22 / Female / Writer / Aspiring English teacher / In favor of dogs, nature, fun, shoes, the sea, photography and kind people. Here you'll find aspects of classic & modern literature, my own work & book covers.
Discovering the memorandum of the past
In an old tumblr blog
Words of pain
Of hurt and heartbreak
Years gone by
Depression, heart ache.
Well here I am,
With colours and flowers
And love filled with happiness.
Dogs and peace with the man of my dreams.
I found myself and found him too
Yet lost the sadness I had become.
Here I thought I would do a little post on book setting prompts to help all you fellow writers. Sometimes you can find some real inspiration from others so these are from my mind. Feel free to re-blog or tag others to help out a friend.
-Park
-Beach
-Concert
-Traffic jam
-Swimming baths
-Strawberry field
-Hotel
-School
-Supermarket
-Bedroom
-Coffee shop
-Hairdressers/barbers
-Farm
“My hand held your hand And my hand also held the gear stick of my own car as I drove up the hill crying my eyes out The wind screen wipers didn’t help I sat with you on my sofa in love I also sat in a random car park staring out into an empty field and welcoming the desolation The cigarette didn’t help My lips caressed yours But they also touched the coffee at morning and gin at night None took away the consciousness to the extent I desired Now I lay in bed Drink my orange juice And smile”
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“I have to get used to consoling myself when the world doesn’t do what I want it to do. Now me and him are separated, I can’t go to him for comfort any more when life gets tough- instead I have to let it toughen me up. I have to make strength seep deep into my own bones when I get knocked over time and time again.”
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daisy chains in summer
bare feet on concrete,
will you be here?i so wanted your hand to hold
big and strong like the waves we
flowed through on our beach in wales.its too late now lover.
you werent here. werent here
during summer. now its rusty leaves
and bare trees. no daisy chains but socks on feet.
try to hold my hands
you say they’re just like the childs that handed us rocks on
the sandy bank. smooth and pure.
i say they’re cold and dry.
you beg me to try.
how to try, when all my efforts
gone. spent on summer
cutting grass and pressing flowers
like a princess tottering around her tower.the dog cowered when you came for me.
she knew what you did to me.
she loves me for me.
like you so much wanted to do but couldnt find it in you.
its okay to sometimes feel like you don’t know yourself. like you’re lost inside your own body. with the rate we change, its healthy to feel that way
They try to trace the weather forecast:
calm waters and pleasant sun. They think
they are nothing but successful yet the broadcast
doesn’t show your thunderstorm within.
Why should you be labelled as weak?
They’d want to lessen your load.
Just know that sometimes a cry is needed to tweak
One of your frantic episodes.
You can be delicate and still fight to the heavens
For what you want to do. There is not always
something wrong with tender tears being present.
Fear. They’re scared of emotions in different ways.
They don’t know your mind and maybe even
you don’t but it is something to believe in.
if we don’t have love anymore, do we have anything to write?
shattered skin and wispy hair
kiss me now please, if you dare
you know theres something
connecting us
for once in your life then, just trust
