?

    He thought, “the dick pics”.........



    Part 2 based on 25 likes or more ( if ya want, ya get )


    #wordsbyt#writerscreed #excerpt from a book i'll never write #excerpt from a story i'll never write #spilled ink#love quotes#love notes#spilled words#spilled thoughts#spilled tears#quotes
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  • killmyluck
    24.07.2021 - 4 hours ago

    Writing Prompt #52

    “Holy shit thank you so much I love you.”


    “...Are you okay?”

    “Yeah, I’m fine.”

    “Okay. It just seemed like-“

    “I’m fine!”

    #dialogue inspiration#dialogue#dialogue inspo#dialogue prompt#writing#ugh fuck #writers on tumblr #mywriting #excerpt from a book i'll never write #excerpt from a story i'll never write #sadge moment
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  • theeusexmachina
    24.07.2021 - 4 hours ago

    //Will you hold this living hand?

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  • fadingfromyou
    24.07.2021 - 5 hours ago

    yeah I think it is time to disappear, not a maybe anymore

    #an excerpt from a book i'll never write #writerscreed#spilled writing#depressing quotes#quotes#anxitey#mypost#poetry #i wrote this instead of sleeping #i wrote this for myself #i want to be alone #I’m so despressed #i can’t do this anymore #i hate it all #i want to escape #my bed is full of your silhouette
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  • electric-grl
    24.07.2021 - 5 hours ago

    Do you ever wonder if the moon questions her beauty?

    If she compares her graceful silver to the brilliance of the sun?

    If she mourns the craters that fill her surface?

    If she is lonely?

    Do you ever wonder if the moon wishes she could be someone or something else?

    If she craves a love that has been denied her?

    If she questions the love she receives, if she feels undeserving?

    If she is suffering?

    Do you think she spends her limitless time unfolding the unkind thoughts in her mind?

    Or do you think the moon is not unkind to herself?

    That she is a self loving and benevolent creature

    One who appreciates the unparalleled beauty that she is

    I find myself gazing at her most nights and questioning if she is the same as me

    Or if she is better

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  • eylipses
    24.07.2021 - 5 hours ago

    As promised here's a poem I made from a long time ago. Hope y'all enjoy!

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  • m00sebl00dd
    24.07.2021 - 6 hours ago

    Soft eyes at 17, I gazed at you across the room and I swear I felt my soul on fire when you met my stare. Captured by your confidence, frozen by your fortitude, intrigued by your imagination- I collapsed in to your arms like a house of cards, building a home for myself in your heart. If only I had known that a home is built of bricks and mortar, not bones and memories.

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  • m00sebl00dd
    24.07.2021 - 7 hours ago

    Do you miss me, or do you just miss having someone?

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  • good-as-dead
    23.07.2021 - 10 hours ago

    The Goldfinch, Donna Tartt / Futile Devices, Sufjan Stevens

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