Just Smudges Postponed

Hello, everybody! The past two weeks I haven’t been able to post Just Smudges because of college homework and athletics. Unfortunately, my schedule isn’t looking like it’s going to lighten up so I’ve decided to indefinitely postpone Just Smudges. I’m really sorry I haven’t been able to keep this up, but I’ll still try to post scribbles every once in a while.

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Just Smudges: Suppress

A little bit late tonight because college wifi is pretty sketchy, but whatever.

Rules (or suggestions for you rebels)

1. Read, admire, and listen to the inspiration I have provided below.

2. Be inspired.

3. Create something. If you’re a writer, write. If you’re a painter, paint. Feel free to interpret the prompts however you wish.

4. Pass on the inspiration. Share what you created on your blog and link back to today’s post in the comments.

Everyday Inspiration

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“I keep dreaming of you all the damn time.”

– tumblr//theriverjordyn


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Hold Back the River – James Bay

(listen to it on youtube here)


“Sharing our stories is an important part of healing that is often overshadowed by our fear, our shame, or our pain.”

– Brit Barkholtz, The Power of Your Story

 

Just Smudges: Poet

This week in the Just Smudges world – syllabus shock. College homework is actually quite difficult. Hope y’all (as they say in Kentucky) are having a good week.

Rules (or suggestions for you rebels)

1. Read, admire, and listen to the inspiration I have provided below.

2. Be inspired.

3. Create something. If you’re a writer, write. If you’re a painter, paint. Feel free to interpret the prompts however you wish.

4. Pass on the inspiration. Share what you created on your blog and link back to today’s post in the comments.

Everyday Inspiration

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“Life is only precious because it ends, kid.”

– Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune


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Black Sun – Death Cab for Cutie

(Listen to it on youtube here)


“I’ll be damned, you’re a poet. Welcome to hell.”

– James Wright, letter to Franz Wright

Just Smudges: Borders

Hello Smudgers!

I’m guest posting again this week! In honor of towanderlost heading to college and my own upcoming move out of state, I decided to stick with the theme of transitions and the moments inbetween. Then of course I found other pretty things, got distracted, and decided to share an eclectic mix of prompts instead. Still, hopefully you find them as inspiring as I did.

– Maddi

Rules (or suggestions for you rebels)

1. Read, admire, and listen to the inspiration I have provided below.

2. Be inspired.

3. Create something. If you’re a writer, write. If you’re a painter, paint. Feel free to interpret the prompts however you wish.

4. Pass on the inspiration. Share what you created on your blog and link back to today’s post in the comments.

Everyday Inspiration


Source: jayceebb // Tumblr
Source: jayceebb // Tumblr

I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing; when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.
– Tove Jansson, “Moominvalley in November”

 

Song of the week. // Acoustic #3 by The Goo Goo Dolls // Find it on YouTube here.


…we eat each other’s words, hearts, what’s the difference?

– Margaret Atwood, from Selected Poems II: 1976-1986


Source: inivyandtwine // Tumblr
Source: inivyandtwine // Tumblr

Just Smudges: Lost Vocabulary

My apologies that I didn’t post last Wednesday. It’s been a crazy couple of weeks and I leave for college on Monday. To be completely honest, it just slipped my mind and I didn’t remember until two days too late. I’ll try not to make this a habit.

Anyways, we have another submission from the latest Just Smudges! Mrsreckless wrote another gorgeous piece titled Writer’s Block. So please make sure you check that out.

Without further ado, here is this week’s inspiration.

Rules (or suggestions for you rebels)

1. Read, admire, and listen to the inspiration I have provided below.

2. Be inspired.

3. Create something. If you’re a writer, write. If you’re a painter, paint. Feel free to interpret the prompts however you wish.

4. Pass on the inspiration. Share what you created on your blog and link back to today’s post in the comments.

Everyday Inspiration

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I felt too much, he didn’t.

– tumblr // apoetslifeforme


Someone Anyone – Anberlin

(listen to it on youtube here)


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I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.

– Jack Gilbert, “The Great Fires”

Prism Sentence

Guest post! I’ve been kindly allowed to share an InMon scribble today. 🙂

I used to do InMon weekly way back in the day when it very first started, so this is a fun little throwback for me. I don’t write very often anymore so I’m a little out of practice, and I’m not sure one could exactly classify this as a short story but…well it’s something akin to a scribble/poem. Anyway, hope you all enjoy!

// Maddi


I used to be a writer.

As a child, my world was a wonder. The stars glittered for me and danced in the night sky and whispered their stories to me. I would watch them until with heavy lids slowly drifting shut, I would finally find my own stories deep in the wispy reaches of my young mind.

I would wake each morning and jump from my bed, running over and grabbing crayons and crumpled notebooks to scribble out the stories from the night before.

Now I’m sitting here, wishing I could tell you my story. I used to be able to write the way I speak, and words flowed easily for me. I used to be able to speak the way I wrote and the letters that slipped out made sense.

You’re sitting there. Across from me at a table too large and staring so I feel like you’re too close. I can’t get the words out. They’re all gone. I don’t know what to say and the thoughts racing through my mind are everything I shouldn’t say.

This is my fault.

My prism sentences make no sense to you. They’re fragment thoughts. Half reasons and poor excuses. My heart is breaking in two, trying to force out the right words to somehow make you understand.

It’s not you. It isn’t your fault. All of this is because of me. Because I screwed up. And I’m so sorry. I should never have let this happen to you.

But the fragments only leave both of us bleeding, and finally you give up. I watch it in your eyes as I fumble for the wrong things to say. You give up, you shove your chair back, and you hug me the last time. Your lips brush my hair, and I want to fold into your arms and take it all back.

I’m sorry.

I watch you walk away and I wish I would cry but I’m not. The tears feel like they’re there. I can feel them in the back of my tight, frozen throat, suffocating me. But they don’t slip out. Like the rest of me, they’re trapped inside.

Then you’re gone, and I stand. I wish I was still a writer. I wish I didn’t speak in prism sentences. I wish things weren’t like this.

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Just Smudges: Writer’s Block

This week in Just Smudges the theme is writer’s block because that’s what I have. Enjoy!

Rules (or suggestions for you rebels)

1. Read, admire, and listen to the inspiration I have provided below.

2. Be inspired.

3. Create something. If you’re a writer, write. If you’re a painter, paint. Feel free to interpret the prompts however you wish.

4. Pass on the inspiration. Share what you created on your blog and link back to today’s post in the comments.

Everyday Inspiration

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Source: tumblr

 

“It’s an easy mistake to think that non-talkers are non-feelers.”

– Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose


First – Cold War Kids

(Listen to it on youtube here)


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“Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?”

– Wendy Mass, Jeremy Fink and the Meaning of Life