Sitting On The Window Ledge

Some spill their heart upon a sheet, and colour the world with ink. Others see the world underneath its gloss, a world to be exploited through words and angry tears. We are all chasing butterflies and reaching for stars, a common fate.This other world, which we paint with our fingers, is there to grasp. Only through our words, can we gain the desires that we speak of. More right than we could ever know, we look away, sipping on dirty sunlight. Until souls ache, we are lost. Our fate? To be the star-eyed observers, living upon the moon, sitting on a window ledge, watching galaxies collide.

Right hello, I am not dead yet..

Yes, it has just been a long sleep for the Sitting On the Windowledge project for numerous inexplainable reasons. However, one of her faithful editors is keen to see her rise to some kind of undramatic greatness. Who knows what this form this greatness will take, but I reach out for those faithful bloggers to try and make something beautiful here. I am ultimately an ideas man, lacking the office/admin skills to run anything of value. This project needs such people (PLUS IDEAS!).

Don’t let this sudden inspiration fail. I need you, and you know who…

Sitting on the Windowledge: Mark II

lunghi28:

Right guys, me and Kassie have been thinking about evolving our project further. It has been a decent success so far, however, it has been quite difficult to administrate, especially with the level of poetry/prose we had to deal with. So, we have considered a new idea.

Sitting on the Windowledge: The Online Magazine!

This would involve a number of staff/editors working together to produce a weekly blog/magazine which would cover different interests, to cater for the varying blogs and talents on Tumblr. Some sections could include;

  • Politics.
  • Poetry.
  • Prose.
  • Painting.
  • Cooking.
  • Photography.
  • Sex.
  • ANYTHING.

We could have one or two editors for each section, who would post something on a set day (e.g. a Saturday), allowing them a whole week to think of what to write/post. For example, the poetry section could be dedicated to finding the best poems of that week, and showcasing them: “Poem of the week”. The politics section could write an article about a current political issues, followed by an opinions section. This is just a rough idea.

What we want to know is people who could DEFINETLY take part in this, with proper commitment. This is why I would prefer pairs in each section, just incase of other arising commitments (like yer pet Alien dying that day, or your mum is pulling yer teeth out that day). So let either me or Kassie know, so we can set up a group chat session about the future of such a project.

Also, GIVE US IDEAS, on how you would like it to be. This should be a COMMUNITY blog, so please give us your views on how it should be run, or what should be in it.

Hope to hear from you lot soon!

(via lunghi28-deactivated20120301)

Bipolar

Editor’s Note:  Excellent movement from thought to reality..

sha-rants:

Aren’t they amazing together?

The ugliest couple I’ve ever seen.

Look at the way he smiles at her,

Ogling her like he should be ogling me.

In her lovely clothes, they look so nice on her;

Damn bitch doesn’t deserve luxuries.

I wonder if she’ll tell me where she got them.

I’d rip them off of her right now if you’d let me.

He does deserve a girl like that;

Whores are exactly his type;

One who understands him so well.

All he ever needs is a slut who’ll put out.

He was always so kind.

Motherfucking bastard.

If only we could still talk without feeling odd.

So I can tell him exactly what I think of his cheating ass…

/

“Leanne, are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“You were staring off into the distance with a weird look on your face.”

“…”

“Leanne?”

“I’m fine. It’s nothing.”

(Source: sharants)

threepeat defeat

Editor’s Note: Interesting interpretation on wrath, good flow too.

artreture:

she offered her heart
when she was eleven
it got crushed
it was her first love

she offered her heart
in 11th grade
he dropped it to the floor
it was the second attempt

she offered her heart
for two years
he left her for another
third time was no charm

she didn’t offer heart
for the rest of her days
she broke away from fantasy
threepeat defeat was enough

coffeeand-nights:

I screwed you over. Why are you back for more? Remember when your mom accused you of taking her money? You asked me if I did it and I lied. I lied with all of my black heart, this shriveled up piece of crap diffusing oxygen and carbon dioxide all the while I lied to you Sarah. I couldn’t help it; her purse just lying in the open … No one watching, no one caring and the edge of a crisp, new hundred dollar bill peeking out of the it. Just whispering to me. I know I don’t need the money but … It was there. Thanks for covering me by the way. Slipping back a hundred bucks of your own into her bag, and then donating another hundred to charity. I must be giving you one hell of a guilty conscience.

I screwed up, and even you can’t deny that. I actually worked for an hour - and all because you wanted me to get a job. I didn’t need a job; you didn’t need a job. Hell, we can still do whatever we want and not worry a bit about money. You’re so self-righteous, always lecturing me about why I should volunteer at the shelter a bit. I tried and nearly got my head knocked off by that baggy eyed guy with broken teeth. He tried to bite me for God sakes! Flattering other girls doesn’t do anything for me either. Fat girls in their fat dresses fluttering their eyes asking me if they would look pretty in this or that. Infuriating. 

screwed you. Even with all your promises to God and your mom and standing strong; not succumbing to the media and all. Let me tell you, I tried as hard as I could not to do anything besides chaste kissing. Innocent eyes don’t work on me; can’t stand your sight when you turn on the charm. I don’t just want to “cuddle”; I want to caress, to scream, to give in and then just fuck you. Why didn’t you refuse? I’m not lovable at all Sarah. And I probably don’t deserve it. Not at all. 

Why do you care so much about me Sarah? Am I your biggest case; your greatest show of patience and caring? Just face the facts. Sarah, I’m a fucker and you’re just a cuddler. I think you’d be better off without me. 

(Source: coffeeandnights)

Come on folks, we haven’t got that until this challenge comes to a close. Write a piece of prose/poetry in relation to one or a few (or even all) of the ideas below;

  • Lust
  • Gluttony
  • Greed
  • Sloth
  • Wrath
  • Envy
  • Pride

And ‘the 7 heavenly virtues.’

  • Chastity
  • Temperance
  • Charity
  • Diligence
  • Patience
  • Kindness
  • Humility

Poetry or prose, free reign, collaborate if you like and feel free to contribute more than once.

Pleaseeee, remember to tag your piece correctly if you would like it reblogged:

fuckersandcuddlers

Just like that, my friends!

This challenge will be closed at this exact time, in exactly one week.

Friday, December 16th at 9 PM EST.

Write on.

Wrath

Editor’s Note: Simple, to the point, yet vibrant with imagery. This is amazing!

heroeswelcomed:

A fire storm

erupts as it

amps me up

and knots itself

around my heart.

Forgiveness

they say

will set you free

But sleeping

isn’t an issue

I just want

to see you

bleed.

Sitting On The Window Ledge: Fuckers and Cuddlers

sittingonthewindowledge:

Oi, folks!

We have a new prompt/challenge to announce.

Thanks to the brilliant mind of heroeswelcomed!

This time around, the focus is ‘the 7 deadly sins’

  • Lust
  • Gluttony
  • Greed
  • Sloth
  • Wrath
  • Envy
  • Pride

And ‘the 7 heavenly virtues.’

  • Chastity
  • Temperance
  • Charity
  • Diligence
  • Patience
  • Kindness
  • Humility

Poetry or prose, free reign, collaborate if you like and feel free to contribute more than once.

Pleaseeee, remember to tag your piece correctly if you would like it reblogged:

fuckersandcuddlers

Just like that, my friends!

This challenge will be closed at this exact time, in exactly one week.

Friday, December 16th at 9 PM EST.

Write on.

About 24 hours left before this challenge is closed.

.Two Sides Of A Coin.

Editor’s Note: There’s something about this. Captivating.

myownknight:

Dialated pupils
heavy
breathing

another prayer and
hopeful
meeting.
gasp and
clutch
at what’s
beyond your
reach

cross yourself and
repeat after
me.
Laughter
breathless
emotions racing

on your knees
again
praying
Sinners sin
and preachers
preach

given all to
God
nothing 
I keep.

Devil

Editor’s Note: Very amusing and well written.

theindigolantern:

The world burns a brilliant shade of gray
I close my eyes as my temple pulsates
The light of day repels me to seek comfort in a dark space,away from the fury of God’s gaze
Devil is what they call me, the filthy ingrates!
I am but an energy,to use  at their convenience and shift blame for disobedience
They forget all that I gave
I’ve paid for more sins then Jesus,but who gets all the praise?
The magnanimous martyr whose spirit was raised,ha!
Devil is what they call me?
Then a devil I shall be
An ever looming cloud of darkness, in the minds of the weak fleshy abominations, he created
Every heart will be saturated with lust and greed
Sin will erode the souls of this flawed breed and they shall turn to me
I’ll be there waiting to devour all that his light will grace
I will confuse and muddle the words, of this author of faith, until the world he loves disintegrates

(Source: zarithelostlegend)