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Tuesday, November 10th, 2009
11:12 pm
Writers' Block: The Great Myth
Title: Writers' Block: The Great Myth
Summary: ... since I began writing, I've heard many different people exclaim "What shall I do? The horrid Overlord Writer's Block doth wound me greviously!

Down the Rabbit Hole, Alice

1:54 am
Simple Novel-Plotting Technique
A Simple Plotting Technique

Here's a simple plotting technique you can use to organize your novel!

Friday, November 6th, 2009
11:28 pm
Resources for Writers

Title: Resources for Writiers
Summary: A listing of my favorite software and books directed towards writers on the internet; click and see what you might find!

Down the Rabbit Hole, Alice

Thursday, November 5th, 2009
7:11 pm
Making Clay (Part 1/?)
Title: Making Clay
Genre: Writers on Writing
Summary: "...a great man once told me that writers write. Raw material won't come to you in a flash of inspiration and no-one will make it for you."

Down the Rabbit Hole, Alice

Current Mood: artistic
Thursday, April 30th, 2009
8:31 am
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Thursday, April 16th, 2009
6:31 pm
No one knew they were even alive..
His eyes are downcast and his heart's hanging open
He's lost and he's dizzy and terribly broken
His repetitive sway is a miserable motion
But nobody knows he's alive.

Her hair is so brittle and matted with grime
Her t-shirt is ragged and covered with slime
She sucks on its corner for peace at bedtime
But nobody knows she's alive.

Their bellies are swollen from eating the dirt
But the sticky dark mud takes away the dull hurt
Sometimes they grind up a small rock for desert
But nobody knows they're alive.

Their bones are so fragile, their bodies so frail
Even their feces and throw-up is stale
Their chocolate brown skin has turned ashy and pale
But nobody knows they're alive.

Some huddle together, some stagger alone
They whisper their funerals with only a groan
So many dead children that no one has known
No one knew they were even alive.

Current Mood: determined
Thursday, April 9th, 2009
1:41 pm
Shakespeare lives
From prompt #439 at promptdujour.

You will be worse than Shakespeare.Collapse )

Current Mood: uncomfortable
Sunday, April 5th, 2009
12:04 am

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Saturday, April 4th, 2009
11:41 pm
Dear Sir..
Dear sir,

I hope your day's been very nice
I trust you're doing fine,
I got the presents that you sent
The diamonds, and the wine.

The roses smell so very sweet
The fur coat is so warm
The golden rings are very grand
But they don't match my uniform.

I'm very thankful, to be sure
For all the things you bought
But I'd really rather send them back
I like what I have got.

I'm not a diamond kind of girl
I like daisies, not a rose
The fur coat is too much for me
I don't live where it snows.

The golden rings don't match my skin
I like things made of silver
I'm not old enough to drink the wine
And soda's so much better.

It was kind of you to think of me
And let me see your interest
But I hate incurring debts from men
Just like I hate the dentist.

If you'd like to chat about the the stars
Or lounge in an old t-shirt
Or let me squish my toes in sand
Or take me to a concert,

I'd love to pick up when you call
Perhaps go on a date
But money will not win my heart
I'll never take the bait.

A Girl.

Current Mood: sleepy
Thursday, April 2nd, 2009
8:06 pm
Her eyes are the soul of the forest
The streets that she wanders are breathless and choked
Old smog and dim raindrops ooze down unprevoked
The clatter and clang of the streetcars is soaked
But her eyes are the soul of the forest.

She's wedged in a crowd surging into the train
The muttered locutions are curt and profane
Dark glares of impatience glob up with disdain
But her eyes are the soul of the forest.

The lost lonely hearts of a city gone mad
Are gasping and clutching at junk they once had
She's crisscrossed with venom and envy's a fad
But her eyes are the soul of the forest.

Sometimes just a whisper of fog skims her nose
And the sallow white hue of her cheeks turns to rose
There's light for a second before the shine slows
But her eyes are the soul of the forest.

Current Mood: emerald
Monday, March 23rd, 2009
4:34 pm
This prison is built in my mind
The angry dark stomp of the boots on the stairs
Match the click of the guns they're reloading in pairs
I can't their faces but I feel all their glares
This prison was built in my mind.

They're marching; they're laughing, the tune drives me mad
I despise their old greetings, their "Hail old comrade!"
They're clasping my fingers as if they were glad
This prison was built in my mind.

The questions are flying; my stories are lies
They're watching too closely; they'll see through my guise
They've been practicing smiles and faking suprise
This prison was built in my mind.

Each movement is torture, each thought is a pain
My fears are vibrating in every vein
I wish they'd just kill me; I'm going insane
This prison was built in my mind.

Current Mood: working
Wednesday, March 18th, 2009
7:10 pm
Language is a Virus
Language is a virus, it's a dangerous disease
It attacks you when you're healthy, then worsens by degrees
It preys on busy people, leaving lazy ones alone
And gurgles through their bloodstreams with a satisfying groan.

Language is a fever, it's a sickness in the brain
It chokes you with its meanings, makes you think 'til you're in pain
It feeds on all your knowledge, it breeds in all your words
And pecks your mind to pieces like a flock of screaming birds.

Language is a headache, it's an ailment with no cure
It seduces with great patience, it woos with mad amour
It creeps into the limelight, it sucks up all your time
And kills you with its stories, its novels, and its rhyme.

Current Mood: impressed
Tuesday, March 17th, 2009
10:51 pm
The Color of Hunger
Lingerie falls with a flick and a tug
Each fuck and each trick is a hit of a drug
The fat ones and old ones they'll take with a shrug -
The color of hunger is red

Hollow dead eyes stare from sunken-in cheeks
Grimy old tears cross their faces in streaks
They eat cakes of dirt and drink sewer leaks -
The color of hunger is brown.

The thick cement walls muffle sounds of the fights
Endless cold halls burn with sterile white lights
The gaurds clutch their pistols and mumble last rites -
The color of hunger is gray

Manicured hands drip with diamonds and gold
Lips purse for cigarettes perfectly rolled
Revenge and contentment are paid for and sold -
The color of hunger is green

Current Mood: pessimistic
Wednesday, January 21st, 2009
11:22 am
Searching For A Song
Hi All!
Hope it's OK to post this.
I'm wondering if any of you know a song (preferably a slow, pensive one) that's essentially a friend saying to his best friend, "I love you and care about you ... just not romantically." Ideally, the singer knows that the best friend loves him, but he can't "love" the friend in return romantically, despite the fact that they're extremely close friends. Either gender of artist/band is all right.
Thanks for any help!
Thursday, January 1st, 2009
10:56 pm
A Tree's Love
Happy New Year! Best wishes for a wonderful 2009!

A Tree's Love

I am a tree
with majestic branches reaching out towards the stars.
The seasons can not hurt me
In my sweet reticence.

In the park where I dwell
I let the squirrels rest in my bower
They hide away their nuts in the crannies of myself
And I keep all their secrets.

In the springtime when
Young lovers blossoming with the earliest flowers,
etch their words of forever upon my flesh,
I smile and sing primordial songs of immortality.

Deep summer when the peerless blue sky
Brings unspoken promises,
I lend my arms to the schoolchildren
So they may build their castles.

I offer myself to the winds
Swaying with her in an unceasing waltz.
She is always two steps ahead
And sometimes I loose myself to her whims.

I catch the snow with my trembling soul.
When the darkening time comes
My limbs are illuminated
By myriads of colored pearls.

During this flowing time you have grown
your own deep roots and dreams.
But all I can offer you is this shade in the day’s heat
For I have no human words to say: “I love you."

Current Mood: calm
Tuesday, November 11th, 2008
7:31 pm
Here’s the truth, the whole truth
Don’t even ask if I left something out
This is my side of the story, my truth
I’ll be hurt if you’ve a brain enough to doubt
Because this is the truth as I see it
And as I see it is the only way to see
So don’t question, don’t pursue answers
Close your mouth and mind and just believe
7:26 pm
You said Trust me
I said Okay
And I did
I let you manipulate
All I knew
Was all you told me
And I was happy
Being lied to
But then I broke out
Of the box you placed me in
And I realized that there was more to life
Than cardboard and tape
I never knew
Because you said Trust me
You said the sky wasn’t real
But then I flew
Thursday, October 30th, 2008
1:02 am
I was cold, you gave me heat
You added a glow to my face
We had a friendship made strong by golden smores
I built you up and fed you
You repaid me in comforting beams
I filled my house with tiny alters of my trust
Out of sight, out of mind
You betrayed my faith
After I defended you against the common lore
I fear you, you haunt me
Your scent makes me nervous
You ate my home to ashes, comfort to rust
12:52 am
I’ve known numb
I ran away
I felt nothing
I hid
I cried myself to sleep for seven months
But this is real
I’m sick
I can’t hide
I shiver
Because the cause of pain has taken home from me
So I curl up
On the cold ground
In the darkness
And disown my given name so you won’t call
If I close my eyes
Count down
And pray real hard
Maybe I’ll wake-up from this nightmare and be free
Monday, October 27th, 2008
12:18 pm
Coffee in Iambic Pentameter
The mug between my hands is smooth and hot
Espresso mixed with milk and topped with froth
We once would share a cup, but you forgot
I sip the latte and enjoy the strength
I pray that it will burn away my pain
Forget that you forgot me once again
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