Top Posts Tagged with #alittlebitofnightmusing

Elements Tag Game RULES: Bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

I was tagged by @heartsofmuse

I tagged people pretty much at random, so if you feel that I ought to have tagged you, please consider yourself tagged and have at it. I don’t normally do these things, ever, so if I’m getting it wrong, be kind. It’s been a rough week.

AIR

I have small hands • I love the night sky • I watch small animals and birds when I pass them by • I drink herbal tea • I wake to see dawn • The smell of dust is comforting • I’m valued for being wise •I prefer books to music • I meditate • I find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE

I don’t have straight hair • I like to wear ripped jeans and overalls •I play an organized sport • I love dogs • I am not afraid of adventure• I love to talk to strangers • I always try new foods • I enjoy road trips • Summer is my favorite season • My radio is always playing

WATER

I wear bracelets on my wrists • I love the bustle of the city • I have more than one set of piercings • I read poetry • I love the sound of a thunderstorm • I want to travel the world • I sleep past midday most days • I love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs • I rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia • I see emotions in colors not words

EARTH

I wear glasses/contacts • I enjoy doing the laundry • I am a vegetarian or vegan • I have an excellent sense of time • My humor is very cheerful • I am a valued advisor to my friends • I believe in true love • I love the chill of mountain air• I’m always listening to music • I am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER

I go without makeup in my daily life • I make my own artwork • I keep on track of my tasks and time • I always know true north • I see beauty in everything • I can always smell flowers • I smile at everyone I pass by • I always fear history repeating itself • I have recovered from a mental disorder • I can love unconditionally

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Silence

Silence is a slow burn,

To a spiraling mind.

A funnel cloud,

Touching ground

From the sky.

Silence is

an endless maze,

Of dead end thoughts.

For an over thinker,

Silence is a prison

Without walls.

It was a weekday during school that we decided to meet. The library, 7 o’clock. You wanted help studying for our science course. I knew you were too smart to really need my help. I was glowing inside: knowing that what you really wanted was me, my attention. Before I left home, I saw a rabbit trapped in my back yard by my fence. It would come in and out of a little hole under one of the untreated panels, but now the snow was too high for it to get back out. I was almost late because I went outside and shoveled a little hole for the rabbit to escape. I had to ask my mom for a ride to the library, but so did you. We were young enough to be embarrassed of our seeming lack of independence, but also just old enough to assert our ability to meet. When we sat down, it was on the corner of a couch. You seemed too shy to start the conversation, so I tried my best. In person, it’s a lot more difficult than over text message. There’s no time to think. But that’s what we learned. We didn’t need time to think. After a few minutes, the conversation flowed perfectly and kept going until the library closed. I remember the way your eyes looked at me and the way your hair was set. You had done it on purpose, probably for the second time that day, and I was too sophomoric to notice. When we left, I noticed the same dilemma as when we arrived. As soon as the threshold of the library was broken, we were awkward teenagers looking for our parents’ headlights again. A quick smile, a “see you tomorrow”, and we went our separate ways. Since our relationship didn’t last long, I’m baffled by how many times I lay awake thinking of that night. I’m not sure if you think of me often, but I am sure you remember our quiet winter meeting. It makes me feel like my rabbit. You snowed so hard on my soul that I might never find my little escape path.

#submission #alittlebitofnightmusing #not a chs #study mention #stories #prose #I loved this you guys better read the whole thing

Writers write with pen, Poets write with their hearts.

Is it writing if the ink I spill is the blood from my own heart? Or does that then possess a new meaning? Would it be right to say my thoughts are tearing me apart? Or would you say I’m reaching deep within to find my inner truth? I’d literally be writing with my heart. So all those who’d say I need to dig deeper, would be defining irony with every remark. The others would ask why I’d Inflict pain on myself, I’d tell them it’s because what I feel hurts. I wouldn’t be truly expressing my feelings if those who read my work weren’t able to feel my pain. Writing for me I think at that point just wouldn’t be enough. Because writers write with pen. I think I’d lean toward poetry. Poets write with their heart.

I’ll be who I want to be... you’ll see

I won’t be

Another statistic.

I’m sorry

I was born

To be different.

Its on me

To prove that

Everyone else

Was wrong.

Just because

I didn’t fit in,

Doesn’t mean

I don’t belong.

Everyone’s the same

In a small town.

They all talk

About each other

When their not around.

It’s all about

Who you know,

They only care for

What they can see.

It’s a segregated

Closed minded society.

But that wasn’t me.

I never learned how

To fall in line.

So I was left outside.

But A lonely kid,

with a dream

Is hard to confine.

I won’t be

Another statistic.

I’m sorry

I was born

To be different.

Its on me

To prove that

Everyone else

Was wrong.

Just because

I didn’t fit in

Doesn’t mean

I don’t belong.

#writerscreed #writers creed #brokensoulsuploads #excerpt from a book i'll never write #abstractcommunity #maxmundan #spilled poetry #spilled words #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #my art #my writing #art #poetry #poem original lyrics #poetry original thoughts #original poets on tumblr #theprocast #alittlebitofnightmusing

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Couldn’t find you FAQs. I submitted a post you might enjoy, though. Thanks for all your really cool work sharing cute stories!

Sorry if it was difficult to find! If you search the FAQ tag it should be the first one there, (I couldn’t get it to link in my description). But thank you so much for your submission, I actually teared up a little reading it. It’s queued and should be posted in a few days :)

#asks #answered #alittlebitofnightmusing

I trace the drops

Racing on the window

My hands are still wet

With the rain

As I pull them away

To clean my face

With the sky’s tears

This time, instead of mine

My cotton like heart

starts to weigh

Times flash by

of the good old days

When rain was

Reprive- repose lost

A heavy, soaked heart-

A slow moving start,

A riposte whatever the cost

As I close my eyes

the gentle taps

of the drops on my roof

begin to sound like a lullaby

Ferocity lost, accepting a fate

Darkness falls

It’s getting late

I lay my heavy heart down

Rain as it may,

too stubborn to drown

Tip-tip as it falls

I fall in sleep too

Unaware of present,

uncertain of future

But still in love with you

An awesome collaboration with the amazing @alittlebitofnightmusing ( his words in bold mine in italics )

Infinity-woven fabric lets Galaxies and stars peek through At me in my backyard- As I sat and wished for a sign A quicksilver star slipped across Romantically graceful, I wondered If love would bestow me a chance to sway on the edges of clouds, or would it allure me to descend with the thousand ethereal stars. I only wish for your gravity to pull me closer, whether I dissipate, explode, or simply become yours.

- A collaboration with the talented @alittlebitofnightmusing. Thank you for being so patient with my half after your collab request. I hope I did your words justice. @alittlebitofnightmusing in italics, me in regular.

#poetry #collab #collaboration #alittlebitofnightmusing

Elements Tag Game RULES: Bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

I was tagged by @heartsofmuse

AIR

FIRE

WATER

EARTH

AETHER

#thewordsmithsforge #thetelegraphersequations #yourfluidoldragdoll #alittlebitofnightmusing #nobody-ish #e-m-chavah #chucklingpecan #storiavitali #aubriestar

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Silence

Silence is a slow burn,

To a spiraling mind.

A funnel cloud,

Touching ground

From the sky.

Silence is

an endless maze,

Of dead end thoughts.

For an over thinker,

Silence is a prison

Without walls.

#submission #alittlebitofnightmusing #not a chs #study mention #stories #prose #I loved this you guys better read the whole thing

Writers write with pen, Poets write with their hearts.

I’ll be who I want to be... you’ll see

I won’t be

Another statistic.

I’m sorry

I was born

To be different.

Its on me

To prove that

Everyone else

Was wrong.

Just because

I didn’t fit in,

Doesn’t mean

I don’t belong.

Everyone’s the same

In a small town.

They all talk

About each other

When their not around.

It’s all about

Who you know,

They only care for

What they can see.

It’s a segregated

Closed minded society.

But that wasn’t me.

I never learned how

To fall in line.

So I was left outside.

But A lonely kid,

with a dream

Is hard to confine.

I won’t be

Another statistic.

I’m sorry

I was born

To be different.

Its on me

To prove that

Everyone else

Was wrong.

Just because

I didn’t fit in

Doesn’t mean

I don’t belong.

•18+ Adults Only

Watch Anya Live on Cam

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.

✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions

Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming

Couldn’t find you FAQs. I submitted a post you might enjoy, though. Thanks for all your really cool work sharing cute stories!

#asks #answered #alittlebitofnightmusing

I trace the drops

Racing on the window

My hands are still wet

With the rain

As I pull them away

To clean my face

With the sky’s tears

This time, instead of mine

My cotton like heart

starts to weigh

Times flash by

of the good old days

When rain was

Reprive- repose lost

A heavy, soaked heart-

A slow moving start,

A riposte whatever the cost

As I close my eyes

the gentle taps

of the drops on my roof

begin to sound like a lullaby

Ferocity lost, accepting a fate

Darkness falls

It’s getting late

I lay my heavy heart down

Rain as it may,

too stubborn to drown

Tip-tip as it falls

I fall in sleep too

Unaware of present,

uncertain of future

But still in love with you

An awesome collaboration with the amazing @alittlebitofnightmusing ( his words in bold mine in italics )

#poetry #collab #collaboration #alittlebitofnightmusing

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