forum give me a prompt and i'll write you a poem! [ closed for now ]
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@darling-velocipede group

just what it sounds like! i'm looking for inspiration to get out of a bit of a block, so please give me a word, phrase, sentence, prompt, theme, aesthetic or whatever and i'll write you a poem and put it in this chat.

@darling-velocipede group

@drying-on-a-clothes-line-sock "Two best friends walk in a forest, Ghibli style, with whimsical magical creatures wandering nearby :)" did you mean: two best friends sprint through a forest with tones of reciprocated lesbian longing and contemplations of inherently feral girlhood?

@sock group

@drying-on-a-clothes-line-sock "Two best friends walk in a forest, Ghibli style, with whimsical magical creatures wandering nearby :)" did you mean: two best friends sprint through a forest with tones of reciprocated lesbian longing and contemplations of inherently feral girlhood?

Wowie - Your writing style is amazing. This is really good! :0

@ElderGod-Icefire

Prompt: whimsical fantasy that is both dangerous and alluring, and a young man lost to time (if that doesn't make sense or is too hard, lemme know and I'll change it!)

@Milani eco

hmmmmmm…… danger and power of the ocean :)

aaaaand photos dont show up normally on notebook for me so could you please type it>

@darling-velocipede group

Prompt: whimsical fantasy that is both dangerous and alluring, and a young man lost to time (if that doesn't make sense or is too hard, lemme know and I'll change it!)

quite pleased with how this one turned out, to be perfectly honest!

@darling-velocipede group

this… might be my fav of all the ones i've done so far.

prompt: danger and power of the ocean

My love said she hated me, then drove her car into the sea
across the beach it broke the surf, wheels churned until
murky water divided the windshield. I stared straight forward into that
childish mural of earth and sky. Something in my core ached
to hold her hand. I think she would have crushed mine if I tried.
We could let the fish drink marrow, we could let
the corals take and rend color to our bones. These bodies are heavy; mine heavier
for having you beside it.
All I could do was laugh because she’d never spoken in riddles before it.
The salt is getting to your brain, I replied. The ocean is dangerous and the ocean is powerful,
or didn’t you ever read The Old Man and the Sea?
The moment of quiet she lent me then was blissful because I thought
I’d won. A victory, even a false one, melts sweet and slow on your tongue.
She snapped. That wasn’t the point of the book at all. The Old Man and the Sea said
pride is holy and death holier. And it was an exercise in boring high school students
to tears.
Water began to trickle in, dancing with sparkling grains of sand, and
pool around my boots. I’m a tide pool creature, now.
Don’t you miss being that young? When you could say “This fucking English teacher
is a witch. I hope a house falls on her,”
and not be afraid of opening your phone to a text from her
church group saying she’d died of… I don’t know, pneumonia? Last Tuesday?
When she turned her eyes on me, they were milky white and uncertain and I couldn’t recall:
had she always been blind? Had she always been scared?
Did Ms. Gregor really die?
No.
Why would you lie to me? A tear slipped down her face like she was
an animated character, and not the girl who slept on the bus beside me, her head on my shoulder.
It was a joke, my love, an allegory.
Why do you keep calling me that?
My love? Because you are. (Because I can’t remember her name).
I said I hated you; I drove my car into the sea with both of us inside it.
I noticed. Can you drive us back out, please?
She nodded, but set to changing the clock on the dashboard. With each click, the sky performed it’s theatre of lights above us until the tide went low, around one in the afternoon, and she set the gears to reverse.