I saw a prompt in my scrolling tonight
Someone wrote a beautiful poem with
The words of their last text as words
Of poetic inspiration and wrote a great
Sonnet to someone they loved so what?
I don't remember the what last text I...
Wait I remember my words but they
Were a lie does that still count? maybe
Maybe not I don't know anymore they
Weren't really a lie just a half-truth so what?
No not a half-truth they were real maybe I
Meant what I said but somehow I wish
I didn't because they hurt it hurt to send
The last text I sent you and to move on
Like I was fine and I'm not but so what?
Were they truly real? I don't know maybe
They weren't maybe you weren't and I just
Made you up in my head like I do everyone
Else lying my way through relationships and yes
I'm pretending I know what I'm doing so what?
Grammarly says there's mistakes in this write
I fixed one you're welcome but you won't ever
Be able to tell like you said you would be able to
You said you promised actually you promised me
forever but if promises are made to be broken then
I need just a little help :)
If everyone who reads this could comment a color down below that would be great. Try not to repeat any and if all the colors are taken just get creative. I want to use the order of the colors in the comments as the order in which my book will be written.
Thanks everyone :)
Pardon the Interruption
I have a couple of announcements.
First off, I am changing my profile name to OceanofStorms for the time being. I know many of you chose OceanofStars as your favorite when I asked for your thoughts on my new name ideas, but I am not feeling very starry right now. I am doing fine, the stars will always be reflected on my waves, they’re just a bit harder to see right now.
I also know some of you like my current name, and you are right in saying that it reflects who I am, or who I was. Elsie was a nickname from a numer of years ago and while people still use it occasionally, it’s from a part of my life that I’d rather not hold on to. To remember is a powerful thing, but to be stuck in the past will only inhibit my future.
Second, I’ll probably change my profile picture at some point as well. I’m not sure what it will be yet, but I might as well let you all know.
Third, I am going to start my first book. I’ve been thinking about doing a color-inspired series and when I posted my Questions? post someone submitted the idea and reminded me of what I wanted to do. I’m not sure what it will be called yet, so if anyone has any ideas I am open to them.
Finally, I would like to make two comments on the recent issues surrounding the actions of some Prosers. I am not condoning their actions or attacking anyone, the situation was handled very well and I hope to see some changes made in how we interact with one another.
That being said, I would like to see some more critiquing in our community. We are all here to write and grow as writers and I feel as though it is harder to grow if issues are not pointed out with our writing. I am not saying that we should go around pointing out everyone’s flaws, far far far from it. I would never want to critique the poem of someone who does not appreciate it and I would never want to hurt them or discourage them from writing. All I propose is that we try to be more open to it. We are a close community and there are many writers I respect here. If an experienced writer who I have interacted with frequently (let's take @danceinsilence for example) commented on my post and said “I think it would be stronger if you did it this way” I would so so so appreciate it. The only writer I can think of who has done this for me is @TeaRise I think, and I am very grateful to her for it. When I have disagreed with what she thinks I should do, I have explained to her why I wrote something a certain way and she has been understanding. I have also taken some of her advice in the past and edited my posts.
If this is something only I want, I understand that. There’s nothing wrong with learning to do something by yourself and there are beautiful benefits to this method of learning. I guess I just want to point out that there have been times I’ve asked for honest critiques and been slightly disappointed when I didn’t really get any. Encouragement is wonderful, I love receiving it and giving it to others, but I think many people can also benefit from a well-said critique.
The second comment I wanted to make is that I have been honestly impressed with how our community handles issues. Are there outbursts? Yes. Do people say things that are too aggressive or misunderstood? Yes. Are we perfect? No. But we care, and we apologize, and we work to make it better. I know there are possibly some people leaving our site, which is understandable and is their choice, but I love the dedication our users have to this community.
Ok, that’s everything, thanks for reading my long post :)
Answers #28, #29, and #30
Last ones guys :) I’m so happy it came to exactly 30, if it had been 29 I may have had a panic attack. However, if there are any more questions ever added to my questions post I will gladly answer them! Thanks for all the involvement you guys, this was a lot of fun for me and I hope you all loved it too. I know there are some questions I skipped over. I probably won’t be answering them directly but will put them in poetry form. I will tag the people who asked them when I do post my “answers”. Thanks again everyone :)
Our last three questions were asked by @Never_More and they are:
(1.) What’s your absolute favorite memory? (2.) If you got to name your kids anything, what would their names be? (3.)Who is your role model?
1) I have a really really bad memory. I can hardly remember what I did yesterday. I also don't think I could ever pick a favorite memory because even tiny moments have huge impacts on me. Maybe if I picked a person or a place I could say my favorite memory of that but it would have to be more specific.
For the sake of getting this question answered (it's the reason I have taken a week to post this), I'm just going to pick a random memory that I like and tell you about it.
When I was in first grade, I was the only girl who enjoyed playing with the boys in my class. Anyone who is around my age will remember that boys have awful disgusting cooties that will infect our brains if we get too close. Obviously, this isn't true, but all the girls in my class acted as though they really were an infectious disease. I think that the only reason I didn't buy into this was the fact that I had three younger brothers at the time who were some of my best friends. That, and the fact that I had crushes on five or six of the guys in my class ;). Yes, I know I was crazy, I was seven, you don't have to point it out.
Anyway, the school we went to had a huge field with a playground on one side. When the field ended, there was a parking lot, a small hill, and another parking lot with a grassy strip and a cluster of trees near the bottom of the hill. If you looked at it from above, it made a huge square with the playground at one corner and the trees down in the opposite corner. We were confined to this area to play (the parking lot was empty and safety wasn't as huge of a deal). As soon as we were released for recess, the girls and the boys split and went to opposite corners. The boys would go up to the playground and play titanic, the girls went down to the trees and play house or family.
My favorite memories from this time are the schemes I would make to get away from the girls so I could play with the boys. I always started out with the girls, but most of the time we played that I was in captivity for whatever reason. Sometimes I was in timeout, sometimes I was grounded, sometimes I was in charge of all the food. Most often I was a Siberian Husky puppy who would pull the girls around in a sleigh (I had a jump rope around my waist and they would run behind me while I ran, again, safety wasn't as big at that time lol). If I could get out of the rope or they didn't tie me up tight enough, or I could escape through a "window", I would run up the hill to the boys because they desperately needed me.
I said that they played titanic, which seems like an awful game to play but we had read the book as a class in the beginning of the year and all of them loved the story. Of course, none of them wanted to die, so they needed someone to make sure the ship didn't sink.
Which is where I came in. Somehow, I convinced them I was a hamster who could fix any leak or damage done to the boat. That was the ONLY reason they let me play at first. They wouldn't talk to me (cooties again), unless it was to yell, "WE HAVE A LEAK!!!!" and I would have to run over as quickly as possible. If they got bored of me and decided they wanted to abandon ship, they would throw me overboard and I would head back down to the girls and the game would repeat itself.
Eventually, everyone realized that they weren't going to stop me from switching sides, so they just accepted it. The girls began feeling bad for the boys, who would sink if I didn't go up to check on them every once in a while. The boys figured that the class would be too small if the girls died of starvation or got stuck in a snowstorm without their husky to get them out.
And that's the end, ta da! :)
2) My best friend and I had a list of all the names we loved and wanted to possibly give our children when we have them. Unfortunately, I lost that list. At some point it got deleted from my phone, but honestly, I have no idea what happened.
Some girls’ names I like are River, Amberly, Alicia, Selene, Camari, Taylor, Dawn, Kaelyn, and Nova
Boys’ names would be Liam, Ethan, Noah, Theodore (my friend might have dibs on that one though, I don’t remember), Rowan, and Michael. I have a harder time with male names, I don’t really LOVE any of these.
I like the name Alex for both genders.
3) My role model would probably be my highschool bible study leader. I went to her study for all four years and she helped me work through so many different things. She was also the only close relationship I had outside of my family that has lasted through the four years without fail. She has an amazing heart and cares so much for those around her that I cannot help but respect her for it. I haven't always agreed with her, but she helped me solidify my beliefs anyway. She didn't have any expectations and as the group changed she worked to make everyone comfortable. The group dynamic when I graduated was entirely different than it was when I was a freshman, but she was still comfortable and consistent in herself and what she believed.