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.

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Chapter Setting Prompts!

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

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“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.

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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

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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.

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if we don't have love anymore, do we have anything to write?

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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

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I live in the only white house on the street I cry walking towards it because im almost in my safety zone The memories of you and me Cause me to nibble at the hanging wicklows on my fingers I want to remove myself because theres no hope for me After having you nobody can beat you

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“Don’t we just fall in love with the second and the third, simply because they bare some resemblance or have features of the first?”

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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.”

—

lsbelleswriting

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

lsbelleswriting

I’ve just had to email my four poems as a draft to my creative writing lecturer (the first time ive done this) has anyone else ever struggled with letting their poems go to someone you personally know? like, its SO personal. ill gladly let strangers brood over them, but let someone ive met look over them?

hell no

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Snap out of it You said. You’re Capable of anything you want I’m capable of ruining my morning as soon as I open my eyes By thinking about how incapable I am Of living and life And loving Myself. Don’t leave me

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how are you I miss you you wont even receive this and im glad I hope you dont even think of me and that youre making your garden and home lovely as you've always tried I think about your son and how he loved any toys with wheels he must be out of baby grows now I cant seem to feel for anyone as strongly as I have for you its been a long time now nothing can ever be as concrete I just hope youre happy and I hope ill one day be truly happy too

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