If the ship sails leaving trails of a wailing scene, And you get weary fighting treacherous currents, "Keep swimming" on a parallel path. When soul wash up ashore, leaving only your bare body near a wide sea, "Keep walking" until you reach a secret cave. When the last strand of your phoenix feather steadily settles in a quite cavern, "Remain calm" you'll rise again from ashes. With tattered wings, you'll fly higher and realize only such wings can fly you to the horizon where you'll unlock metaphors. Until then, "Keep swimming" Someday, you'll cross paths with your lost smile and find your purpose. A fallen soul can still survive Rip tides and undertows. ~Longchar_T
DEDICATED TO ALL WRITERS WHO LOOK UTTERLY CRAZY TO HUMANS. I MAY LOOK CRAZY BUT I'M PERFECTLY SANE.
I : To pages! Them : TO PAGES!
- I may spill evil with my ink, but it spills truth, nothing but the truth -
With my pen's tip, I ooze out blood. It could have been blood clots if I harbored it longer. I spill them all on a blank paper, gagging as I treat a nauseous congested mind. It's relieving until it comes back with a capital TW. Then I battle the same fight, refilling the same pen.
When I read a writer's page, I get to watch them spill secrets. Their secrets are my medicine, keeping me alive. The Humdrum of daily life seem so far off whilst reading and I find myself bringing back an innocent crease that I had lost long ago "a smile."
Yes, I do fall for characters because hopeless romantics do not have a chance in this world, do they? They're BETRAYED and SHATTERED. But there's a hideout in pages where the fall is rather EXHILIRATING and oh so ROMANTIC!
I have these symptoms: (Chainverse)
"Remembering scenes, but never the names of the books, books that made me fall for characters, but never remember character names, Names of lovers who made me fall for books, remembering you."
To anyone who can't comprehend what I write, here's another bizarre note to Jamie:
Well, I came across a man named Jamie while perusing on writing prompts. It was love at first sight and here is a Clerihew Poem for my Jamie-
"Dear Fictitious Jamie Kurt, If you ever come out of pages to visit Earth, I'll be waiting for you by the portal. Love, Your Mortal."
//This is a bit messy, I'll clean this up one fine day//
In a far-flung hill, a young shepherd stares at the horizon pondering about a better life in the city.
A dime rolls in the pavement, shoelaces loosely hang on electric wires roadside railings save many, some hitchhike to a new destiny barista serving two cups now serves a slice of cheesecake skyline replacing horizon, she unshackles her mystery in a roofless car unending tunes honking, young man rubs the corporate windows a woman takes the train going nowhere after her last lover left her for another bartender tends to a single father who swallows his untold pain rich kids walk pass shoelaces tied by hungry street children.
Old couple sat on a park bench reminiscing their first date, the breeze gently caresses the fallen leaves. As the night draw closer, the couple hug their last lullaby.
Meanwhile, the train reaches a stop then she walks into a bar where she meets the man of her dreams.
A dime to fill his stomach, a kid with no shoelace picks it up and runs with glee.
Okay miraquill, I am not taking off anymore XD Jokes distant. Thank you very much. Thank you for always handing my reflections a way out. Thank you for all the fantastic prompts that boosted me in stretching out my wings since day one. Thank you for your unwavering backing and love THANK YOU BERRY-MUCH <3 @miraquill
Thank you for always sitting there and hoisting my hopes Your reposts and comments will always be a success THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING ♡ @writersnetwork