#collaborative poetry

Have you tried yoga? Yes, and more. Have you tried turmeric? Yes, and more. Have you tried aspirin? Yes, and more. Have you tried sunlight? Yes, and more.

Yes, I have tried… Occupational therapy, Pain management, Positive thinking, Physical therapy, Essential oils, Acupuncture, Meditation, Ointments, Exercising, Injections, Vitamins, Massage, Steroids, Resting, Braces, Wraps, Herbs, Reiki, Heat, Ice, …and more.

You can't comprehend this type of pain, unless you have felt it as well.

There have been times I was so desperate for a moment of relief I might've eaten dog poop if I thought it would have helped.

So, please stop asking if I have tried…

by @straelynndrake

This poem is open. If you live with chronic pain, chronic illness, or invisible disability, feel free to reblog and add your own “Have you tried…?” and what you’ve tried.

Mondo poem w/ @annotated-catastrophe

@nightshadereaper66: Why is it that winter’s sun Feels weak and on the run But when summer’s light shines The world becomes covered in vines?

--prompt from @september-stardust

Wake me with a quote from The Lemon Tree

Indulge me with extra honey over pancakes.

Let’s have sunset conversations and Saturday laughter.

All this may look like shrunken love,

PS. The passages in italic type are those written in Spanish by Octavio Paz, and translated by Charles Tomlinson. The passages in roman type are those written in English by Charles Tomlinson.

From "Day", Airborn.

we're back with september writing prompts for the second year running! it might be a little far through to follow these day by day but feel free to use them beyond this month too! interpret these as literally or as figuratively as you'd like, and if you'd like some further details or to read some of the pieces so far, check out my insta :)

p.s. if you want me to see your poem here on tumblr, make sure your first tag is #sparksinseptember, and the next one is the prompt/s you used xx

thirty days hath september... take your first line from a nursery rhyme.

write a poem from the first column of your recently-used emojis

summer folds into copper and gold

a love made of layers

channel the child

what does 'intricate poetry' look like to you? write a piece or share a poem that you feel embodies intricacy.

your other self

enter ethereal, exit angst

share a poem that breaks your heart

share a poem that heals your soul

A is for Afterthought

a little catastrophe

language 101

"aim beyond morality. be not simply good; be good for something" - Henry David Thoreau.

triumph tastes like...

a paradoxic toxic thought

where keratin meets melanin

write a cinquain

villains in vienna

search instagram for an artist you don't already follow. write an ekphrastic poem, making sure to share and credit the artist.

fear slayer

familiar strangers

biscuits and broomsticks, i've done it again (and other mixed-up, made-up metaphors)

rainy days and poetic haze: pick the first song on shuffle from a random 'rainy day' playlist and write a poem.

hope's home

cards on the table

smells like city

excuse the intrusion

"you can't use up creativity. the more you use, the more you have" - Maya Angelou.

the poet's good luck charm

The sky is full of stars tonight and though I wish for you on every single one of them, we’re still defining the thought of gravity with each abandoned rose petal. I don’t know how to feel just a little bit - maybe I don’t love, I consume, yet to touch another’s hand, you have to first open yours. 

I’m sorry for a lot of things, but none of them are you. I only dream of things I have never seen- maybe I only dream of you. I just want you to be able to say that when you needed a hand mine was always there.  

And do you feel my longing every time I look to the night sky? 

I could pretend to be fascinated with the constellations but really I’m just thinking about you, about how we see the same stars at different times and still can’t seem to explain our point of views... 

 Lately I don’t know if I believe in love. To many promises that never gained enough speed to leave the ground but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t believe whatever you say to me. I just know that disaster seems to follow in my wake and I just don't want any more casualties caused by my destruction. 

 - And if I hesitate to take your hand when you reach for me, it’s not that I don’t want to.. It’s just things don’t seem to end well when I’m involved.