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Re: laura's writing and other creative endeavours
« Reply #15 on: September 19, 2019, 08:18:41 am »
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She is shackled by her fear,
As she watches the entire world burn.
The world watches the world burn.
But in hours, the world has forgotten.
The world doesnít really care.
The world never really did.
but thereís only so much shrinking a girl can do before she disappears

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Re: laura's writing and other creative endeavours
« Reply #16 on: October 06, 2019, 08:19:05 pm »
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I wrote this waiting for a train a month and a half ago and have not edited it since. Sorry for the clunkiness.

The bird has been in this cage many times before.
She knows the darkness of this place well.
The familiarity provides little comfort,
Because bars are still bars,
And locks are still locks.

The girl has been trapped in her mind many times before,
She has lost herself in a sea of her thoughts.
She has been so fixated on all that she should become,
That she forgets all that she is.
The familiarity provides little comfort.
Just because you know what your deepest darkness looks like,
Does not mean that it does not still petrify you.
Just because you have been to the edge of your soul,
Does not mean you arenít scared of falling off the cliff..
And although thoughts are just thoughts,
They have a way of twisting themselves around you,
Inhibiting all movement and squandering every hope of growth.
If she leaves her thoughts unchecked for long enough,
They will become the bars and locks that use to bind her.

There are other ways of making people into ghosts.

The girl has learnt to free herself before.
She has learnt to turn on the light,
In the midst of her deepest darkness.
She has learnt to cling to a lifeboat,
When the roar of her mind begins to crash like waves overhead.
She has learnt to fight with everything she has.
But she has also learnt to exist in the dark.
She has learnt to embrace the panic,
To allow the thoughts to overcome her.
She has learnt to rest and regenerate.
She has learnt to wait.
Because just when it feels like it might all become too much,
She is able to embrace it all.
She stretches herself and wraps her arms around her broken bits.
She gives her soul a hug.
She shakily rebuilds herself,
And watches the cage shatter.

Just like that,
The frantic fluttering of wings stops.
The bird soars high.
Because thoughts are just thoughts.
but thereís only so much shrinking a girl can do before she disappears

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Re: laura's writing and other creative endeavours
« Reply #17 on: October 20, 2019, 06:38:26 pm »
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The little spot of darkness travelled through the light.  She gobbled and guzzled, growing bigger night by night.
She wandered in the sunlight, and meandered in the bright. Bit by bit, the blob of darkness discovered she could fly. With newfound courage, she ambled through the sky, soaring high past twinkling stars. With time, the black ball grew accustomed to the height. She began thrive on the thrill of the night. With friends among the planets, the orb soared across galaxies. In her travels, the darkness found fellowship with the aliens of Neptune. The beige octopus like creatures, crept on all eight tentacles. But- with seventeen eyes facing all directions, the void of darkness never felt as though she was talking to their faces. The loneliness of uniqueness prompted darkness to flee. And darkness found another planet, a refuge from the octopi sea. As the dark abyss explored the Milky Way, she decided that she liked the look of Saturn so there she stayed. She met creatures of all sizes, a chaotic cohort of friends. But they all had one thing in common, one thing the darkness lacked. Together they formed a bright rainbow, they were a collection of hues. And what was darkness? The chasm was absolutely nothing. And so the she fled. Once again, she was a nomad, travelling through the sky. The darkness was one-of-a-kind, and in her fear of loneliness, she found solitude. As she travelled through the universe, her anger burned within. She used the fire to fuel her growth, and a rift is what she became. In a rampage, the darkness tore through the sky. She swallowed the twinkling lights of the sky, swept through planets, leaving them barren. And then she spotted the sun. Its mesmeric glow drew the darkness in. And in the light, she slowly began to heal.
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Re: laura's writing and other creative endeavours
« Reply #18 on: October 20, 2019, 06:44:41 pm »
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The little spot of darkness travelled through the light.  She gobbled and guzzled, growing bigger night by night.
She wandered in the sunlight, and meandered in the bright. Bit by bit, the blob of darkness discovered she could fly. With newfound courage, she ambled through the sky, soaring high past twinkling stars. With time, the black ball grew accustomed to the height. She began thrive on the thrill of the night. With friends among the planets, the orb soared across galaxies. In her travels, the darkness found fellowship with the aliens of Neptune. The beige octopus like creatures, crept on all eight tentacles. But- with seventeen eyes facing all directions, the void of darkness never felt as though she was talking to their faces. The loneliness of uniqueness prompted darkness to flee. And darkness found another planet, a refuge from the octopi sea. As the dark abyss explored the Milky Way, she decided that she liked the look of Saturn so there she stayed. She met creatures of all sizes, a chaotic cohort of friends. But they all had one thing in common, one thing the darkness lacked. Together they formed a bright rainbow, they were a collection of hues. And what was darkness? The chasm was absolutely nothing. And so the she fled. Once again, she was a nomad, travelling through the sky. The darkness was one-of-a-kind, and in her fear of loneliness, she found solitude. As she travelled through the universe, her anger burned within. She used the fire to fuel her growth, and a rift is what she became. In a rampage, the darkness tore through the sky. She swallowed the twinkling lights of the sky, swept through planets, leaving them barren. And then she spotted the sun. Its mesmeric glow drew the darkness in. And in the light, she slowly began to heal.

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Re: laura's writing and other creative endeavours
« Reply #19 on: October 22, 2019, 12:51:35 pm »
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I love your writing!
Thanks Owlbird! <3

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Why am I friends with the darkness?
Why donít I fear it anymore?
Why do I let it surround me,
When it chooses to call?

I am friends with the darkness,
I donít fear it anymore,
I let it surround me,
When it chooses to call,

Because I know without the darkness,
I would love the light less.
And I know that the darkness,
Will always make way for the sun.
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Re: laura's writing and other creative endeavours
« Reply #20 on: October 23, 2019, 04:46:22 pm »
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She turned her face to the sun,
And cast her gaze upwards.
She stretched her feathers like fingertips,
Reaching and yearning.
Filled the longing within herself,
With the soft yellow light.
For a second,
She let herself forget the cage.

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Re: laura's writing and other creative endeavours
« Reply #21 on: October 30, 2019, 08:47:12 pm »
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the petals of peach
fan from the sun
the hope
that new birth brings

with spring
comes the long awaited morning
as growing and yearning
are satisfied

as shells crack
they are made whole
with the peace
of new life

growing pains fall away
shattered bodies fall away
until the only thing
that remains is light

and the hope
that new birth brings
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Re: laura's writing and other creative endeavours
« Reply #22 on: November 20, 2019, 06:12:02 pm »
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how had the night lasted so long?

it was like waking up for the first time; and realising how tightly the fog of sleep had bound you.

it was like breathing fresh air for the first time. it was really, truly being alive in a way she had never been before.

but once her thirst for freedom was awakened, she would never be able to sleep ever again.
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Re: laura's writing and other creative endeavours
« Reply #23 on: November 20, 2019, 08:25:58 pm »
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how had the night lasted so long?

it was like waking up for the first time; and realising how tightly the fog of sleep had bound you.

it was like breathing fresh air for the first time. it was really, truly being alive in a way she had never been before.

but once her thirst for freedom was awakened, she would never be able to sleep ever again.


Hey Laura,

Freedom and hope seem to be strong themes in your writing if you're comfortable answering do you know why that is?

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Re: laura's writing and other creative endeavours
« Reply #24 on: November 20, 2019, 09:17:48 pm »
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Hey Laura,

Freedom and hope seem to be strong themes in your writing if you're comfortable answering do you know why that is?
I don't want to be super depressing/weird/personal/triggering, so for those who want to read about it I'll stick it in a spoiler:
;D ;D
I really struggled with anxiety and an eating disorder and coupled with some abuse from a teacher at my old school, I went through a really, really rough time. Moving schools, making more friends and getting involved in lots of things helped to lift me out of a really dark place. I still have occasional blips and bad patches, but on the whole, things are a lot better now.
For ages, all I could write about was what happened and what I went through. It was super personal and very dark, so I never felt like I could share it. Recently, I started submitting some of my older writing to magazines and publications (under a pen name) and the response was really wonderful, but it didn't really feel like me anymore.
I think that I wanted my writing to uplift me and others, rather than be something that suffocated me. At the time, writing about how I was feeling liberated me. It was cathartic. But reading all of the things 12-year-old, abused and terrified me wrote is far more painful now than creating something new.
One day, I just sat and wrote like 30 poems, or phrases, or starts of stories. What I'm posting at the minute is me workshopping all of that gradually. I think it reflects what a great place I'm in now and how I overcame what happened to me. I think that coming out the other side of everything says a lot more about me than any of the stuff about who I was when it was happening.

Sorry if that was a little dark.

TL;DR: I wanted my writing to reflect who I am because of what I overcame, rather than what my experiences did to me. I think that this writing reflects where I am on my journey right now.
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Re: laura's writing and other creative endeavours
« Reply #25 on: December 08, 2019, 05:06:48 pm »
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She balances between the two.
Perfect harmony.
She is on the edge between who she was;
And who she is going to be.

Saying goodbye to who she was,
Seems the insurmountable task.
Habitually melancholy,
Fractured self and soul.
Fleeing the isolation of starvation,
She stares into the void.

Turning her gaze upwards,
She surveys the rocky cliff face.
Will it be worth it?
Absolutely.
But how could she know that yet?
Does the peak offer glue,
For her to bind herself back together?

Will she give way to life in her lonesome?
Or strive for something better than desolation?

She is centred between the two.
The inconceivable choice.
Is unknown ambition,
Better than the predictable pain?
but thereís only so much shrinking a girl can do before she disappears

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Re: laura's writing and other creative endeavours
« Reply #26 on: December 09, 2019, 11:11:44 pm »
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Holy wowowow. This place is an actual gold mine!! And omg.. I hope you are in a better mental place after experiencing those things and you are so strong to make it through that!!! I am looking foreward to seeing more poems and other artistic stuff! ;D

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Re: laura's writing and other creative endeavours
« Reply #27 on: December 10, 2019, 11:59:51 am »
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Great writing.

Laura, where do you write mostly? I really struggled to get much down on paper unless I was having a coffee at a cafe haha.

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Re: laura's writing and other creative endeavours
« Reply #28 on: December 10, 2019, 06:46:57 pm »
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Holy wowowow. This place is an actual gold mine!! And omg.. I hope you are in a better mental place after experiencing those things and you are so strong to make it through that!!! I am looking foreward to seeing more poems and other artistic stuff! ;D
Thanks so much! <3

Great writing.

Laura, where do you write mostly? I really struggled to get much down on paper unless I was having a coffee at a cafe haha.
I think that I end up writing mostly on the train or sitting on grass next to the train station. I tend to write more when I'm feeling tired, so I often write in bed after a long day. Whenever I sit down to write things, they often never come, so I wait until I'm feeling it.

A cafe seems like a nice place to write. Do you write many creative things or is it more assignments and essays?
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Re: laura's writing and other creative endeavours
« Reply #29 on: December 11, 2019, 09:15:35 am »
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Hey guys,
I wrote this waiting for a train a month and a half ago and have not edited it since. Sorry for the clunkiness.

The bird has been in this cage many times before.
She knows the darkness of this place well.
The familiarity provides little comfort,
Because bars are still bars,
And locks are still locks.

The girl has been trapped in her mind many times before,
She has lost herself in a sea of her thoughts.
She has been so fixated on all that she should become,
That she forgets all that she is.
The familiarity provides little comfort.
Just because you know what your deepest darkness looks like,
Does not mean that it does not still petrify you.
Just because you have been to the edge of your soul,
Does not mean you arenít scared of falling off the cliff..
And although thoughts are just thoughts,
They have a way of twisting themselves around you,
Inhibiting all movement and squandering every hope of growth.
If she leaves her thoughts unchecked for long enough,
They will become the bars and locks that use to bind her.

There are other ways of making people into ghosts.

The girl has learnt to free herself before.
She has learnt to turn on the light,
In the midst of her deepest darkness.
She has learnt to cling to a lifeboat,
When the roar of her mind begins to crash like waves overhead.
She has learnt to fight with everything she has.
But she has also learnt to exist in the dark.
She has learnt to embrace the panic,
To allow the thoughts to overcome her.
She has learnt to rest and regenerate.
She has learnt to wait.
Because just when it feels like it might all become too much,
She is able to embrace it all.
She stretches herself and wraps her arms around her broken bits.
She gives her soul a hug.
She shakily rebuilds herself,
And watches the cage shatter.

Just like that,
The frantic fluttering of wings stops.
The bird soars high.
Because thoughts are just thoughts.

This is so beautiful, you have such a way with words! Do you hope to incorporate writing into your future career or just keep it like a hobby? 😊

Random, I read the disclaimer and at first thought it said "I wrote this for a train." 😂
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