Katherine Frances's Blog, page 94
December 25, 2017
December 24, 2017
"butterfly wings buried where i last
saw you, shivering iridescence
decaying to dirt. (we all rot..."
saw you, shivering iridescence
decaying to dirt. (we all rot in
the end.) i keep crying on public
transportation. there’s something
about bus windows and their
reflections that makes me feel all
loosened inside, the thread of
my heart unspooling into the shape
of your fingerprints, a dissociation
welling up from inside. we swam
in the lake behind the milkweed,
everything dream-slow and sweet.
the monarch butterflies flitting
between wild rose and blackberry
thorns that shed the fine powder
of their scales against your fingers.
i’m sorry about breaking down on
the train again today. i wish i could
stop. everything shatters into orange
wings when i close my eyes, some
memory of a summer we have
already lost. i wish i could stop.”
- absence (a-z challenge by @inkflowsnetwork) || a.s.w. (via avolitorial)
alilaro:
some advice I got a long time ago about making your characters more realistic:
If you...
some advice I got a long time ago about making your characters more realistic:If you can’t imagine your character in silly or embarrassing situations without feeling very personally offended; take a step back, kick your character off their pedestal and let them breathe.
Let them feel and react in the same way you and others do. Let them laugh at dumb things, let them trip and fall on their face a few times. Let them experience life.
Don’t take your characters so seriously that all the fun qualities are removed in the process.
br-o-ken-poetry:
It’s likeYou are drunk.Or your feet are trappedIn quicksandAll the time.Like your...
It’s like
You are drunk.
Or your feet are trapped
In quicksand
All the time.
Like your hands
Are glued downwards.
They pull
On your shoulders,
They make your back ache.
They weigh
On your heartbeat -
As if you are underwater -
The world’s music,
Too heavy on your ears.
You curl up
Beneath a winter duvet.
Why stay awake
When all day
You are sleepwalking, anyway?
- {the weight of winter}
