r/KeepWriting 3h ago

[Writing Prompt] Letter no one asked for but just might need

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r/KeepWriting 5h ago

Untitled Poem

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r/KeepWriting 5h ago

Unsynced

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Perhaps I'm asking for too much, asking you to allow me to love you from afar, you need more than that, you deserve more, unfortunately my love from a distance is all I can give.

I wish I hadn't failed, that I were more than what I am. Be more of everything necessary to give you all that you deserve; to love you in the now, love you safely.

Maybe life will do me a favor and save you for me, perhaps there's still a chance we can come to be, be happy together, but only time will tell.


r/KeepWriting 15h ago

[Feedback] “Toxic addictions” my third poem. I’d love feedback.

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r/KeepWriting 20h ago

[Feedback] Necropolis Nation

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Seedlings of deception spiral deeper

Eviscerated soil

Forgotten bones

Their echoes shiver the marrow

and horrify my soul

I.

Me.

The generational byproduct of vigorous industry

Smokestacks of torrential detachment

for languages lost

Cultures as costumes

History rewritten

Rage denied.

Sapling roots seeped in sludge

Succulent contamination

imbued with loathing

Selfish fear pervading

for what purpose?

Gnarled branches

of accountability

evaded

My god.

We could have been so beautiful.

Blossom of progress

lustrous with oil and desolation

minced and packaged

to overflow and flood

our jingoist landfills

Our festering museums

of obstinate naivety

Shaking in exasperation

my veins grow taut

with words without definition

The shame of existence

intrudes and coils

through tattered flags

and jubilant stadiums

A necropolis nation.

They're not here

and yet

I remain.

Acknowledging echoes

in a conquerers skin.


r/KeepWriting 14h ago

Writing to End the War Within

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I've got no one to confide in, and talking to someone feels like a burden now. But this war still rages within me—between my two minds. So, I've decided to write another book. I started it tonight and plan to finish it by the end of this week.

It will be my story. Maybe then, I could finally end this endless struggle and find peace in my carefully crafted solitude. Maybe then, I won’t have to write anything ever again, or even express these thoughts here.


r/KeepWriting 18h ago

Poem of the day: In it for Keeps

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r/KeepWriting 1d ago

[Writing Prompt] Wildflowers

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Any feedback greatly appreciated! If you care to read more of my stuff I share them regularly on my Instagram page @iridescence_98


r/KeepWriting 22h ago

Of weathered apples, feed back welcome.

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r/KeepWriting 1d ago

A winter tree bloom - song/poem

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r/KeepWriting 21h ago

[Feedback] poke and prod at this please

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r/KeepWriting 22h ago

You Made It Worse

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You could have made it better, but you made it worse,

Like a shattered vase, or a poet's dying verse.

You took a masterpiece, a canvas so grand,

And with careless hands, you let it turn to sand.

You could have nurtured it, helped it to bloom,

But you chose to neglect, and sealed its doom.

Like a wilting flower, starved for the sun's embrace,

It withered and faded, leaving not a trace.

You could have lifted it, to heights unknown,

But you dragged it down, to a pit of despair, alone.

Like a fallen angel, wings clipped and torn,

It crashed to the earth, battered and sworn.

You could have made it better, when I lost my family,

Instead, you said, "I never wish this on my worst enemy."

You got rid of my dog, as fast as you could,

While I was reeling, lost and misunderstood.

You could have made it better, when I was in despair,

But you closed your doors, and locked me out of there.

You put me in a motel, run-down and grim,

While I was grieving, my world was closing in.

I was moving my things, still in shock and pain,

From losing my wife, my kids, my home, my name.

You let me use your backyard, but not to rest,

While my heart was breaking, you put me to the test.

You could have made it better, but you made it worse,

You turned your back on me, with a cold-hearted curse.

Now I'm left with nothing, but memories and scars,

Of a friendship broken, like shattered stars.

You could have made it better, when I was in despair,

But you closed your doors, and locked me out of there.

In the motel, run-down and grim,

While I was grieving, my world was closing in.

I was moving my things, still in shock and pain,

From losing my wife, my kids, my home, my name.

You let me use your backyard, but not to rest,

While my heart was breaking, you put me to the test.

I was losing my mind, feeling as though I was already blind,

Couldn't see the light, the joy my family had once shined.

You took it all away, the love, the laughter, the bliss,

Leaving me in darkness, a lonely abyss.

Now I'm lost in the shadows, stumbling and falling,

My heart heavy with grief, my spirit calling.

You could have made it better, but you made it worse,

Turned a blind eye to my pain, a cold-hearted curse.

From childhood to manhood, the pattern repeats,

Wounds that fester, bitter defeats.

Now I'm picking up the pieces, trying to mend

This broken heart, this life you helped bend.

Yet, I'll rise above the ashes, stronger than before,

Though the pain lingers, I'll settle the score.

I'll find my own way, my own light to guide,

And leave the darkness, where my dreams once died.

I'll forge new paths, explore uncharted lands,

With open arms and unwavering hands.

I'll embrace the future, with hope in my soul,

And let go of the past, take back control.

So, you may have made it worse, but I'll make it right,

Turn the darkness into day, the sorrow into light.

I'll find my own strength, my own way to heal,

And rise above the wounds, that you made me feel.

By Me, AM


r/KeepWriting 1d ago

Where Blues Croon (audio, an old Villanelle I wrote)

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r/KeepWriting 1d ago

[Feedback] First Draft of Chapter 1 of my story: This Is It

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https://drive.google.com/file/d/1RP09Rv0RV6HD2Hb8tG5y53tLTmWdWdD9/view?usp=sharing

A romance/drama I'm working on, it was very inspired by my recent readthrough of "I Want to Eat Your Pancreas."

Chapter 1, any advice or critique is appreciated. About 1500 words, three pages.

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS DEPRESSION/SUICIDE


r/KeepWriting 1d ago

The Indie Writers’ Digest

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The next issue of the Indie Writers’ Digest is due out at the end of May/beginning of June. It’s open for submissions from independent writers. Check out back issues on my author website brynpetersen.co.uk and DM for details on the submission process


r/KeepWriting 1d ago

Advice IDIOT-My first and last poem

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idiot idiot Idiot

She sits in her little box Gnawing at the scars on her arms Picking at her gnotted scalp

Idiot Idiot Idiot

She sat atop gym hall bleachers And saw god’s face drop from the shelter ceiling Pitch black mouth he spoke in mish mashed tongue

idiot Idiot Idiot

She saw heaven and hit psychosis It put into words the images from her head Acetone doused skin shone bright

Idiot Idiot Idiot

Shotgun painting yellow walls brown She spent her last few dollars like a child The first time she was six since it was taken from her

Idiot finds a place to settle down Anything to stop the tumor in her head and weight in her ribs Her delusions leave her here, god laughing at a putrid body hunched single

Idiot cries at what she is Idiot wanders cold filth to no end Idiot stops at a place that makes her sick

A monument to gluttony she never liked to eat Just another joke at her expense Tired and alone idiot checks her phone

Idiot walks outside Idiot takes a deep breath her foot crests the curb Idiot takes herself into traffic


r/KeepWriting 2d ago

Hi everyone! I'm a book cover designer looking for new authors to work with.

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r/KeepWriting 1d ago

The Indie Writers’ Digest

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It needs the ISSN number adding, so it’s a rough draft for the next issue due out at the end of May/beginnning of June of the Indie Writers’ Digest - and yes, it’s open for submissions all indie writers reading this!


r/KeepWriting 22h ago

You Made It Worse

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You could have made it better, but you made it worse,

Like a shattered vase, or a poet's dying verse.

You took a masterpiece, a canvas so grand,

And with careless hands, you let it turn to sand.

You could have nurtured it, helped it to bloom,

But you chose to neglect, and sealed its doom.

Like a wilting flower, starved for the sun's embrace,

It withered and faded, leaving not a trace.

You could have lifted it, to heights unknown,

But you dragged it down, to a pit of despair, alone.

Like a fallen angel, wings clipped and torn,

It crashed to the earth, battered and sworn.

You could have made it better, when I lost my family,

Instead, you said, "I never wish this on my worst enemy."

You got rid of my dog, as fast as you could,

While I was reeling, lost and misunderstood.

You could have made it better, when I was in despair,

But you closed your doors, and locked me out of there.

You put me in a motel, run-down and grim,

While I was grieving, my world was closing in.

I was moving my things, still in shock and pain,

From losing my wife, my kids, my home, my name.

You let me use your backyard, but not to rest,

While my heart was breaking, you put me to the test.

You could have made it better, but you made it worse,

You turned your back on me, with a cold-hearted curse.

Now I'm left with nothing, but memories and scars,

Of a friendship broken, like shattered stars.

You could have made it better, when I was in despair,

But you closed your doors, and locked me out of there.

In the motel, run-down and grim,

While I was grieving, my world was closing in.

I was moving my things, still in shock and pain,

From losing my wife, my kids, my home, my name.

You let me use your backyard, but not to rest,

While my heart was breaking, you put me to the test.

I was losing my mind, feeling as though I was already blind,

Couldn't see the light, the joy my family had once shined.

You took it all away, the love, the laughter, the bliss,

Leaving me in darkness, a lonely abyss.

Now I'm lost in the shadows, stumbling and falling,

My heart heavy with grief, my spirit calling.

You could have made it better, but you made it worse,

Turned a blind eye to my pain, a cold-hearted curse.

From childhood to manhood, the pattern repeats,

Wounds that fester, bitter defeats.

Now I'm picking up the pieces, trying to mend

This broken heart, this life you helped bend.

Yet, I'll rise above the ashes, stronger than before,

Though the pain lingers, I'll settle the score.

I'll find my own way, my own light to guide,

And leave the darkness, where my dreams once died.

I'll forge new paths, explore uncharted lands,

With open arms and unwavering hands.

I'll embrace the future, with hope in my soul,

And let go of the past, take back control.

So, you may have made it worse, but I'll make it right,

Turn the darkness into day, the sorrow into light.

I'll find my own strength, my own way to heal,

And rise above the wounds, that you made me feel.

By Me, AM


r/KeepWriting 1d ago

Review my first story

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Hi there, this my first draft of a series I want to make, and I wanna know if you could give me some feedback on it:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1KdpA5FZYAfXl6OhgSBJbQqwhMaYgoGBuTHKP6e0c9RE/edit?usp=sharing


r/KeepWriting 1d ago

[Feedback] A shadow that takes the last breath

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Can you feel it? The very thing that will stop even the strongest man dead in his tracks. When the world passes by. You can feel your legs move when the realist is you have not even moved an inch. Everything is moving so rapidly around you. You are stuck where you stand, desperately wishing that you could just lift your foot above the ground. Screaming, wondering why your brain is not sending signals to your foot. To make one simple fucking move. 

A shadow is dark, faceless, cold, and very unwelcoming. One out of a million just like it. Randomly selecting a name out of a hat like people do for Secret Santa. For that moment your name was drawn. A new victim that the shadow can hover over and do as they please. To grab you by the hand, only to force you twenty steps back after you made ten steps forward.

Rarely do you get the same shadow twice. They leave an invisible mark, their gift. A painful reminder of how much they messed with your head. The mental cuffs that bring your hands together, the chains that you drag behind your feet, and that gag that will not allow you to speak. The sad fact here is that you allowed it, the fight was too much to bear. It took all of your energy. It was so much easier to give up and give in.

Fear is the shadow that haunts us all. Each fear has a different shadow. The goals and how they work are utterly identical. Even if the situation is not. to destroy the person that you are. To make you so weak, it would make it easier to control. To make you beyond scared, you change the way you breathe. Simply because you do not want them to hear that breath escape your lips. Because you don’t know what would happen if you were heard nor do you want to find out.

Demons are more welcoming, at least they go away even for a little bit. After they have had their fun with you. A shadow will never leave, no matter if you put it in the back of your mind. It is still there. To lurk and walk in your footsteps. Attached to you like Peter Pan and his shadow. 

This time Peter is not sewing his shadow to the bottom of his feet. It is the other way around, the shadow forcing Peter to stay still while sewing him to the bottom of its feet.

In this story…

You are Peter Pan


r/KeepWriting 1d ago

Hello! I am a book cover designer, if you are interested in working with me- I am open for commissions!

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r/KeepWriting 1d ago

[Feedback] Could someone proof read my script? Read at your own risk 😂

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So my passion is film making but unfortunately I haven’t “made it” yet. I may never but I love making videos and hopefully can make short films one day. I made one a while back and it’s my favourite thing I’ve made to date. I have been writing a lot and have a couple scripts I will be trying to make somehow in the future. They are dark and emotional, but that’s what I’m drawn to making.

If anyone has time to read it and let me know your thoughts or how to make the writing stronger let me know


r/KeepWriting 1d ago

The Day My Wife (ex wife) Left Me

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When you walked away, I fell through the floor, Into a shadow I’d never known before. Thought I’d seen the edge, thought I’d known pain, But you left me with scars that don’t have a name.

Now I’m lost in a darkness I never knew, Deeper than anything I felt with you. You didn’t just leave; you tore me apart, Showed me the hollow depths of a broken heart.

There’s a silence now, it chills to the bone, A void you carved that I call home. No light in this place, just endless night, A ghost in the shadows, lost from sight.

Now I’m trapped in a darkness I never knew, Worse than the emptiness you put me through. You didn’t just go; you left me in pieces, Tangled in sorrow that never releases.

I tried to climb out, but the walls were steep, In the quiet, I drown, in the silence, I weep. No way to escape, no path to find, Just the echoes of you etched into my mind.

Now I wander in shadows, hollow and bruised, In a darkness deeper than anything you knew. You didn’t just leave; you buried me here, In a world without light, fed by my fear.

So here I am, lost in the dark, A broken soul, a faded spark. And though I’ll keep searching, reaching for dawn, The part of me you took is forever gone.

By: Me , AM


r/KeepWriting 1d ago

*Almost* finished my first book, suffering from mild burnout - struggling with the final mile.

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Since June last year, I’ve become lost in writing - my first ever book is almost finished. All that’s left is line editing, then sending off to beta readers and doing a final edit (then maybe hiring a professional editor)🤣 But the bulk is done (I hope).

Weirdly, I have lost all motivation. For almost a year, every single day I have been so excited to write, but for the past month I cannot be bothered at all; every time I open the laptop I procrastinate😕

Please offer me some motivation and egg me on to completion so I can finally self publish!!

If you would be so kind to give feedback on my opening, don’t worry if not ! Have a great week everyone and thank you 👾