Discussion Creative Writing Megathread

[ladylazarus4]

Love (a triptych)
i.
You have hungry eyes
And I, like a fat fruit fly,
Am made to be consumed.

A hand fruit in summer, I
Drip drip drip
Sticky drops into the sea
Evaporate the water
Until you find me

And it all comes raining down
Till even Atlas drowns

ii.
Our bodies thrum their hallowed rhythm
like hummingbirds on a summer morning
You drink your fill from my succulent heart
Beak dipped between two ribs
(I, the source. You, the savior)

Or aspen leaves in the mountain at noon
Peel away the bark till I am raw
And sticky with yellow sap
I am the syrupy confection

Or the cicadas in the humid evening
I claw my way of my old shell
You crawl into it, and I into yours
We are at home within each other.
We are each other

iii.
I cannot seem to write about love
Without returning to consumption.
How macabre, this love,
How adolescent
It is tired:
How often has it been written as
Tart pomegranate juice dripping down a chin,
Jewel-toned and lustful?
Or the devotional bite of canines into flesh,
The meat, the sustenance,
The hunger.
Is it love?

 

[lacrimosa]

This wall is so high

It is conquering my faith, I am a distant memory now, a solemn wraith filled with hate and self-doubt

I shout and scream and pound my fists against this fever dream, this fate that was sealed so long ago

I am hollow now, my mouth is dry as I swallow my pride again and again, no friends to comfort me as I lose my innocence

Waging wars against myself that peel back the layers to reveal the horrors locked inside my broken, tell tale heart

I am smart they say, but stuck in this room waiting for the day where doom will knock, the opposite of an expectant mother waiting for its baby to leave the womb and start a new life filled with hope

But there is nothing to help me climb this wall, I have given up and there is no rhyme or reason as death is represented in every season, every note, every word I ever spoke is treason against myself

Where is mercy, where is hope, when will I change and let go of this pain?

I want to erase my name, chase the future and forgive these wrongs

I want to choose the right path, and laugh to show it's alright and let go of these equations and math that doesn't add up

Because it's all confusion and illusions that feed these delusions, but I will wipe this slate clean and leave fate behind and push against the current and forget this pain being all I've learned... because I've seen tragedy, I've faced death and he stated that I'm not ready so I will push against this wall steadily with every breath

So, this is my fight, my war, and I will have to fight what's in store tonight or tomorrow, but I will conquer this sorrow and sing for the love of life

Because that is what is right...

 

[shrobae]

what can i do to curb my writer's block/ brain fog. im really stuck here

 

[Professor K]

here's a short poem I wrote in high school as I felt lonely around other kids

HALLWAY NO.1
Faces stuck to the phone
Disconnected in the hallways
Chewing gum and blasting deaf tone
Stimulated in all ways

So that they never feel alone

Together with no gateways.

 

[Paranorm2]

what can i do to curb my writer's block/ brain fog. im really stuck here

I'd suggest just writing the first things you think of without judgement, no matter how random or silly, no holding back. Keep at it for a couple minutes and something good will eventually pour out. That's what works for me :)

 

[killorbekilled]

I published two web novels but haven't updated in 2 months. I hate how I wrote it. one had 4 chapters and the other has the prologue