Literature Is The Most Agreeable Way Of Ignoring Life.

me: oh look a writing competition for people my age, let’s enter

writer’s block: -twerks its way into my open document-

me: understandable have a nice day -just stares at the blank document thinking about writing rather than actually writing-

by josemostajo

Imagine if we lived forever,

Time goes on but we're frozen like ice.

Childhood pets would be here til the end,

Family with you all your life.

Young children would never grow,

People in a coma stuck in a limbo

Between life and death, not alive

But not given the relief of passing away.

Young people are free forever

But that teen mother with three kids

Is chained to them for infinity;

She may physically live forever

But her life ended a long time ago.

And what about when the sun expands,

Consuming the earth and we're left

To float in nothingness, torn from

Limb to limb, pain without death,

Is this nature's punishment for us?

Winter Jasmine/

Here Now

earliest morning, golden aura

inaugurates the policy of the day:

a blazing bonfire of mandarin kisses

creates an inferno of radiant beauty

heat and light, illuminate and ignite

hope above a frostbitten, february horizon

promise of warmer days to come

after winter's mountains of snow

and castle walls, iced in icicles

dissipate into winter jasmine,

snowdrops, crocus and daffodils

bouquets of blooming blossoms

that spill splashes of magic

permeate the mood of the moment

with hues of exuberance and pure joy

excitement of being here, now

©️ @followcb ☆ February 16, 2021

Image & Poem by Chris Bartlett

Kauneonga Lake, New York

I'm a writer, which means I have 15 ideas, to which I have the beginning, the entire world, 3 unnamed charakters and the specific lines at the end

ME PRESENTING MY GARBAGE FICS TO THE AUDIENCE

OKAY DOINKERS!

This fic *slaps fic's ass* has so many words in it but not so many because I can barely articulate myself in a textpost that you will be AMAZED I was able to write this trash.

Could it be better?

Yes.

Do I care?

Absolutely.

Am I ashamed?

You betcha.

I'll save my homework for tomorrow then 🤷‍♀️

“Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.”

— Pablo Picasso (via meineluft)

when you’re parents make you do something while you’re in the middle of writing your fic and when you come back you don’t even know what you’re writing anymore

bonus points if someone comes in and interrupts you and you have to start all over.