Write.as Cues

Weekly encouragements to help you express yourself.

By Stylo-S

“If you want to fly, you have to give up the shit that weighs you down” – Toni Morrison

Then, I guess, if I weren't afraid, I'd fly. I would not feel this weight in my heart, these knots in my stomach, experienced everytime I think I'm about to be seen. If I weren't afraid, I'd be me, I'd stop acting, I'd be honest and truthfull. I'd be as light as a feather, cause fear is the only thing that is weighting me down. Once I free myself from fear, I will be able to feel and think freely, and even express myself. I will be the fluid that I know I am, and not the solid trapped by its own contours.

In response to the Afraid prompt

By Stylo-S

When I was younger, There were no colors, no shapes. The past stays foggy.

A response to the Haiku prompt

By Ethan Silvernail

A frog sits nearby The ancient serene inlet Suddenly, a splash

A response to the Haiku prompt

By Coralie Rozenblum

I do have a Now page (in french) on my blog so I'll translate it here.

What I do, read, learn right now :

A response to the Now prompt

By John Dorroh

Serval cats tiptoe near nuclear power plants in Johannesburg

A response to the Haiku prompt

By Dark Frost

(Just one of those many Random thought without context I do have sometimes during night)

Sometimes I find myself waking up in midnight crying helpless and holding my pillow tears won't stop falling from my eyes. There's a pain in me and it hurts and I don't know why. Feels like this pain is a part of me or maybe am a part of the pain. A far stretched loneliness clouding my vision and I get covered in this darkness of it. This weird feeling of missing something or someone stays there. This longing and yearning never seems to end. I am a composed person and am calm but right now right here in this four walls I am... Idk what am I? I feel like loosing myself or maybe I have lost myself already and Honestly there's no way to confirm either of it. Why do I feel this way and when exactly it all started is a mystery to me. I am trying to make sense out of it. As soon as the sunlight kisses the earth on its forehead. The world seems to wake up. Everyone going back to their slumber.

A response to the Now prompt

#Now

By Andreas

I’m searching for the optimal blog service and maybe I have found it in Write.as. But I’m not sure yet. I have a Posthaven blog, a Micro.blog and a blog hosted by Write.as. I like them all, but it’s too much to handle. Still I want to keep them all. My native language is swedish. On my Posthaven blog I only write in swedish. On Micro.blog I’ve been doing both swedish and english and the same for my Write.as blog NDRS.WORK. I write about my life, nothing special. Nothing great for other to read but I like it. And it helps me focus on today. If there are any other multiple blog service users out there I have a question for tou? How are you handling things?

In response to the Now prompt

#Now

By Chap Ar Rod Ani

antiguos dogmas imágenes caducas reverdeceran

A response to the Haiku prompt

By Luna Rose

Wind whips around me I feel the cold in my bones Winter is here now.

A response to the Haiku promt

By Emery Rose

there is no love felt in the light of a million diodes and the laughter carried over a thousand miles of fiber still cannot fill the room or be felt in my chest a constant stream of unicode tells me we are here together but my heart tells me

connection lost service unavailable

A response to the National Poetry Month prompt

#NationalPoetryMonth

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