I've taken an impromptu break from this blog. Not because I got bored, but it was become routine. And not the good kind. It started to feel rote and overdone, especially with the poetry. This isn't a start-up post, since I'll be doing that in another week or so. But a friend posted a picture that was really inspiring.
Wishing You Were
I reached for you, but you weren't there
There was no hand to take in mine
No soft brush of warm skin
I reached for you, but you were gone
And I cannot look into your eyes
Or see your smile, hear your breathing
Hear you laugh at my jokes
I reached for you, but now I'm alone
And now the nights are long and cold
So I lie here
Wishing you were
Wishing you were...
Here again?
Mine again?
Even for just one night.
I reached for you, but you weren't there
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Relaxing Monday
Rest me safe in your arms...
Keep me soft in your heart...
Place me still in your thoughts...
As jazz washes over us
In a haze of sultry sound
And we find ourselves lost
Lost, lost
Drifting
Hold me reverent in your voice...
Capture me secure in your love...
As we reflect on our desires
Ablaze within our souls
Searching to find ourselves again
Again, again
Drifting
Secure me tight in your soul...
As realization sears us
Leaving us silent
No longer cast away
Away, away
Drifting
Do this for me
And I promise you
A lifetime of joy
A life's worth of love
So rest me close to you...
Keep me soft in your heart...
Place me still in your thoughts...
As jazz washes over us
In a haze of sultry sound
And we find ourselves lost
Lost, lost
Drifting
Hold me reverent in your voice...
Capture me secure in your love...
As we reflect on our desires
Ablaze within our souls
Searching to find ourselves again
Again, again
Drifting
Secure me tight in your soul...
As realization sears us
Leaving us silent
No longer cast away
Away, away
Drifting
Do this for me
And I promise you
A lifetime of joy
A life's worth of love
So rest me close to you...
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
NO WAY!
Ha ha! I'm actually posting on time! What is up with that? I guess I'd better get this post out before I busy myself with something else. (Started at about 10:30)
~*~*~*~*~*~
As Rhea paused to gather her thoughts, Aoede sat down. Her face was serious as she looked across the table at Rhea. "Alright, Aoede. So you claim to be a muse, a Greek demigod. Now, the Greeks were notorious for their pantheon being very human in their actions, just more powerful. I don't doubt you have flaws. But why haven't you aged?"
Aoede blinked. "I do not age, Rhea. Yes, the Greek deities were very human in their actions and though processes. However, aside from deities who were already aged, there was never a story of us aging. Therefore, how is it possible I can age? And if I did, I would die only to be reborn again."
"Right. Say for a moment that I believed that. It would mean you've lived for several thousand years. How do you spend your time?"
"Various ways. I study the various civilizations that pop up, along with my two sisters. I also serve in my role as a Muse, inspiring those who seek and are willing to accept my aid."
"Doesn't that get boring?" said Rhea, her voice flat.
"Honestly? No. You would be surprised at the common themes that run through cultures. Societies often hold the same taboos and general rules. As for inspiration, it's the main purpose for my existence. I inspire and, with the help of my sister Mneme, I record music and poetry and books for posterity. They are intertwined. Music and writing is shaped by the society in which it is created. In some cases, such things can in turn shape the society. I have not tired of either in all the years I have existed." Aoede lifted the corner of her mouth in a partial smile.
"Mmhmm. I guess I can see that. So tell me again why you chose Jane."
"Why I chose her? There is no choosing here, Rhea. At least not in the active sense you seem to mean. She is a creative soul, a musician. I was there helping her when she wrote her first song as a little girl. I helped present her with things to pique her interest through school. I watched when she stopped writing. Believe it or not, there was nothing I could do about that. As I've said, I can only help those who are willing to accept it. At that point, she wasn't. Even had I revealed myself to her then, if she didn't want to write, I couldn't force her." Aoede sighed. "Rhea, this isn't just about me. We both know that. So why don't you tell me what you really want."
~*~*~*~*~*~
As Rhea paused to gather her thoughts, Aoede sat down. Her face was serious as she looked across the table at Rhea. "Alright, Aoede. So you claim to be a muse, a Greek demigod. Now, the Greeks were notorious for their pantheon being very human in their actions, just more powerful. I don't doubt you have flaws. But why haven't you aged?"
Aoede blinked. "I do not age, Rhea. Yes, the Greek deities were very human in their actions and though processes. However, aside from deities who were already aged, there was never a story of us aging. Therefore, how is it possible I can age? And if I did, I would die only to be reborn again."
"Right. Say for a moment that I believed that. It would mean you've lived for several thousand years. How do you spend your time?"
"Various ways. I study the various civilizations that pop up, along with my two sisters. I also serve in my role as a Muse, inspiring those who seek and are willing to accept my aid."
"Doesn't that get boring?" said Rhea, her voice flat.
"Honestly? No. You would be surprised at the common themes that run through cultures. Societies often hold the same taboos and general rules. As for inspiration, it's the main purpose for my existence. I inspire and, with the help of my sister Mneme, I record music and poetry and books for posterity. They are intertwined. Music and writing is shaped by the society in which it is created. In some cases, such things can in turn shape the society. I have not tired of either in all the years I have existed." Aoede lifted the corner of her mouth in a partial smile.
"Mmhmm. I guess I can see that. So tell me again why you chose Jane."
"Why I chose her? There is no choosing here, Rhea. At least not in the active sense you seem to mean. She is a creative soul, a musician. I was there helping her when she wrote her first song as a little girl. I helped present her with things to pique her interest through school. I watched when she stopped writing. Believe it or not, there was nothing I could do about that. As I've said, I can only help those who are willing to accept it. At that point, she wasn't. Even had I revealed myself to her then, if she didn't want to write, I couldn't force her." Aoede sighed. "Rhea, this isn't just about me. We both know that. So why don't you tell me what you really want."
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Tuesday: the new Monday
I am ashamed to admit that my schedule is beginning to slide. I will work harder to rectify this, but bear with me.
Work
The force that drives the engine of the world
Another one-line poem. But don't be angry. The shortest poem is something like 3 words. Anyway, last week I provided a link to Scribophobia. This week I give you an example of just what that project is about.
This is the prompt from week 1:
"Write a first-person story in which you use the first-person pronoun (I or me or my) only two times - but keep the I somehow important to the narrative you're constructing. The point of this exercise is to imagine a narrator who is less interested in himself than in what he is observing. You can make your narrator someone who sees an interesting event in which he is not necessarily a participant. Or you can make him self-effacing, yet a major participant in the events related. It is very important in this exercise to make sure your reader is not surprised, forty or fifty words into the piece, to realize that this is a first-person narration. Show us quickly who is observing the scene. 600 words"
And this is my submission from week 1:
A chill wind blasted into the house as Frank opened the door, letting himself in. My glasses fogged up in the cold air. Frank stamped his feet to get the snow off his boots. Turning around, he smiled widely and dropped his bag. "You are the love of my life," he said warmly and any remaining chill instantly vanished.
Work
The force that drives the engine of the world
Another one-line poem. But don't be angry. The shortest poem is something like 3 words. Anyway, last week I provided a link to Scribophobia. This week I give you an example of just what that project is about.
This is the prompt from week 1:
"Write a first-person story in which you use the first-person pronoun (I or me or my) only two times - but keep the I somehow important to the narrative you're constructing. The point of this exercise is to imagine a narrator who is less interested in himself than in what he is observing. You can make your narrator someone who sees an interesting event in which he is not necessarily a participant. Or you can make him self-effacing, yet a major participant in the events related. It is very important in this exercise to make sure your reader is not surprised, forty or fifty words into the piece, to realize that this is a first-person narration. Show us quickly who is observing the scene. 600 words"
And this is my submission from week 1:
A chill wind blasted into the house as Frank opened the door, letting himself in. My glasses fogged up in the cold air. Frank stamped his feet to get the snow off his boots. Turning around, he smiled widely and dropped his bag. "You are the love of my life," he said warmly and any remaining chill instantly vanished.
As he sat down at the kitchen table, eyeing his dinner hungrily, a loud pounding came from the back door. It led to the back yard, a wild place full of overgrown weeds. Frank hadn't gotten around to taming it yet. Well, normally is was covered in weeds, but since it was winter it was a swath of white. The pounding came again, louder and more insistent. "Go hide!" Frank ordered. "Go hide right now! Don't come out, not matter what you hear!"
Confused, I scrambled out of the kitchen, slipping and sliding in an effort to get away. What the hell was happening? What did Frank know? Why the edict? So many questions left unanswered. So many questions that would remain unanswered until whatever it was settled down. A door came up on the right and it provided as good an escape as any.
The darkness was startling, but not nearly as much as the voices coming from the kitchen. Loud voices, one of them Frank's, could easily be heard. "You were supposed to get it already!" came a stranger's shrill shout.
"Just a few more months, Jackson. This is as close as we can get right now."
"As close as you can get?! Gregor would have just killed her and been done with it!"
"Gregor is a bully and a damned psychopath. You can't rely on him for anything. Especiallynot to get caught. At least this way, nobody is going to notice except those involved. And even then, who is going to tell or believe anything? It's far too silly a story to be taken seriously. Jackson, just calm down and give me a few more months."
Feet came toward the dark cubby. Suddenly, knowing Frank and the Jackson person were coming closer, it felt like the temperature dropped 50 degrees. Still, it was impossible to resist the urge to crack open the door and try to see what was happening. Jackson was an old man, scarred and hard looking. His gray eyes, set deep in his face, were unnerving. His hands, big and pockmarked, flexed and he looked about ready to kill Frank.
"C'mon Jackson. Another month is all you need to wait. Then you'll have everything you want. All the wealth, all the money, all the power. And the respect of making the biggest heist of the century. Nay, the millennium! And you won't have to worry about poor ol' Frank anymore."
"Well... Did that door just open? I could have sworn it was closed a moment ago." He stepped toward the door, but Frank put a hand on his arm, stopping him.
"What's more important? A door? Or your heist?"
"What's more important, Frank? Reputation! That's what's important. Things must be done in a timely manner. If you can't follow the itinerary, then you're obsolete. Sorry, Frank, it was good while it lasted, but you don't have any more time."
Quicker than the eye could follow, Jackson pulled out a wicked looking knife and rammed it into Frank's gut. Eyes wide open, Frank collapsed, his hands closing reflexively around the knife handle. Jackson jammed his hands in his pockets, whistled as he sauntered from the house. Frank looked at the door, apology in his eyes as they clouded over in death.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Broken Friday
I feel like a broken doll. But I persist in my schedule. Friday means sentences.
July 24
"Your morals are loose like a hooker."
July 25
In life, she played hard and fast, but in death she was simply gone.
July 26
I stared at the prostitots, wondering what type of mother would let her daughter our in such apparel.
July 27
Aching, I took a couple painkillers and crawled slowly to bed, grateful for the coolness of the wood floor.
July 28
I know you don't understand, but I'm going out on a limb here to say you still wouldn't if I tried to explain it to you.
July 29
Happiness is a reflection of reality.
July 30
There was an amazing stretch of seedy looking bars that I just knew I'd have to visit.
July 24
"Your morals are loose like a hooker."
July 25
In life, she played hard and fast, but in death she was simply gone.
July 26
I stared at the prostitots, wondering what type of mother would let her daughter our in such apparel.
July 27
Aching, I took a couple painkillers and crawled slowly to bed, grateful for the coolness of the wood floor.
July 28
I know you don't understand, but I'm going out on a limb here to say you still wouldn't if I tried to explain it to you.
July 29
Happiness is a reflection of reality.
July 30
There was an amazing stretch of seedy looking bars that I just knew I'd have to visit.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Rushing Into Tomorrow
It's 11:41. Late. And I'm only now starting this. Oh well. Never mix raiding and blogging. It's a juggle, let me tell you. Probably a short post tonight.
~*~*~*~*~
Rhea looked up, raising her eyebrows at Aoede. "It certainly took you quite a while to get here. I was under the impression you could pop in and out at will."
Aoede shrugged dismissively. "Oh, I can. However, your... summons wasn't exactly what I would call urgent. So I walked here."
"I see," drawled Rhea caustically. "Well, shall we sit down?" She gestured to the table behind her, taking her seat quickly and looking expectantly at Aoede. The Muse sat, smoothing the cloth over her legs. She smiled indulgently at her companion.
"Do what do I owe the honor of this meeting?"
Rhea leaned in close, her face a blank mask. "I want to talk to you about two things. The first being Jane. The second being yourself and what you profess to be."
"Of course," replied Aoede. "I'm more than happy to discuss either subject with you."
A look of surprise crossed Rhea's face before she hid it. She didn't lean back in her seat. "Very well, then. Since you seem amenable to the topics, let's start at the beginning, shall we?"
~*~*~*~*~
Rhea looked up, raising her eyebrows at Aoede. "It certainly took you quite a while to get here. I was under the impression you could pop in and out at will."
Aoede shrugged dismissively. "Oh, I can. However, your... summons wasn't exactly what I would call urgent. So I walked here."
"I see," drawled Rhea caustically. "Well, shall we sit down?" She gestured to the table behind her, taking her seat quickly and looking expectantly at Aoede. The Muse sat, smoothing the cloth over her legs. She smiled indulgently at her companion.
"Do what do I owe the honor of this meeting?"
Rhea leaned in close, her face a blank mask. "I want to talk to you about two things. The first being Jane. The second being yourself and what you profess to be."
"Of course," replied Aoede. "I'm more than happy to discuss either subject with you."
A look of surprise crossed Rhea's face before she hid it. She didn't lean back in her seat. "Very well, then. Since you seem amenable to the topics, let's start at the beginning, shall we?"
Monday, July 26, 2010
It's hard
Yes, folks, it's hard to do paragraphs if I don't have votes! I never know which one to choose. And when I do, they never feel like they come out as good as those I do for others. Writing a paragraph for a sentence someone else chose is more of a challenge, and more fulfilling when it's done. So I'm begging you! VOTE on sentences!
Flying
High up in the clouds
Our minds soar on flimsy wings
In the back of our heads we know
Just how unstable such chemical feathers are
How prone to warp and break
But we're flying so HIGH
No paragraph this week.
Also, take a gander at the new project I'm involved in: Scribophobia, the fear of writing.
Flying
High up in the clouds
Our minds soar on flimsy wings
In the back of our heads we know
Just how unstable such chemical feathers are
How prone to warp and break
But we're flying so HIGH
No paragraph this week.
Also, take a gander at the new project I'm involved in: Scribophobia, the fear of writing.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Late Saturday
Sorry for not posting yesterday. I totally forgot when I got home from work.
July 17
It wasn't the hours they spent together, but those when they were torn apart.
July 18
The pain was so sweet, so ever-present, that he embraced it as a part of his existence.
July 19
"No I will not make out with you!"
July 20
"You can't and I won't, so let's just leave it at that."
July 21
We never did understand
July 22
I had to face the facts and stop trying to fool myself into seeing what wasn't there.
July 23
I hid behind the camera, viewing the world through a lense.
July 17
It wasn't the hours they spent together, but those when they were torn apart.
July 18
The pain was so sweet, so ever-present, that he embraced it as a part of his existence.
July 19
"No I will not make out with you!"
July 20
"You can't and I won't, so let's just leave it at that."
July 21
We never did understand
July 22
I had to face the facts and stop trying to fool myself into seeing what wasn't there.
July 23
I hid behind the camera, viewing the world through a lense.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Aoede
Alright, I'm back after an impromptu (an unplanned) break last Wednesday. I feel a bit like I'm coming to the end of the Aoede story. The song is being written, nigh almost finished. But there is one little thing I want to explore some more.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As she was browsing through the bookshelves, Aoede paused. She cocked her head like she was listening to something far away. With a startled blink, she put away the book she'd been holding and went to find her sister. "Mneme, could you do me a favor?"
"Hm?" The other Muse was paging through some archaic tome she'd found.
"I have to leave, but I'll be back tonight. Could you buy this for me? I'll pay you back tomorrow."
"What? Oh, of course. Just put it next to me." Mneme glanced up, flashed a smile, and went back to her book. There was a pile next her, so Aoede just placed it on top. She walked out into the cool night air and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. So. Someone wanted to meet with her. Aoede didn't know the reason, but she had a general idea of the where and the why.
It wasn't terribly far away, a distance she was comfortable walking. No reason to expend unnecessary power on a fine night like this. Aoede pulled her shawl a little more snugly around her and set off. Her pace was leisurely. The summons, for that was the best term for it, hadn't stated a time so she decided to go at her own pace. Besides, it felt good to stretch her muscles, both physically and mentally. The night had her composing random bits of poetry, fleeting and meaningless, but fun.
By the time some thirty minutes had passed, Aoede was standing in front of a small, non-corporate coffee shop. Chocolate Moon the sign read. Just a small, chink-in-the-wall kind of place, but comfortable and warmer inside. The rich scent of coffee billowed out as a customer, toting a bag of pastries and a cup of java, pushed open and held the door for her. "Thank you," she said. Going inside, Aoede breathed in, enjoying the aroma of fresh grounds. A person near her cleared her throat and she turned around.
"Oh, hello Rhea."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As she was browsing through the bookshelves, Aoede paused. She cocked her head like she was listening to something far away. With a startled blink, she put away the book she'd been holding and went to find her sister. "Mneme, could you do me a favor?"
"Hm?" The other Muse was paging through some archaic tome she'd found.
"I have to leave, but I'll be back tonight. Could you buy this for me? I'll pay you back tomorrow."
"What? Oh, of course. Just put it next to me." Mneme glanced up, flashed a smile, and went back to her book. There was a pile next her, so Aoede just placed it on top. She walked out into the cool night air and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. So. Someone wanted to meet with her. Aoede didn't know the reason, but she had a general idea of the where and the why.
It wasn't terribly far away, a distance she was comfortable walking. No reason to expend unnecessary power on a fine night like this. Aoede pulled her shawl a little more snugly around her and set off. Her pace was leisurely. The summons, for that was the best term for it, hadn't stated a time so she decided to go at her own pace. Besides, it felt good to stretch her muscles, both physically and mentally. The night had her composing random bits of poetry, fleeting and meaningless, but fun.
By the time some thirty minutes had passed, Aoede was standing in front of a small, non-corporate coffee shop. Chocolate Moon the sign read. Just a small, chink-in-the-wall kind of place, but comfortable and warmer inside. The rich scent of coffee billowed out as a customer, toting a bag of pastries and a cup of java, pushed open and held the door for her. "Thank you," she said. Going inside, Aoede breathed in, enjoying the aroma of fresh grounds. A person near her cleared her throat and she turned around.
"Oh, hello Rhea."
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
This is bad
Twice now I have skipped posts for no good reason. And I reminded myself yesterday that I had to do it. So today is Monday's post. And I will MAKE SURE to post on time tomorrow! I promise! You can punch me if I don't.
Resist
I've turned my back
I've fought with myself
Don't go back!
It's a time suck!
There are better things for your time.
But I can't resist
They wanted to be friends, but years of resentment and mistrust stood in their way. It had all happened so long ago, neither actually remembered what sparked the argument. Whatever it was, it caused a schism between Frank and Judy. Eventually, Frank moved away and they forgot about each other. But a chance meeting while Judy was on vacation brought them together again. So now they sit in the coffee shop, arms crossed, staring at each other. Everything was fine until they remembered who the other was. Now is the turning point. Can they forgive the past grievance that neither can remember? Or will they go back to their lives, hating for no reason?
Resist
I've turned my back
I've fought with myself
Don't go back!
It's a time suck!
There are better things for your time.
But I can't resist
They wanted to be friends, but years of resentment and mistrust stood in their way. It had all happened so long ago, neither actually remembered what sparked the argument. Whatever it was, it caused a schism between Frank and Judy. Eventually, Frank moved away and they forgot about each other. But a chance meeting while Judy was on vacation brought them together again. So now they sit in the coffee shop, arms crossed, staring at each other. Everything was fine until they remembered who the other was. Now is the turning point. Can they forgive the past grievance that neither can remember? Or will they go back to their lives, hating for no reason?
Friday, July 16, 2010
Shame on Me
I know. I know. I missed Wednesday's post. I have no excuses. I knew I had to do it, and I reminded myself, I just never wrote it. Shame on me. This one is late because I was teaching my friend to play Magic: the Gathering. :3 It was fun.
July 10
I breathed in the white powder floating in the air.
July 11
The carbonation in the beer tickled her nose as she sipped the drink.
July 12
"I can't believe he would do something like this!"
July 13
They wanted to be friends, but years of resentment and mistrust stood in their way.
July 14
The clay molded obligingly to her demands and she wished she could make her husband do the same.
July 15
His perfectly coiffured hair was begging to be mussed.
July 16
She showed up to her prom on her boyfriend's arm, wearing a perfectly tailored tux.
July 10
I breathed in the white powder floating in the air.
July 11
The carbonation in the beer tickled her nose as she sipped the drink.
July 12
"I can't believe he would do something like this!"
July 13
They wanted to be friends, but years of resentment and mistrust stood in their way.
July 14
The clay molded obligingly to her demands and she wished she could make her husband do the same.
July 15
His perfectly coiffured hair was begging to be mussed.
July 16
She showed up to her prom on her boyfriend's arm, wearing a perfectly tailored tux.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Not a Late Post!
Today
I am lost in the whirlpool of my own mind.
Alright, so today is going to be rather a-typical of my posts of late. No, I don't mean anything like "I'm not posting because..." whatever reason. Or "hey it' s late and I'm goin got rable." no, I'm going to hearken back to what this blog was originally. Oh, I'm still goin to do a paragraph, but that will com ein a bit. If you notice, I haven't gone back and edited those glaring typing errors. To be honest, I really can't bring myself to care about them right now. So yes, there's some NO BS Just Blog in here.
The one line "poem" really fits my mood right now. Had a talk with some people on BP earlier today, bless their sweet hearts. I managed to avoid the thoguth process most fo the day, but right before dinner it hit me like , well, like a ton of bricks, if you'll excuse the cliche phrase. My WoW time expired today, so I have to go buy another card if I want to keep playing. And, aside from raiding, and leveling characters, I've grown kinda bored with the game. Oh, It's still an excellenet way to pass the time. And dont' get me wrong, I still like leveling and such. But lately is had been all i've done. My own fault I know. But, in a way, I've been tryin to wear myself out fo the game. I think I reache dth ebored limit a while ago, but just kept on playing cuz 1) I had nothing better to do adn 2) i still had time lefton my game card. Whatever, that's not eh crux of hte issue.
I can feel myself in a negativespiral, if only for today. Or tomorrow, I don't know. I just... I can't help it. Okay, well, I suppose I can. But silence, you and your logicalness! My dad is on m to find a job, and I know I need to. I can't keep putting of paying my studdnt loans forever. And I have years left yet before I can even hope to have them dropped. But the job market right now is horribly for people like me, inexperienced, fresh out of college, blah blah blah. Point it, employers want people with experience and several years worth of it. All the jobs that DON'T want such things are temp, clerical, or data entry. Three of my favorite things in teh world. What's worse, I really don't know what it is I want to do with my life. At least, not as a career. I like writing, but I hate journalism. I love Englihs, but god help me I don't want to be a teacher. So what the hell am I upposed to do? ARGH!@ I am stuck in a damn hole with broken toy shovel as my only means to dig myself out. ><
Add to That mess hat I'm feeling bad about my body right now. Great, I'm fat. I get it. I've been fat my entire life. Most days it doesn't bohter me. most day. Today... I dont' know. And my dad is all "take walk today, take a walk every day. it can't hurt." No, it really can't. But even when I was goign to the gym, I don't feel like it really helped any. Ooooo boy lookit the fat chick go ridin' that bike for all of 30 minutes! She's really trying to get healthy! /golfclap I honestly don't know what's wrong with me today or what put me in such a shitty mood, but there it is. Anyway, sorry to unload on you reader-types.
And now what you've all been waiting for! A paragraph. Routine is good, yes? I didn't get any votes for this week, so I'm left to my own devices.
It's funny, you know, the things you think of when you're driving. I'm not sure if it's a death wish or just morbid curiosity, but I have on several occasions, thought of all the varied ways I could die. It wasn't that I wanted to die, or was feeling depressed. It's really just one of those things that pop into your head. Like thinking about something embarrassing or worrisome when you're trying to fall asleep. Those thoughts are there and they darn well don't want to leave. So you're stuck with them. How many different ways can you die? I don't know, why don't you take yourself out driving sometimes and think about it?
I am lost in the whirlpool of my own mind.
Alright, so today is going to be rather a-typical of my posts of late. No, I don't mean anything like "I'm not posting because..." whatever reason. Or "hey it' s late and I'm goin got rable." no, I'm going to hearken back to what this blog was originally. Oh, I'm still goin to do a paragraph, but that will com ein a bit. If you notice, I haven't gone back and edited those glaring typing errors. To be honest, I really can't bring myself to care about them right now. So yes, there's some NO BS Just Blog in here.
The one line "poem" really fits my mood right now. Had a talk with some people on BP earlier today, bless their sweet hearts. I managed to avoid the thoguth process most fo the day, but right before dinner it hit me like , well, like a ton of bricks, if you'll excuse the cliche phrase. My WoW time expired today, so I have to go buy another card if I want to keep playing. And, aside from raiding, and leveling characters, I've grown kinda bored with the game. Oh, It's still an excellenet way to pass the time. And dont' get me wrong, I still like leveling and such. But lately is had been all i've done. My own fault I know. But, in a way, I've been tryin to wear myself out fo the game. I think I reache dth ebored limit a while ago, but just kept on playing cuz 1) I had nothing better to do adn 2) i still had time lefton my game card. Whatever, that's not eh crux of hte issue.
I can feel myself in a negativespiral, if only for today. Or tomorrow, I don't know. I just... I can't help it. Okay, well, I suppose I can. But silence, you and your logicalness! My dad is on m to find a job, and I know I need to. I can't keep putting of paying my studdnt loans forever. And I have years left yet before I can even hope to have them dropped. But the job market right now is horribly for people like me, inexperienced, fresh out of college, blah blah blah. Point it, employers want people with experience and several years worth of it. All the jobs that DON'T want such things are temp, clerical, or data entry. Three of my favorite things in teh world. What's worse, I really don't know what it is I want to do with my life. At least, not as a career. I like writing, but I hate journalism. I love Englihs, but god help me I don't want to be a teacher. So what the hell am I upposed to do? ARGH!@ I am stuck in a damn hole with broken toy shovel as my only means to dig myself out. ><
Add to That mess hat I'm feeling bad about my body right now. Great, I'm fat. I get it. I've been fat my entire life. Most days it doesn't bohter me. most day. Today... I dont' know. And my dad is all "take walk today, take a walk every day. it can't hurt." No, it really can't. But even when I was goign to the gym, I don't feel like it really helped any. Ooooo boy lookit the fat chick go ridin' that bike for all of 30 minutes! She's really trying to get healthy! /golfclap I honestly don't know what's wrong with me today or what put me in such a shitty mood, but there it is. Anyway, sorry to unload on you reader-types.
And now what you've all been waiting for! A paragraph. Routine is good, yes? I didn't get any votes for this week, so I'm left to my own devices.
It's funny, you know, the things you think of when you're driving. I'm not sure if it's a death wish or just morbid curiosity, but I have on several occasions, thought of all the varied ways I could die. It wasn't that I wanted to die, or was feeling depressed. It's really just one of those things that pop into your head. Like thinking about something embarrassing or worrisome when you're trying to fall asleep. Those thoughts are there and they darn well don't want to leave. So you're stuck with them. How many different ways can you die? I don't know, why don't you take yourself out driving sometimes and think about it?
Friday, July 9, 2010
Late Night
It seems to be a week for late posts. But whatever, they're going up.
July 3
"Here, let me show you a much easier way to do that."
July 4
The sun was setting slowly, the sky fading from red to orange to dusky blue twilight.
July 5
Maybe if I could get him to love me I'd be happy, I thought to myself.
July 6
Damn my conscience for not letting me sleep at night!
July 7
It's funny, you know, the things you think of when you're driving.
July 8
Malicious intent is something I espouse with every fiber of my being.
July 9
"We're going to show them we believe in our beliefs as much as they believe in theirs!"
July 3
"Here, let me show you a much easier way to do that."
July 4
The sun was setting slowly, the sky fading from red to orange to dusky blue twilight.
July 5
Maybe if I could get him to love me I'd be happy, I thought to myself.
July 6
Damn my conscience for not letting me sleep at night!
July 7
It's funny, you know, the things you think of when you're driving.
July 8
Malicious intent is something I espouse with every fiber of my being.
July 9
"We're going to show them we believe in our beliefs as much as they believe in theirs!"
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Another Late Wednesday Post
Moving to a new city was just the opportunity I needed. I could be who I wanted without the shadows of past mistakes haunting me. I shucked my old life like a snake shedding its skin. No longer was I the troublemaker everyone was waiting to get thrown in jail. I turned into a sophisticated, svelte young woman who threw herself into the social scene. The new job I landed gave the the monetary freedom to indulge myself with books and clothes. In all, I was free to do whatever I wanted.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Aoede walked through the door to see her sister sitting on the couch. Mneme looked up and smiled. "So how are things going with your songwriter?"
"Much better, actually. I think she's really starting to accept the whole inspiration thing. It doesn't feel like she's fighting any more. In fact, when I left her apartment, she sat down and really got to work on her song."
Mneme nodded. "Why do I feel like something happened that you didn't like?"
"Ha ha! Mneme, for the Muse of memory, you rely a lot more on your instincts than your knowledge. But yes, I met a friend of Jane's. I don't think, for all her supposed help, she's being very supportive of Jane. She was skeptical, which I can understand. But I felt like this was jealous of Jane. I don't know if it was jealous of her writing or what, but it didn't feel right."
"Hm. I'm not sure what I can tell you," Mneme said softly. "But I don't think you should get involved unless you absolutely have to."
"You're probably right. Hey, you want to do something?"
"Sure. How about we go to the bookstore?'
"That sounds like something we can both enjoy."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Aoede walked through the door to see her sister sitting on the couch. Mneme looked up and smiled. "So how are things going with your songwriter?"
"Much better, actually. I think she's really starting to accept the whole inspiration thing. It doesn't feel like she's fighting any more. In fact, when I left her apartment, she sat down and really got to work on her song."
Mneme nodded. "Why do I feel like something happened that you didn't like?"
"Ha ha! Mneme, for the Muse of memory, you rely a lot more on your instincts than your knowledge. But yes, I met a friend of Jane's. I don't think, for all her supposed help, she's being very supportive of Jane. She was skeptical, which I can understand. But I felt like this was jealous of Jane. I don't know if it was jealous of her writing or what, but it didn't feel right."
"Hm. I'm not sure what I can tell you," Mneme said softly. "But I don't think you should get involved unless you absolutely have to."
"You're probably right. Hey, you want to do something?"
"Sure. How about we go to the bookstore?'
"That sounds like something we can both enjoy."
Monday, July 5, 2010
A Break from the Norm
Instead of doing my usual poetry and paragraph, I'm going to do something a little different. Last week Friday was officially the end of votes for paragraphs to further expand. Calz voted for one, and I have one that I'm going to expand because I want to see where it can go.
I'll do my paragraph on Wednesday's post.
So... the first one:
My heart was pounding as he pressed me back against the wall, locked my wrists above my head, and leaned in to kiss me. My breasts brushed against his chest with each breath I took. With his lips a mere centimeter from my own, I breathed, "What are you doing?" He just smiled at me. That one smile said it all, said that he was doing what we both wanted. What we'd wanted for quite some time. He nipped my lower lip before capturing me in a fierce kiss. And as he pulled away, I moaned softly. Then he nibbled gently on my neck and I gasped, my legs going weak. Oh how I wanted this, wanted him, but I knew he was going to make me beg for it.
He pulled back, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. I closed me eyes and leaned against the wall, letting it hold me up. I could feel his eyes running over me and I has to risk a peek. My breath caught in the back of my throat as he knelt in front of me. "You've always had such soft skin," he said, the bass ruble raising goosebumps. His fingers slowly pushed up my shirt and he rested his cheek against my stomach. The stubble on his chin tickled, as did the fine hairs on his head. He nuzzled my stomach and I cried out softly as he licked the flesh. His body was so warm against mine, I felt like I was going to burst into ash on the spot.
As he stood, he raised my shirt over my head. Thankfully, my arms were still up, so it was easy for him to remove it. The cooler air made me shiver slightly, but he drew me close again. Of their own volition, my arms wrapped around his shoulders and he kissed me. It was soft, and sweet, and hard, and demanding, and I melted into it. He slid his hand up my arm and, taking my hand, pulled back to lead me toward the bed. I let him draw me down to the clean cotton sheets. Normally I was more demanding, but something about him made me pliant and willing. I did, though, tug gently on his shirt and make a small noise, wanting him to take it off. When he did, I ran my hands up over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin.
Ah ah ah! I can't go any further. I have to tease these things! I'm not even going to do a logical end point on this one. I'm so terrible, aren't I?
And the second one!
Make sure you never cross a faerie ring. You can call them cylch y Tylwyth Teg if you want, but that's just a fancy name for trouble. I stepped off the forest path in search of mushrooms and saw the circle. Naturally, I was curious and decided to wait until the elf returned. Several hours later, a sprightly, jolly little fellow came traipsing back, bearing something in a basket. To this day, I don't know what it was. But I thought I could catch this bundle of mischief, so I lunged at him. In the process I stepped into the ring. The magic set my skin tingling, raising goose flesh along every bit of exposed skin. Not knowing what happened, I tried to step back out and found myself blocked, unable to pass. There was no physical barrier, mind you, but nonetheless I could not step past. I heard a noise behind me and, on the verge of panic, I spun around to see what it could be.
Behind me stood the elf. How I knew it was the same one, I can not say, for his countenance was much changed. No longer did he look like the sprightly, jolly fae I had seen. He was neither ugly nor scary, but he radiated a power and threat that had not been there, as well as a sort of ethereal beauty that should never have been. I fear I cannot describe him to you, though I saw his face clearly. Whether it is some trick or enchantment, or merely a failing of my memory, I wish I knew. But I do remember what he said to me. "Time passes differently here, mortal, in the land of the fae. A year and a day you will spend here, not a moment less." His smile was malicious as he brushed past me, vanishing into thin air.
Then it struck me, what he'd said. A year and and a day I was stuck in here. The faerie circle, the land of the fae, had become my prison. It was, I'm sure, a delicious reversal of position. I thought I heard an echo of my friends calling for me, so I turned around. There stood my friend, oblivious of the faerie ring. I rushed to the barrier, beating my hands against it, calling out to him. To my great despair, he gave no sign he heard me. I sat down in the grass and rested my head in my hands. A few minutes later, I heard more voices. More friends had come to look for me, my wife and my children were there, too. I don't know I know, but something told me they weren't anywhere near the ring in the grass. I just knew they were there, in the forested distance, their voices carrying softly through the trees.
I'll do my paragraph on Wednesday's post.
So... the first one:
My heart was pounding as he pressed me back against the wall, locked my wrists above my head, and leaned in to kiss me. My breasts brushed against his chest with each breath I took. With his lips a mere centimeter from my own, I breathed, "What are you doing?" He just smiled at me. That one smile said it all, said that he was doing what we both wanted. What we'd wanted for quite some time. He nipped my lower lip before capturing me in a fierce kiss. And as he pulled away, I moaned softly. Then he nibbled gently on my neck and I gasped, my legs going weak. Oh how I wanted this, wanted him, but I knew he was going to make me beg for it.
He pulled back, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. I closed me eyes and leaned against the wall, letting it hold me up. I could feel his eyes running over me and I has to risk a peek. My breath caught in the back of my throat as he knelt in front of me. "You've always had such soft skin," he said, the bass ruble raising goosebumps. His fingers slowly pushed up my shirt and he rested his cheek against my stomach. The stubble on his chin tickled, as did the fine hairs on his head. He nuzzled my stomach and I cried out softly as he licked the flesh. His body was so warm against mine, I felt like I was going to burst into ash on the spot.
As he stood, he raised my shirt over my head. Thankfully, my arms were still up, so it was easy for him to remove it. The cooler air made me shiver slightly, but he drew me close again. Of their own volition, my arms wrapped around his shoulders and he kissed me. It was soft, and sweet, and hard, and demanding, and I melted into it. He slid his hand up my arm and, taking my hand, pulled back to lead me toward the bed. I let him draw me down to the clean cotton sheets. Normally I was more demanding, but something about him made me pliant and willing. I did, though, tug gently on his shirt and make a small noise, wanting him to take it off. When he did, I ran my hands up over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin.
Ah ah ah! I can't go any further. I have to tease these things! I'm not even going to do a logical end point on this one. I'm so terrible, aren't I?
And the second one!
Make sure you never cross a faerie ring. You can call them cylch y Tylwyth Teg if you want, but that's just a fancy name for trouble. I stepped off the forest path in search of mushrooms and saw the circle. Naturally, I was curious and decided to wait until the elf returned. Several hours later, a sprightly, jolly little fellow came traipsing back, bearing something in a basket. To this day, I don't know what it was. But I thought I could catch this bundle of mischief, so I lunged at him. In the process I stepped into the ring. The magic set my skin tingling, raising goose flesh along every bit of exposed skin. Not knowing what happened, I tried to step back out and found myself blocked, unable to pass. There was no physical barrier, mind you, but nonetheless I could not step past. I heard a noise behind me and, on the verge of panic, I spun around to see what it could be.
Behind me stood the elf. How I knew it was the same one, I can not say, for his countenance was much changed. No longer did he look like the sprightly, jolly fae I had seen. He was neither ugly nor scary, but he radiated a power and threat that had not been there, as well as a sort of ethereal beauty that should never have been. I fear I cannot describe him to you, though I saw his face clearly. Whether it is some trick or enchantment, or merely a failing of my memory, I wish I knew. But I do remember what he said to me. "Time passes differently here, mortal, in the land of the fae. A year and a day you will spend here, not a moment less." His smile was malicious as he brushed past me, vanishing into thin air.
Then it struck me, what he'd said. A year and and a day I was stuck in here. The faerie circle, the land of the fae, had become my prison. It was, I'm sure, a delicious reversal of position. I thought I heard an echo of my friends calling for me, so I turned around. There stood my friend, oblivious of the faerie ring. I rushed to the barrier, beating my hands against it, calling out to him. To my great despair, he gave no sign he heard me. I sat down in the grass and rested my head in my hands. A few minutes later, I heard more voices. More friends had come to look for me, my wife and my children were there, too. I don't know I know, but something told me they weren't anywhere near the ring in the grass. I just knew they were there, in the forested distance, their voices carrying softly through the trees.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Post-hiding
June 26
If you are hiding, and being found, you aren't hiding well enough.
June 27
I can't unplug, it would be like removing my lifeline.
June 28
There was so much bass in the song I could feel it thudding in my chest.
June 29
It's not sarcasm if you don't pick it up.
June 30
On a whim, we decided that skydiving would be a fun, adventurous thing to do together.
July 1
I shucked my old life like a snake shedding its skin.
July 2
I just about froze as I dove into the frigid ocean water, but I was obligated to save his life.
If you are hiding, and being found, you aren't hiding well enough.
June 27
I can't unplug, it would be like removing my lifeline.
June 28
There was so much bass in the song I could feel it thudding in my chest.
June 29
It's not sarcasm if you don't pick it up.
June 30
On a whim, we decided that skydiving would be a fun, adventurous thing to do together.
July 1
I shucked my old life like a snake shedding its skin.
July 2
I just about froze as I dove into the frigid ocean water, but I was obligated to save his life.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Aoede
-_- Just realized I have more in student loans to pay back than I originally thought. This is depressing. Instead of $5500, I have $11000. Still no job, no responses to applications. Will have to put this other loan on unemp defer, as well. NOT looking forward to paying yet MORE money. Sigh. Oh well. It's time for some Aoede!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Slapping her arms against the chair she was sitting in, Jane stood to gather her papers and pen. She took them to her mini office and settled down at the desk. Frowning slightly, tongue sticking out, she determinedly set pen to paper and began to work on her song once again. She kept her original copy near to use some of the images from it.
"The earth quivers
But even in its fear
It cannot hide itself
From the scouring forces of nature
Which strip away the hope of new life
Nature's work leaves nothing more
Than a sweeping expanse of barren earth
A fallow field waiting
For rain that cannot come,
So its flowers cannot grow
Surrounding the field is inky, stagnant water
Hiding the unknown
Promising both life and destruction
If only it could flow
But while the depths are dark
The surface reflects a distant haze
The horizon burns red-orange
Approaching ever closer is a cleansing fire
Destroying and cleansing all in its path
Spitting and hissing, sparks flying
The fire roars inexorably forward"
Smiling, Jane carefully re-read what she'd written. It was different from the original, but conveyed more of what she was looking to. Satisfied, not wanting to push the limits too much, she stashed the papers inside her desk and went out for a walk. The song was much closer to done that it had been before, and she had quite a few more concrete ideas that when she'd first begun to write it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Slapping her arms against the chair she was sitting in, Jane stood to gather her papers and pen. She took them to her mini office and settled down at the desk. Frowning slightly, tongue sticking out, she determinedly set pen to paper and began to work on her song once again. She kept her original copy near to use some of the images from it.
"The earth quivers
But even in its fear
It cannot hide itself
From the scouring forces of nature
Which strip away the hope of new life
Nature's work leaves nothing more
Than a sweeping expanse of barren earth
A fallow field waiting
For rain that cannot come,
So its flowers cannot grow
Surrounding the field is inky, stagnant water
Hiding the unknown
Promising both life and destruction
If only it could flow
But while the depths are dark
The surface reflects a distant haze
The horizon burns red-orange
Approaching ever closer is a cleansing fire
Destroying and cleansing all in its path
Spitting and hissing, sparks flying
The fire roars inexorably forward"
Smiling, Jane carefully re-read what she'd written. It was different from the original, but conveyed more of what she was looking to. Satisfied, not wanting to push the limits too much, she stashed the papers inside her desk and went out for a walk. The song was much closer to done that it had been before, and she had quite a few more concrete ideas that when she'd first begun to write it.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Life Isn't Fair
Justice
Sometimes it doesn't
Turn out how we want it
So when they tell you life
Isn't fair
Just listen
Make sure you never cross a faerie ring. You can call them cylch y Tylwyth Teg if you want, but that's just a fancy name for trouble. I stepped off the forest path in search of mushrooms and saw the circle. Naturally, I was curious and decided to wait until the elf returned. Several hours later, a sprightly, jolly little fellow came traipsing back, bearing something in a basket. To this day, I don't know what it was. But I thought I could catch this bundle of mischief, so I lunged at him. In the process I stepped into the ring. The magic set my skin tingling, raising goose flesh along every bit of exposed skin. Not knowing what happened, I tried to step back out and found myself blocked, unable to pass. There was no physical barrier, mind you, but nonetheless I could not step past. I heard a noise behind me and, on the verge of panic, I spun around to see what it could be.
Sometimes it doesn't
Turn out how we want it
So when they tell you life
Isn't fair
Just listen
Make sure you never cross a faerie ring. You can call them cylch y Tylwyth Teg if you want, but that's just a fancy name for trouble. I stepped off the forest path in search of mushrooms and saw the circle. Naturally, I was curious and decided to wait until the elf returned. Several hours later, a sprightly, jolly little fellow came traipsing back, bearing something in a basket. To this day, I don't know what it was. But I thought I could catch this bundle of mischief, so I lunged at him. In the process I stepped into the ring. The magic set my skin tingling, raising goose flesh along every bit of exposed skin. Not knowing what happened, I tried to step back out and found myself blocked, unable to pass. There was no physical barrier, mind you, but nonetheless I could not step past. I heard a noise behind me and, on the verge of panic, I spun around to see what it could be.
Friday, June 25, 2010
The Bitch Before the Booze
Okay, so I'm not really bitching. In fact, I'm not bitching at all. Nope, I'm just putting up some sentences for the week.
June 19
Like a lion stalking across the plains, she crept up on her prey, oblivious to the noise she was making.
June 20
"Panda!" cooed the little girl, holding her arms out for the stuffed toy.
June 21
"I hope I don't need to go through the 'if you want to live' speech."
June 22
Make sure you never cross a faerie circle.
June 23
I grinned sheepishly and raised my hands in a "how should I know" gesture.
June 24
"There's a 30% chance of severe thunderstorms every day for the next week."
Jun3 25
Survival of the dumbest, that's the law of the day.
June 19
Like a lion stalking across the plains, she crept up on her prey, oblivious to the noise she was making.
June 20
"Panda!" cooed the little girl, holding her arms out for the stuffed toy.
June 21
"I hope I don't need to go through the 'if you want to live' speech."
June 22
Make sure you never cross a faerie circle.
June 23
I grinned sheepishly and raised my hands in a "how should I know" gesture.
June 24
"There's a 30% chance of severe thunderstorms every day for the next week."
Jun3 25
Survival of the dumbest, that's the law of the day.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Aoede
Aoede looked at Jane, her face carefully blank. "Aoede, don't say anything. I know Rhea doesn't like you, I just don't know why. But I guess we're all entitled to our feelings. Could you stay a bit longer and help me out with this piece?"
"Of course. I can stay for a bit, but then I do have to leave as well."
"Sure, sure. I have to ask, though. How come I don't feel all twitchy, like I need to write something? I mean, last time you," she coughed, "popped in, I did."
"Probably because this time you're really putting effort into working on the piece. As I have said before, I can't inspire those who don't want it. But I have been told my presence can have that effect on people."
Jane nodded. "Okay, so. Colors. I know you mentioned the different between cool and warm colors. But I think I should stick with warmer ones. Reds and oranges can be really ominous, as well as black. But then, they can also be really hopeful. Hm."
Aoede crossed her arms and smiled slightly. Jane blinked and started writing on her paper. Red-orange of new dawn... Inky water reflecting hopeful rays... Crackling/burning fire, sending furious sparks, eating away... dark soil, renewed and rich... Sun peeks over horizon... Jane continued to write down ideas for several more minutes. When she was done, she held out the sheet to Aoede, who shook her head. "I'm here to suggest and inspire, not critique overmuch. If you think it's good, and you think it has a place in your song, then you will write it in. Otherwise, it will be left out. Now, I do apologize, but I must be going. I have an appointment with my sisters."
"Thank you for your help. You really have given me some things to think about for my song."
"You're quite welcome," Aoede responded. She put her glass on the kitchen counter and, with a wave, she disappeared.
Jane slumped down into a chair. "Well," she mused softely, "that was certainly more interested that what I had planned to do today."
"Of course. I can stay for a bit, but then I do have to leave as well."
"Sure, sure. I have to ask, though. How come I don't feel all twitchy, like I need to write something? I mean, last time you," she coughed, "popped in, I did."
"Probably because this time you're really putting effort into working on the piece. As I have said before, I can't inspire those who don't want it. But I have been told my presence can have that effect on people."
Jane nodded. "Okay, so. Colors. I know you mentioned the different between cool and warm colors. But I think I should stick with warmer ones. Reds and oranges can be really ominous, as well as black. But then, they can also be really hopeful. Hm."
Aoede crossed her arms and smiled slightly. Jane blinked and started writing on her paper. Red-orange of new dawn... Inky water reflecting hopeful rays... Crackling/burning fire, sending furious sparks, eating away... dark soil, renewed and rich... Sun peeks over horizon... Jane continued to write down ideas for several more minutes. When she was done, she held out the sheet to Aoede, who shook her head. "I'm here to suggest and inspire, not critique overmuch. If you think it's good, and you think it has a place in your song, then you will write it in. Otherwise, it will be left out. Now, I do apologize, but I must be going. I have an appointment with my sisters."
"Thank you for your help. You really have given me some things to think about for my song."
"You're quite welcome," Aoede responded. She put her glass on the kitchen counter and, with a wave, she disappeared.
Jane slumped down into a chair. "Well," she mused softely, "that was certainly more interested that what I had planned to do today."
Inclement Weather Watch
It's 6:30 and we just had some epic storms roll through. However, there is still a severe storm watch, not to mention some tornado warnings about. So I'm going to try to update this evening, but if I cannot then it's because something probably happened to the power after I made this post.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Monday Night Poetry
On Friday, July 2, I will be closing the voting for which paragraph(s) to expand. If you wish to have input, feel free to make a most. You can cast your vote in any post I have made, since I read them all.
The Breakdown of Soul
The breakdown of the soul
Is both fast and slow.
It can come in little bits,
Like shark flakes of obsidian,
Slicing away.
But it sometimes come in heaps,
A landslide of negativity.
Sometimes we lost bits of it
Every day.
A piece here.
A bit there.
Until there is nothing left
But a
Shell
She looked at the man across from her. "Every time you have some little trouble, some meaningless triviality, you come to me. You expect constant sympathy, little things to make you feel better. You want me to be a fount of strong, expressive, pithy little bits of wisdom. Well, I hate to break it to you, but I have my own problems to deal with. And right now, they are far more pressing than anything you whine about. Basically, what I'm trying to tell you is this: You'll have to come back some other time if you want me to say something poignant."
The Breakdown of Soul
The breakdown of the soul
Is both fast and slow.
It can come in little bits,
Like shark flakes of obsidian,
Slicing away.
But it sometimes come in heaps,
A landslide of negativity.
Sometimes we lost bits of it
Every day.
A piece here.
A bit there.
Until there is nothing left
But a
Shell
She looked at the man across from her. "Every time you have some little trouble, some meaningless triviality, you come to me. You expect constant sympathy, little things to make you feel better. You want me to be a fount of strong, expressive, pithy little bits of wisdom. Well, I hate to break it to you, but I have my own problems to deal with. And right now, they are far more pressing than anything you whine about. Basically, what I'm trying to tell you is this: You'll have to come back some other time if you want me to say something poignant."
Friday, June 18, 2010
I'm feeling special today
It's Friday, so time for the weekly sentence marathon! Sorry for the late post. Been getting distracted really easy today.
June 12
I would ride you like a four-winged dragon, but it would still be unobtanium.
June 13
I'm sorry, but you seem to have me confused with someone who knows what you're talking about.
June 14
If you can't figure it out, even with the clues, then we need to figure out where you're going wrong.
June 15
"You'll have to come back some other time if you want me to say something poignant."
June 16
She rubbed her hands together, an evil grin plastered on her face.
June 17
The tiny fae flitted from flower to flower, shedding sparkles in her distress.
June 18
I am the Porno Queen and you will kiss my stiletto!
June 12
I would ride you like a four-winged dragon, but it would still be unobtanium.
June 13
I'm sorry, but you seem to have me confused with someone who knows what you're talking about.
June 14
If you can't figure it out, even with the clues, then we need to figure out where you're going wrong.
June 15
"You'll have to come back some other time if you want me to say something poignant."
June 16
She rubbed her hands together, an evil grin plastered on her face.
June 17
The tiny fae flitted from flower to flower, shedding sparkles in her distress.
June 18
I am the Porno Queen and you will kiss my stiletto!
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Aoede
Aoede stared into her glass of water as she asked mildly, "How are they conflicting images?"
"As I just said, they evoke completely different responses! Fire is something powerful, sure, but it also inspires fear. Houses burning down, lives ruined, forests razed, etc. Water is more calming, a quiet force. Everything that happens around water is done beneath the surface."
Jane frowned. "I think you're looking at it the wrong way, Rhea. Those are different sides of fire and water, yes. But Aoede has a point. Both of them are important symbols of life and death. I mean, if you look at religions, many belief systems feel that both elements purify things. That's more in line with what I'm thinking. Cleansing, refreshing, rebuilding."
Rhea shrugged, but spared an unfriendly look at Aoede. "Certainly. Do what you think is best, Jane, dear. It's your song and I want you to be completely happy with it."
"You know, Jane, you might want to include some color imagery. It's only a suggestion, but different colors evoke different feelings. Rhea has a point. You want to evoke emotion, so that people understand where you're coming from. Cooler colors, such as greens and blues and purples are more calming and restful. Warmer colors, reds, oranges, yellows, and the like, are more lively and vibrant. If you play with color imagery it could add a different aspect to your song. For example, the distant fire colors the sky in splashes of red and orange. As the sun sets, it's beautiful. But coming from a fire, it is more ominous. It's just something to think about."
Jane nodded. "I never thought of that. Thanks Aoede." She wrote the word colors on her sheet of paper.
"Well," groaned Rhea, standing, "I think it's time for me to go. I do have things to do. Jane, it's been wonderful to see you. Aoede, I would like to say it has been a pleasure, but instead I'll say it's been interesting." She nodded to both of them, went to put her glass in the sink, and left the apartment.
"As I just said, they evoke completely different responses! Fire is something powerful, sure, but it also inspires fear. Houses burning down, lives ruined, forests razed, etc. Water is more calming, a quiet force. Everything that happens around water is done beneath the surface."
Jane frowned. "I think you're looking at it the wrong way, Rhea. Those are different sides of fire and water, yes. But Aoede has a point. Both of them are important symbols of life and death. I mean, if you look at religions, many belief systems feel that both elements purify things. That's more in line with what I'm thinking. Cleansing, refreshing, rebuilding."
Rhea shrugged, but spared an unfriendly look at Aoede. "Certainly. Do what you think is best, Jane, dear. It's your song and I want you to be completely happy with it."
"You know, Jane, you might want to include some color imagery. It's only a suggestion, but different colors evoke different feelings. Rhea has a point. You want to evoke emotion, so that people understand where you're coming from. Cooler colors, such as greens and blues and purples are more calming and restful. Warmer colors, reds, oranges, yellows, and the like, are more lively and vibrant. If you play with color imagery it could add a different aspect to your song. For example, the distant fire colors the sky in splashes of red and orange. As the sun sets, it's beautiful. But coming from a fire, it is more ominous. It's just something to think about."
Jane nodded. "I never thought of that. Thanks Aoede." She wrote the word colors on her sheet of paper.
"Well," groaned Rhea, standing, "I think it's time for me to go. I do have things to do. Jane, it's been wonderful to see you. Aoede, I would like to say it has been a pleasure, but instead I'll say it's been interesting." She nodded to both of them, went to put her glass in the sink, and left the apartment.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Romance
Romance
She has
Eyes like stars, skin soft as a baby
Long, silken hair to twine around your fingers
Perfect breasts and mile-long legs
Delicate fingers and toes
He has
A strong, rugged jaw
With dark eyes to make you swoon
Strong, sculpted chest and arms
A smile to melt the coldest heart
Together they make the perfect couple
They have their fights
They have their make-ups
Their everyday lives that go on and on
But through it all is the romance
Candle-lit dinners, just those two
Slow walks in the park
Nights spent in front of the fire
Holding hands, resting her head on his shoulder
Content just to be together
I was going to do something raunchier for that one. I think, however, I shall save more raunchy stuff for later, hm? :)
The melody drifted in the air around us, powerful, emotional, moving. The lady sung a melody of loss and recovery that swept us away, mesmerizing the entire crowd. Our hearts broke as the music grew sad. We felt lonely, unhappy, and unloved together. And, as the swirling music blended with the singer's voice, we found ourselves healed. It was a slow, slow crescendo until, at least, we unconsciously cried out in exultation at finding happiness again. As the song died, the last few notes fading from the air, the mood in the room remained pensive. No-body clapped, it wasn't appropriate. A few cried still, others wore beaming smiles, and some looked shocked. And as we left, we knew, how we knew, we'd remember the song, if not the people who heard it with us.
She has
Eyes like stars, skin soft as a baby
Long, silken hair to twine around your fingers
Perfect breasts and mile-long legs
Delicate fingers and toes
He has
A strong, rugged jaw
With dark eyes to make you swoon
Strong, sculpted chest and arms
A smile to melt the coldest heart
Together they make the perfect couple
They have their fights
They have their make-ups
Their everyday lives that go on and on
But through it all is the romance
Candle-lit dinners, just those two
Slow walks in the park
Nights spent in front of the fire
Holding hands, resting her head on his shoulder
Content just to be together
I was going to do something raunchier for that one. I think, however, I shall save more raunchy stuff for later, hm? :)
The melody drifted in the air around us, powerful, emotional, moving. The lady sung a melody of loss and recovery that swept us away, mesmerizing the entire crowd. Our hearts broke as the music grew sad. We felt lonely, unhappy, and unloved together. And, as the swirling music blended with the singer's voice, we found ourselves healed. It was a slow, slow crescendo until, at least, we unconsciously cried out in exultation at finding happiness again. As the song died, the last few notes fading from the air, the mood in the room remained pensive. No-body clapped, it wasn't appropriate. A few cried still, others wore beaming smiles, and some looked shocked. And as we left, we knew, how we knew, we'd remember the song, if not the people who heard it with us.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Friday Brings with it Small Comforts
June 5
His voice was deep and warm, flowing over me like honey, promising things not spoken of in polite society
June 6
I kept waking up feeling like I'd run a marathon, so one night I decided to pretend to sleep.
June 7
She sat by the telephone, hoping for and dreading the call she knew was coming.
June 8
I never did understand the adage "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all."
June 9
The melody drifted in the air around us, powerful, emotional, stirring.
June 10
It's not a freak show, it's my life.
June 11
Tom felt numb, empty, and hollow after pushing away every unwanted emotion.
His voice was deep and warm, flowing over me like honey, promising things not spoken of in polite society
June 6
I kept waking up feeling like I'd run a marathon, so one night I decided to pretend to sleep.
June 7
She sat by the telephone, hoping for and dreading the call she knew was coming.
June 8
I never did understand the adage "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all."
June 9
The melody drifted in the air around us, powerful, emotional, stirring.
June 10
It's not a freak show, it's my life.
June 11
Tom felt numb, empty, and hollow after pushing away every unwanted emotion.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Aoede (redux)
Okay, well, it's 12:30 AM. I'm still up, though, so it's still Wednesday for me. :)
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Oh, it's no problem," said Jane. "I'll get it for you. Rhea, sit down and drink your wine. I would hate for it to go to waste." The witch-streaked woman glared over the top of her wine glass. It was obvious there was much more she wanted to say on the matter, but it would have to be left for another time. Aoede was already planning a special visit to this "friend" of Jane's.
Aoede wasn't completely sure just why she disliked Rhea. But it almost felt like she was jealous of her charge. Though, whether it was jealousy for being a great musician, or for being visited by a muse, or some other reason she couldn't tell. Regardless of the reason, it made no sense at all. Most people had some sort of creative bent. Most.
"Thank you," said Aoede softly as she accepting the glass of water from Jane.
"Well, I guess now that that's over, we can all be civilized people and let me write my song?"
"Of course. I'm sorry to have been bothersome." Aoede sipped from her glass. "You were going to make a list of images, weren't you?" She studiously ignored Rhea's continued dislike. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Well, yeah. I really like the images I have. But do you think the fire and water motifs might be a bit conflicting?"
Aoede though out it, sipping at her drink. "Not as much as you might think," she said slowly. "Both are strong images. Water and fire can both be destructive, as well as life giving. Water is necessary for life. And fire purifies, returning vital nutrients to the ground so that new plants can grow. They can both also be very beautiful. So you could feasibly use both, though whether or not you will is ultimately up to you..."
Rhea broke in. "I think they conflict. Whatever you say about them both being powerful might be true, they evoke completely different responses."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Oh, it's no problem," said Jane. "I'll get it for you. Rhea, sit down and drink your wine. I would hate for it to go to waste." The witch-streaked woman glared over the top of her wine glass. It was obvious there was much more she wanted to say on the matter, but it would have to be left for another time. Aoede was already planning a special visit to this "friend" of Jane's.
Aoede wasn't completely sure just why she disliked Rhea. But it almost felt like she was jealous of her charge. Though, whether it was jealousy for being a great musician, or for being visited by a muse, or some other reason she couldn't tell. Regardless of the reason, it made no sense at all. Most people had some sort of creative bent. Most.
"Thank you," said Aoede softly as she accepting the glass of water from Jane.
"Well, I guess now that that's over, we can all be civilized people and let me write my song?"
"Of course. I'm sorry to have been bothersome." Aoede sipped from her glass. "You were going to make a list of images, weren't you?" She studiously ignored Rhea's continued dislike. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Well, yeah. I really like the images I have. But do you think the fire and water motifs might be a bit conflicting?"
Aoede though out it, sipping at her drink. "Not as much as you might think," she said slowly. "Both are strong images. Water and fire can both be destructive, as well as life giving. Water is necessary for life. And fire purifies, returning vital nutrients to the ground so that new plants can grow. They can both also be very beautiful. So you could feasibly use both, though whether or not you will is ultimately up to you..."
Rhea broke in. "I think they conflict. Whatever you say about them both being powerful might be true, they evoke completely different responses."
Monday, June 7, 2010
Lazy Monday
The Safety Net
It catches you when you fall
And never makes you feel small
It's the people you know
And the places you go
That make up your support wall
Blah. Just... poetry blah.
"The camp out was great, dad! I really had lots of fun. The bugs weren't all that great, but we had bug juice. And we slept in tents and cooked our own food. But it wasn't what I eat at home. Cuz you can't cook certain things over a fire. At least, not like you can hot dogs. I don't really like hot dogs, they taste funny. You pretend hot dogs taste like chicken nuggets. If you don't, then you're going to end up not eating something cuz you're not going to like it."
It catches you when you fall
And never makes you feel small
It's the people you know
And the places you go
That make up your support wall
Blah. Just... poetry blah.
"The camp out was great, dad! I really had lots of fun. The bugs weren't all that great, but we had bug juice. And we slept in tents and cooked our own food. But it wasn't what I eat at home. Cuz you can't cook certain things over a fire. At least, not like you can hot dogs. I don't really like hot dogs, they taste funny. You pretend hot dogs taste like chicken nuggets. If you don't, then you're going to end up not eating something cuz you're not going to like it."
Friday, June 4, 2010
Feeling Lethargic
Please, please, PLEASE vote for which paragraph you want further expanded! I've only got one vote so far and I would love to have more.
May 29
"What's got your knickers in a knot?"
May 30
There are times in our lives when we wish we could return to the innocence of youth.
May 31
Now is parallel to eternity.
June 1
He learned early in life that he best way to deal with pain was to ignore it.
June 2
"I would give my right lung for a chance to taste that again."
June 3
You pretend hot dogs taste like chicken nuggets.
June 4
Don't let the looks fool you, she's exactly as dumb as she seems.
May 29
"What's got your knickers in a knot?"
May 30
There are times in our lives when we wish we could return to the innocence of youth.
May 31
Now is parallel to eternity.
June 1
He learned early in life that he best way to deal with pain was to ignore it.
June 2
"I would give my right lung for a chance to taste that again."
June 3
You pretend hot dogs taste like chicken nuggets.
June 4
Don't let the looks fool you, she's exactly as dumb as she seems.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Aoede
As of the second I hit submit, this will make 40 posts. Not a particularly noteworthy achievement, but given my propensity to give up on blogging, I think it's worth something. No treat yet, though. I figure that will probably come around post 100. But who knows?
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*~*~*~*~*~*
Aoede smiled, taking Rhea's hand and giving it a slow shake. As she did so, she used her abilities to subtly read the woman. What she felt concerned her a bit, but she wasn't going to say anything about it. Jane clearly adored her friend and would take no badmouthing of her. So Aoede schooled her face to a pleasant demeanor and smiled brightly. "Rhea, it's an honor to meet you. I'm glad you'll be available when I cannot be to help Jane."
Rhea pulled her hand back and slowly crossed her arms. "May I ask you a question?" Her expression wasn't particularly friendly, but neither was it hostile.
"Certainly. If I can answer it, I will do so."
"Why now?"
"Excuse me?"
"You're a Muse right, a goddess of inspiration?"
"Well, yes..."
"So then why now," Rhea continued as if Aoede hadn't spoken, "of all times, did you choose to show up and help Jane? Jane's a musician and songwriter, so you had to have known when she stopped writing. If you are who and what you say you are, then why didn't you do something earlier, hm?"
Aoede wasn't surprised by the questions Rhea posed to her. In fact, she expected it from the moment the other woman spoke. Now it was her turn to cross her arms. "I am indeed Aoede, the Greek Muse of Music. Of course, there's no way to prove it to you. And even if I could, would you really be satisfied? Or would you ask for more and more demonstrations?" She waved the questions away. "Through the centuries, I have watched over and inspired more people than you can possibly imagine. The entire current population of the planet is a mere fraction of the people I have watched over. At times, it is overwhelming, but I make sure to watch over every single person who has a creative bent. And before you ask, no it does not matter whether or not they exercise that talent.
"So, yes, I knew the exact moment when Jane stopped writing. I even have an inkling of why, though I'm not going to tell you. That's for Jane to tell you if, or when, she's ready. Why did I wait until now to step in? I can only inspire those who are willing. If I tried to inspire an engineer, for example, to write a sonnet, it wouldn't happen. I can't force someone to do it. Jane was finally ready for me to step in and help her write, even if she didn't feel like it at the time." Aoede turned to Jane. "I'm sorry to speak about you like you're not here, but I felt it necessary to get my point across to your friend here."
Jane blinked and looked a bit shocked. Aoede had sounded almost... angry. Which was something she never expected to hear out of the Muse. "Uh... yeah, no problem." She saw Rhea open her mouth, probably to say something even more confrontational. But Jane didn't want to have a pissed-off demigoddess in her living room. "Aoede, would you like something to drink?"
"Sure. Show me where the glasses are and I'll get myself a glass of ice water."
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*~*~*~*~*~*
Aoede smiled, taking Rhea's hand and giving it a slow shake. As she did so, she used her abilities to subtly read the woman. What she felt concerned her a bit, but she wasn't going to say anything about it. Jane clearly adored her friend and would take no badmouthing of her. So Aoede schooled her face to a pleasant demeanor and smiled brightly. "Rhea, it's an honor to meet you. I'm glad you'll be available when I cannot be to help Jane."
Rhea pulled her hand back and slowly crossed her arms. "May I ask you a question?" Her expression wasn't particularly friendly, but neither was it hostile.
"Certainly. If I can answer it, I will do so."
"Why now?"
"Excuse me?"
"You're a Muse right, a goddess of inspiration?"
"Well, yes..."
"So then why now," Rhea continued as if Aoede hadn't spoken, "of all times, did you choose to show up and help Jane? Jane's a musician and songwriter, so you had to have known when she stopped writing. If you are who and what you say you are, then why didn't you do something earlier, hm?"
Aoede wasn't surprised by the questions Rhea posed to her. In fact, she expected it from the moment the other woman spoke. Now it was her turn to cross her arms. "I am indeed Aoede, the Greek Muse of Music. Of course, there's no way to prove it to you. And even if I could, would you really be satisfied? Or would you ask for more and more demonstrations?" She waved the questions away. "Through the centuries, I have watched over and inspired more people than you can possibly imagine. The entire current population of the planet is a mere fraction of the people I have watched over. At times, it is overwhelming, but I make sure to watch over every single person who has a creative bent. And before you ask, no it does not matter whether or not they exercise that talent.
"So, yes, I knew the exact moment when Jane stopped writing. I even have an inkling of why, though I'm not going to tell you. That's for Jane to tell you if, or when, she's ready. Why did I wait until now to step in? I can only inspire those who are willing. If I tried to inspire an engineer, for example, to write a sonnet, it wouldn't happen. I can't force someone to do it. Jane was finally ready for me to step in and help her write, even if she didn't feel like it at the time." Aoede turned to Jane. "I'm sorry to speak about you like you're not here, but I felt it necessary to get my point across to your friend here."
Jane blinked and looked a bit shocked. Aoede had sounded almost... angry. Which was something she never expected to hear out of the Muse. "Uh... yeah, no problem." She saw Rhea open her mouth, probably to say something even more confrontational. But Jane didn't want to have a pissed-off demigoddess in her living room. "Aoede, would you like something to drink?"
"Sure. Show me where the glasses are and I'll get myself a glass of ice water."
Monday, May 31, 2010
Monday Special Offer!
I've been going at this for some three months now. Expanded a lot of sentences, written some poetry both good and bad, pursued a story to see where it will lead me.
Now I open another project, one that I believe I will do every other month. So here's what YOU have to do:
1. Go back through the log of paragraphs I have done.
2.Choose one that you would REALLY like to read more from. (I suspect I'll get 3 or 4 different ones.)
In turn, I will attempt to expand them more. Good look choosing.
Now I open another project, one that I believe I will do every other month. So here's what YOU have to do:
1. Go back through the log of paragraphs I have done.
2.Choose one that you would REALLY like to read more from. (I suspect I'll get 3 or 4 different ones.)
In turn, I will attempt to expand them more. Good look choosing.
Memorial Day
Yep, it's Memorial Day. But I'm not going to wax poetic about people who died in wars. Nor will I do so about veterans. That's, nominally, what Veterans Day is for.
Don't let me ruin my life
Run myself down
Burn myself out
Stop me from doing the stupid things
That we both know
I'm going to do
Or, if you can't stop me,
Then at least don't leave me
High and dry when I have
To deal with the consequences
Yeah, I know. Kinda short today. But, then, when have I written a terribly long piece for this? I really do need to get some more form in my poems. I just need to find a book for ideas. Ha ha!
Only two people responded to my sentences this week. But I like the one KP chose. So I'm going to run with that one:
My heart was pounding as he pressed me back against the wall, locked my wrists above my head, and leaned in to kiss me. My breasts brushed against his chest with each breath I took. With his lips a mere centimeter from my own, I breathed, "What are you doing?" He just smiled at me. That one smile said it all, said that he was doing what we both wanted. What we'd wanted for quite some time. He nipped my lower lip before capturing me in a fierce kiss. And as he pulled away, I moaned softly. Then he nibbled gently on my neck and I gasped, my legs going weak. Oh how I wanted this, wanted him, but I knew he was going to make me beg for it.
Don't let me ruin my life
Run myself down
Burn myself out
Stop me from doing the stupid things
That we both know
I'm going to do
Or, if you can't stop me,
Then at least don't leave me
High and dry when I have
To deal with the consequences
Yeah, I know. Kinda short today. But, then, when have I written a terribly long piece for this? I really do need to get some more form in my poems. I just need to find a book for ideas. Ha ha!
Only two people responded to my sentences this week. But I like the one KP chose. So I'm going to run with that one:
My heart was pounding as he pressed me back against the wall, locked my wrists above my head, and leaned in to kiss me. My breasts brushed against his chest with each breath I took. With his lips a mere centimeter from my own, I breathed, "What are you doing?" He just smiled at me. That one smile said it all, said that he was doing what we both wanted. What we'd wanted for quite some time. He nipped my lower lip before capturing me in a fierce kiss. And as he pulled away, I moaned softly. Then he nibbled gently on my neck and I gasped, my legs going weak. Oh how I wanted this, wanted him, but I knew he was going to make me beg for it.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Boozin' on into the Weekend
It's the last Friday of the month, which means it's Booze'n'Bitch day. But I have responsibilities! Sentences for you all.
May 22
I don't like being played the fool and she was in the habit of doing so.
May 23
My heart was pounding as he pressed me back against the wall, locked my wrists above my head, and leaned in to kiss me.
May 24
The pacing tiger was art in motion.
May 25
In my dream, I saw a bright flash as millions of stars died.
May 26
"Sir, the atmosphere on the unknown planet is 60% carbon-dioxide, 20% oxygen, 10% water, 9% nitrogen, with the remaining 1% consisting of traces of other compounds."
May 27
Also, there are river sharks... like my rugged cock.
May 28
Normally, she's the quiet, shy type, but we've seen her wild side.
May 22
I don't like being played the fool and she was in the habit of doing so.
May 23
My heart was pounding as he pressed me back against the wall, locked my wrists above my head, and leaned in to kiss me.
May 24
The pacing tiger was art in motion.
May 25
In my dream, I saw a bright flash as millions of stars died.
May 26
"Sir, the atmosphere on the unknown planet is 60% carbon-dioxide, 20% oxygen, 10% water, 9% nitrogen, with the remaining 1% consisting of traces of other compounds."
May 27
Also, there are river sharks... like my rugged cock.
May 28
Normally, she's the quiet, shy type, but we've seen her wild side.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Aoede
And now for your regularly scheduled story installment.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Jane was surprised to hear another knock on her door. She wasn't expecting anyone but Rhea. Speaking of Rhea, the woman was looking at her with her eyebrows practically to her hairline. Shrugging her shoulders, Jane went to the door and looked through the peephole. There stood Aoede, true to her word about not barging into the apartment. Opening her door, she poked her head out.
"What are you doing here?"
Aoede looked confused. "It felt like you were writing. Or confused about what you were writing, so I thought I could stop by and help."
"Well, yeah, I have a friend over. We're talking about what I've written. She's trying to help me with it."
"Oh, I see. If you want me to go, I can easily come back some other time."
"No, no. Come on in." Jane stepped back, holding the door open. "I could use your opinion on a few things." Aoede stepped into the apartment. She smiled and waited for Jane to go back to the living room. Then she followed her in, observing the woman sitting on the couch.
"Aoede, this is my friend Rhea. Rhea, meet Aoede. She's the Muse I was telling you about."
Rhea stood and walked to Aoede, holding out her hand. "Pleased to meet you."
~*~*~*~*~
I go for the suspense thing, but sometimes I just feel like I'm truncating it. Thoughts?
~*~*~*~*~*~
Jane was surprised to hear another knock on her door. She wasn't expecting anyone but Rhea. Speaking of Rhea, the woman was looking at her with her eyebrows practically to her hairline. Shrugging her shoulders, Jane went to the door and looked through the peephole. There stood Aoede, true to her word about not barging into the apartment. Opening her door, she poked her head out.
"What are you doing here?"
Aoede looked confused. "It felt like you were writing. Or confused about what you were writing, so I thought I could stop by and help."
"Well, yeah, I have a friend over. We're talking about what I've written. She's trying to help me with it."
"Oh, I see. If you want me to go, I can easily come back some other time."
"No, no. Come on in." Jane stepped back, holding the door open. "I could use your opinion on a few things." Aoede stepped into the apartment. She smiled and waited for Jane to go back to the living room. Then she followed her in, observing the woman sitting on the couch.
"Aoede, this is my friend Rhea. Rhea, meet Aoede. She's the Muse I was telling you about."
Rhea stood and walked to Aoede, holding out her hand. "Pleased to meet you."
~*~*~*~*~
I go for the suspense thing, but sometimes I just feel like I'm truncating it. Thoughts?
Monday, May 24, 2010
And Ode to Healing
Okay, tonight I have to mesh my writing and my WoWing. I was healing on a character I'm currently leveling. And twice I got tanks who were... less than stellar. Which means, they died and blamed me. So tonight, I lament it all.
The tank, our shield of flesh and bone
He stands between us and certain death
The damage dealers, striking from near and far
Destroying our enemies while they focus on the tank
But the healer is the linchpin, the savior
Without him, the group will fail
For who else, repairs wounds?
Ah, healers are often maligned when they start out
"I died, so you much suck!"
If only the tanks would pay attention
To us poor, beleaguered healers
Then maybe, just maybe
THEY WOULDN'T DIE
Poem-rant over. I feel better now.
They played with special like malicious children. They were geneticists, tasked with cracking the DNA genome of various species. But they also dabbled in gene splicing, taking the traits from one animal and putting them into another. Then they would look at the results and systematically destroy them, just like a small child with a doll he/she doesn't like. If they don't kill them when they're done, they toss them aside like so much offal. All this is done behind closed doors, without the knowledge or approval of their superiors. After all, who would want a chicken with genes taken from a crocodile?
I'm not normally the jealous, or suspicious type, but there was something about him. I could quite put my finger on it. Needless to say, I was wary of his intentions and absolutely nothing he did was convincing me otherwise. So, I hired a private detective to follow him. I mean, what self-respecting wife wouldn't, right? It wasn't that I was worried that he was cheating or anything... That's just something silly we're all supposed to think. No, no. It was something else. And it was all in the way he got rather shifty when I asked him where he was going after dinner. Or the way he would look around nervously before he entered his office. I tried to get in, but he locked it.
The tank, our shield of flesh and bone
He stands between us and certain death
The damage dealers, striking from near and far
Destroying our enemies while they focus on the tank
But the healer is the linchpin, the savior
Without him, the group will fail
For who else, repairs wounds?
Ah, healers are often maligned when they start out
"I died, so you much suck!"
If only the tanks would pay attention
To us poor, beleaguered healers
Then maybe, just maybe
THEY WOULDN'T DIE
Poem-rant over. I feel better now.
They played with special like malicious children. They were geneticists, tasked with cracking the DNA genome of various species. But they also dabbled in gene splicing, taking the traits from one animal and putting them into another. Then they would look at the results and systematically destroy them, just like a small child with a doll he/she doesn't like. If they don't kill them when they're done, they toss them aside like so much offal. All this is done behind closed doors, without the knowledge or approval of their superiors. After all, who would want a chicken with genes taken from a crocodile?
I'm not normally the jealous, or suspicious type, but there was something about him. I could quite put my finger on it. Needless to say, I was wary of his intentions and absolutely nothing he did was convincing me otherwise. So, I hired a private detective to follow him. I mean, what self-respecting wife wouldn't, right? It wasn't that I was worried that he was cheating or anything... That's just something silly we're all supposed to think. No, no. It was something else. And it was all in the way he got rather shifty when I asked him where he was going after dinner. Or the way he would look around nervously before he entered his office. I tried to get in, but he locked it.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Post-Frazzle Friday
It's Friday and that can only mean one thing. Yes. Another week of my sentences. Don't I get tired of writing these?
May 15
She woke up to find her arms curled lovingly around the corpse of her husband.
May 16
Why, if God is supposed to be all-powerful, does he let tragedies happen?
May 17
Now we are living in the land of opportunity, if only you would see it.
May 18
The scent of fresh blood was making him hungry even as the full moon eroded his self control.
May 19
They played with species like malicious children.
May 20
If you can't stand the heat, go hide in the basement.
May 21
Needless to say, I was wary of his intentions and absolutely nothing he did was convincing me otherwise.
May 15
She woke up to find her arms curled lovingly around the corpse of her husband.
May 16
Why, if God is supposed to be all-powerful, does he let tragedies happen?
May 17
Now we are living in the land of opportunity, if only you would see it.
May 18
The scent of fresh blood was making him hungry even as the full moon eroded his self control.
May 19
They played with species like malicious children.
May 20
If you can't stand the heat, go hide in the basement.
May 21
Needless to say, I was wary of his intentions and absolutely nothing he did was convincing me otherwise.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Aoede
I know that it is late, but I'm not putting this off until tomorrow. So without further ado, I give you the continuation of my story. However, since it is so late, it is going to be short.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"You know," said Rhea slowly, "now that I think about it,some of these images you're using are rather cliché. Don't you writer types normally try to stay away from those things?"
"Well, yes. But it's hard because there are so many of them. I mean, they are used so often that, despite losing their original meaning, people do have a tendency to relate to them.. That and, used properly, they are generally pretty accurate with their intended meaning and descriptions. Sometimes, try as you might, you can't escape a cliché when it just works."
Rhea shrugged. "I guess I never thought of it that way. But that does make sense. So you think that these clichés are expressing exactly what you want them to?"
Jane thought about it for a moment. "Not all of them, I guess. I hadn't really thought about it up until now. I was just kinda writing. I didn't want to over think and then become anal about going back and have to rework everything. Sometimes things just work better when you let them flow."
"Well, you're right enough about that. Still, maybe you should do a list of all the images you have or want to use. That way you can choose which ones you want to continue and which ones you might think about taking about. You don't have to, but it's a thought."
"I suppose I could..."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"You know," said Rhea slowly, "now that I think about it,some of these images you're using are rather cliché. Don't you writer types normally try to stay away from those things?"
"Well, yes. But it's hard because there are so many of them. I mean, they are used so often that, despite losing their original meaning, people do have a tendency to relate to them.. That and, used properly, they are generally pretty accurate with their intended meaning and descriptions. Sometimes, try as you might, you can't escape a cliché when it just works."
Rhea shrugged. "I guess I never thought of it that way. But that does make sense. So you think that these clichés are expressing exactly what you want them to?"
Jane thought about it for a moment. "Not all of them, I guess. I hadn't really thought about it up until now. I was just kinda writing. I didn't want to over think and then become anal about going back and have to rework everything. Sometimes things just work better when you let them flow."
"Well, you're right enough about that. Still, maybe you should do a list of all the images you have or want to use. That way you can choose which ones you want to continue and which ones you might think about taking about. You don't have to, but it's a thought."
"I suppose I could..."
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Placeholder
I don't like missing posts. But... something happened with my family this evening and I'm honestly not feeling in the mood to write. I'll go back and edit this post later (or write another one) with the story. I have some ideas that I want to do, and I want to get them out before I forget them.
So you'll have to forgive me for not posting story-related content.
So you'll have to forgive me for not posting story-related content.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Fetishism
And what is it, I wonder, that gets you
HOT and bothered?
Where do you fall in the vanilla scale:
It's missionary or bust, something other then normal scares me
Toes in the water, experimentation is exciting
Knee deep and lovin' every minute
Up to my chest and never lookin' back
In over my head, the kinkier the better
You might call it hardcore, I call it a good time
I blame Nathan Fillion's show Castle for that one. :3
There were votes for three different sentences this week. While I think all three could be interesting if expanded, I'm going with one this week. And that's the one with multiple votes. I also think it fits in nicely with my poem:
"In the end, what is life but passion?"
Hatred, rage, pain, lust, and love. They are all strong emotions. They can motivate us, drive us, or leave us dejected. Nor are they the only emotions which elicit strong reactions. I despise. I adore. I respect. I cannot, will not, do not. Regardless of what you feel, what motivates you is emotion. Even actions like murder is often described as "crimes of passion!" If you sit in a dark room, trying to feel nothing, you'll find it incredibly hard to do so. Memories from your past, plans for your future and they all draw some sort of feeling from deep inside your psyche. So I will postulate. In the end, what is life but passion?
Mediocre, that paragraph. But at the same time, I think it does begin to approach what I was trying to get it. Thoughts? Additional comments about it? Leave me loves notes.
HOT and bothered?
Where do you fall in the vanilla scale:
It's missionary or bust, something other then normal scares me
Toes in the water, experimentation is exciting
Knee deep and lovin' every minute
Up to my chest and never lookin' back
In over my head, the kinkier the better
You might call it hardcore, I call it a good time
I blame Nathan Fillion's show Castle for that one. :3
There were votes for three different sentences this week. While I think all three could be interesting if expanded, I'm going with one this week. And that's the one with multiple votes. I also think it fits in nicely with my poem:
"In the end, what is life but passion?"
Hatred, rage, pain, lust, and love. They are all strong emotions. They can motivate us, drive us, or leave us dejected. Nor are they the only emotions which elicit strong reactions. I despise. I adore. I respect. I cannot, will not, do not. Regardless of what you feel, what motivates you is emotion. Even actions like murder is often described as "crimes of passion!" If you sit in a dark room, trying to feel nothing, you'll find it incredibly hard to do so. Memories from your past, plans for your future and they all draw some sort of feeling from deep inside your psyche. So I will postulate. In the end, what is life but passion?
Mediocre, that paragraph. But at the same time, I think it does begin to approach what I was trying to get it. Thoughts? Additional comments about it? Leave me loves notes.
Friday, May 14, 2010
The Best Italian name is D'Incognito
Okay, so it has absolutely nothing to do with my sentences. But it's still an awesome Italian last name. And I'm not making it up.
I'm also still looking for suggestions on themes. Any suggestion will be taken into consideration!
May 8
Decision is everything.
(I would like to thank Strumpet for this sentence, since she originally wrote it. But she gave me permission to use it.)
May 9
Follow through on threats and promises or else they become nothing more than empty words.
May 10
If the eyes are the window to the soul, are the blind soulless?
May 11
In the end, what is life but passion?
May 12
Jupiter loomed above us, filling the view of every window in our ship.
May 13
It was black and cold and lonely in the escape pod as it hurtled through space toward the unnamed planet.
May 14
He woke up to the sound of screeching, momentarily disoriented by the strident noise.
I'm also still looking for suggestions on themes. Any suggestion will be taken into consideration!
May 8
Decision is everything.
(I would like to thank Strumpet for this sentence, since she originally wrote it. But she gave me permission to use it.)
May 9
Follow through on threats and promises or else they become nothing more than empty words.
May 10
If the eyes are the window to the soul, are the blind soulless?
May 11
In the end, what is life but passion?
May 12
Jupiter loomed above us, filling the view of every window in our ship.
May 13
It was black and cold and lonely in the escape pod as it hurtled through space toward the unnamed planet.
May 14
He woke up to the sound of screeching, momentarily disoriented by the strident noise.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Wednesday
I know what you're all thinking. It's Wednesday! That means it is time for a continuation of Aoede. Well, normally that would be true. But this week I'm taking a break from Aoede. The other two segments change from week to week. I've been pretty good in keeping Aoede going, but I think I need just a bit of time to step back and examine where I've been and where I'm going with the story. So instead, I give you a short, standalone piece.
~*~*~*~*~
The smells of summer drift in the air around me. They swirl in the thermals created by the warm earth. Here I detect a hint of lavender. There, the heady scent of roses in full bloom. I can even smell fresh-cut grass. Tilting my head back, I feel the warmth of the sun beat against my face. It feels wonderful.
I let myself fall onto my back in the grass. A new pocket of scents rises around my prone body. Smiling, I dig my fingers into the sun-warmed grass. This is so luxurious. I could almost fall asleep. I hear another body fall beside me, so I slit my eyes open and look. Through a haze of blue I see my lover next to me. He reaches out to caress my cheek. I roll over and rest my head on his shoulder. A new scent joins the ones of summer. The scent of his skin and cologne are a heady addition to an already potent potpourri. My hand plays in the grass at his side, his resting as the small of my back.
He whispers a sweet nothing in my ear, making my giggle. I poke his side and he squirms. He's ticklish. I attack his side until he pushes against my shoulder and rolls me onto my back. As he leans over me, he looks into my eyes and his smile reminds me of a little boy. He leans down and kisses the tip of my nose. My forehead. My lips. His kisses are so sweet they steal the very breath from my lungs.
He pulls away and lies down beside me, burying his face in the curve of my neck. He sighed against my neck, seemingly content. I took up at the sky, a deep and cloudless blue. How I'd love to come back here at sunset. To watch the sky fade from light to dark in a blaze of glory. Maybe someday I'll return and watch the sunset.
I feel a certain lassitude take me over. I just want to stay here forever. To have him wrapped around me, pressed against me. Sleep tugs at the back of my mind. He shifts, but it's a sleepy shift. Wrapping my arms around him, I let go and surrender myself to a content and peaceful rest.
~*~*~*~*~
The smells of summer drift in the air around me. They swirl in the thermals created by the warm earth. Here I detect a hint of lavender. There, the heady scent of roses in full bloom. I can even smell fresh-cut grass. Tilting my head back, I feel the warmth of the sun beat against my face. It feels wonderful.
I let myself fall onto my back in the grass. A new pocket of scents rises around my prone body. Smiling, I dig my fingers into the sun-warmed grass. This is so luxurious. I could almost fall asleep. I hear another body fall beside me, so I slit my eyes open and look. Through a haze of blue I see my lover next to me. He reaches out to caress my cheek. I roll over and rest my head on his shoulder. A new scent joins the ones of summer. The scent of his skin and cologne are a heady addition to an already potent potpourri. My hand plays in the grass at his side, his resting as the small of my back.
He whispers a sweet nothing in my ear, making my giggle. I poke his side and he squirms. He's ticklish. I attack his side until he pushes against my shoulder and rolls me onto my back. As he leans over me, he looks into my eyes and his smile reminds me of a little boy. He leans down and kisses the tip of my nose. My forehead. My lips. His kisses are so sweet they steal the very breath from my lungs.
He pulls away and lies down beside me, burying his face in the curve of my neck. He sighed against my neck, seemingly content. I took up at the sky, a deep and cloudless blue. How I'd love to come back here at sunset. To watch the sky fade from light to dark in a blaze of glory. Maybe someday I'll return and watch the sunset.
I feel a certain lassitude take me over. I just want to stay here forever. To have him wrapped around me, pressed against me. Sleep tugs at the back of my mind. He shifts, but it's a sleepy shift. Wrapping my arms around him, I let go and surrender myself to a content and peaceful rest.
Monday, May 10, 2010
It wasn't me!
People
Humanity, the great tamer
And really, who can blame her
She reshapes the earth
The lands of her birth
But with a responsible disclaimer
Okay, not sure that last line really works. But I thought of the first two lines at lunch today and just had to run with it. So there you have my limerick.
Apparently May 2 was the major winner from Friday. So I give you... "Perhaps it would take less manipulation than they had originally thought."
They were the proverbial black sheep, the red-headed step children, the outcasts. Twins, the eldest, and the least favorite of their parents. The last will they had seen had left them with next to no inheritance. So the brothers put their heads together. How could they cheat their precious, perfect, favorite younger sister out of everything she was being willed? Murder wasn't an option. But ingratiating themselves to their parents? That was just as under-handed, and every so much more satisfying. Especially if they did it under the noses of everyone else. And as they were about to put their plan into action, before even a glimmer of success, news that would speed up their plans. Their mother had cancer. Perhaps it would take less manipulation than they had originally thought.
And for my dear friend Calz: "The room smelled so foul that I immediately lost interest in finding out what could produce such an almighty stench."
The room smelled so foul that I immediately lost interest in finding out what could produce such an almighty stench. It was like someone mixed rotting eggs with formaldehyde, blended them with an unwashed jock strap, and rolled the mess in a compost heap. And that was just the first gag-inducing wave. I detected hints of other hideous smells which I couldn't even begin to describe. After a few moments, it was so overwhelming that I stumbled out the door and deposited the contents of my lunch on the driveway. Taking deep breaths of the relatively clean air outside (god it was pervasive!), I steeled myself to go back in. But there was no way in hell I was looking forward to it.
Humanity, the great tamer
And really, who can blame her
She reshapes the earth
The lands of her birth
But with a responsible disclaimer
Okay, not sure that last line really works. But I thought of the first two lines at lunch today and just had to run with it. So there you have my limerick.
Apparently May 2 was the major winner from Friday. So I give you... "Perhaps it would take less manipulation than they had originally thought."
They were the proverbial black sheep, the red-headed step children, the outcasts. Twins, the eldest, and the least favorite of their parents. The last will they had seen had left them with next to no inheritance. So the brothers put their heads together. How could they cheat their precious, perfect, favorite younger sister out of everything she was being willed? Murder wasn't an option. But ingratiating themselves to their parents? That was just as under-handed, and every so much more satisfying. Especially if they did it under the noses of everyone else. And as they were about to put their plan into action, before even a glimmer of success, news that would speed up their plans. Their mother had cancer. Perhaps it would take less manipulation than they had originally thought.
And for my dear friend Calz: "The room smelled so foul that I immediately lost interest in finding out what could produce such an almighty stench."
The room smelled so foul that I immediately lost interest in finding out what could produce such an almighty stench. It was like someone mixed rotting eggs with formaldehyde, blended them with an unwashed jock strap, and rolled the mess in a compost heap. And that was just the first gag-inducing wave. I detected hints of other hideous smells which I couldn't even begin to describe. After a few moments, it was so overwhelming that I stumbled out the door and deposited the contents of my lunch on the driveway. Taking deep breaths of the relatively clean air outside (god it was pervasive!), I steeled myself to go back in. But there was no way in hell I was looking forward to it.
Friday, May 7, 2010
The Weekender
I'm thinking of doing other themes for my sentence weeks. I was wondering what everyone thought of it? Yay, nay, meh? I require feedback.
May 1
On and on she cried about how her life was so great and why didn't he just propose already?
May 2
Perhaps it would take less manipulation than they had originally thought.
May 3
When he saw something sparkle, it was like he magically developed ADD.
May 4
Marco the Cat had a mild obsession with running into poles and we feared for his little kitty brain.
May 5
Despite all the modern technology with which I surround myself, I have found that records are still my favorite way to listen to music.
May 6
I smiled down at my 8-month old daughter as I bathed her, listening to her coo happily.
May 7
The room smelled so foul that I immediately lost interest in finding out what could produce such an almighty stench.
May 1
On and on she cried about how her life was so great and why didn't he just propose already?
May 2
Perhaps it would take less manipulation than they had originally thought.
May 3
When he saw something sparkle, it was like he magically developed ADD.
May 4
Marco the Cat had a mild obsession with running into poles and we feared for his little kitty brain.
May 5
Despite all the modern technology with which I surround myself, I have found that records are still my favorite way to listen to music.
May 6
I smiled down at my 8-month old daughter as I bathed her, listening to her coo happily.
May 7
The room smelled so foul that I immediately lost interest in finding out what could produce such an almighty stench.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Aoede
So, I was re-reading my post from last Wednesday, just to get a recap of where I am in the story. And I was thinking about what Rhea looks like. Since Calz doesn't seem to like her very much right now, I think the description I have will be fairly appropriate. :)
~*~*~
"You like it? I mean, like I said, it's nothing special."
"Nonsense! It means something to you, that automatically makes it something special. And whether or not OTHER people agree with you is a moot point. Now," she said leaning back, "let's talk about where you can go with it. It's full of a lot of metaphors right now, some of which will probably need to be clarified or expanded. And the wind/rain motif may clash a bit with this renewing fire thing you have going on in the start of the second verse. You'll definitely have to make sure it flows." Rhea opened her mouth to say something else, but was cut off by Jane.
"Whoa, whoa! Slow down. I can only write so fast. They're good suggestions, but things I've already thought of. In fact, I've been thinking about it pretty much constantly since I started writing it."
Rhea nodded, playing with the witches streak in her mousy brown hair. The crows feet at the corner of her eyes crinkled as she squinted her chocolate-colored eyes slightly. With a purse of her lips, she picked up a pen from the table and tapped it against the papers in her other hand. "Alright. What's the overall theme of the piece? I can help you more if I know specifics."
"If I had to pin it to anything, it would probably be a reawakening of passion. For me, specifically, the passion to write and compose. But I want it to be general enough that other people can relate to it." Rhea nodded, still tapping the pen against the paper.
~*~*~
"You like it? I mean, like I said, it's nothing special."
"Nonsense! It means something to you, that automatically makes it something special. And whether or not OTHER people agree with you is a moot point. Now," she said leaning back, "let's talk about where you can go with it. It's full of a lot of metaphors right now, some of which will probably need to be clarified or expanded. And the wind/rain motif may clash a bit with this renewing fire thing you have going on in the start of the second verse. You'll definitely have to make sure it flows." Rhea opened her mouth to say something else, but was cut off by Jane.
"Whoa, whoa! Slow down. I can only write so fast. They're good suggestions, but things I've already thought of. In fact, I've been thinking about it pretty much constantly since I started writing it."
Rhea nodded, playing with the witches streak in her mousy brown hair. The crows feet at the corner of her eyes crinkled as she squinted her chocolate-colored eyes slightly. With a purse of her lips, she picked up a pen from the table and tapped it against the papers in her other hand. "Alright. What's the overall theme of the piece? I can help you more if I know specifics."
"If I had to pin it to anything, it would probably be a reawakening of passion. For me, specifically, the passion to write and compose. But I want it to be general enough that other people can relate to it." Rhea nodded, still tapping the pen against the paper.
Monday, May 3, 2010
A case of the Mondays?
Not me! Went into work today with only 9k tests to score and left 7 hours later. It was a good day. And such a day calls for a short haiku to commemorate it.
Success
Success is sweeter
For having been shared with my
Fellow sufferers
Now, I only got two comments from you guys, but the sentence of choice was unanimous.
I dream of nights in white satin, but end up in black and red silk.
I have a taste for sabotage. Not for others, no, just myself. It's my romantic interests I break. You see... I dream of nights in white satin, but end up in black and red silk. I have steeped myself in delicious sin, embracing the night life. It's a world of pleasure and pain, lust, indulgence, and satisfaction. And I'm no-one's whore but my own. I selfishly pursue my own desires, however dark they may seem to others. Most night, I surrender to those base desires. I recline in my bed of silk and skin and sin, and welcome it all with a sultry smile.
Success
Success is sweeter
For having been shared with my
Fellow sufferers
Now, I only got two comments from you guys, but the sentence of choice was unanimous.
I dream of nights in white satin, but end up in black and red silk.
I have a taste for sabotage. Not for others, no, just myself. It's my romantic interests I break. You see... I dream of nights in white satin, but end up in black and red silk. I have steeped myself in delicious sin, embracing the night life. It's a world of pleasure and pain, lust, indulgence, and satisfaction. And I'm no-one's whore but my own. I selfishly pursue my own desires, however dark they may seem to others. Most night, I surrender to those base desires. I recline in my bed of silk and skin and sin, and welcome it all with a sultry smile.
Friday, April 30, 2010
It's Friday and that can only mean one thing!
That's right! It's a day for SENTENCES! For this week, I'm adding yet another twist to my work. Not only did I write sentences, I based them all on songs. It was fun listening to my mp3 player and being inspired by random songs. I'll link them so you all can listen to them.
-disclaimer: some of the song snippets are taken out of context.
April 24
If Emilie Autumn is to be believed and dead is the new alive, then I've been living it up for years.
(Emilie Autumn - Dead is the New Alive)
April 25
I took a stroll along the bank of the languid river of dreams.
(Billy Joel - River of Dreams)
April 26
Dad, I hate to admit it, but the one you warned me all about... you were right.
(Madonna - Papa Don't Preach)
April 27
Some call it being caught in a bad romance, I call it intrigue.
(Lady Gaga - Bad Romance)
April 28
If you think that misery will break you, it probably will.
(Yasmeen - Gone)
April 29
It was only a matter of time before the silver-plated hero took a nosedive off the pedestal of grace.
(Alan Parsons Project - Dancing on a High Wire)
April 30
I dream of nights in white satin, but end up in black and red silk.
(Moody Blues - Nights in White Satin)
You know the rules! Vote for a sentence and I'll expand.
-disclaimer: some of the song snippets are taken out of context.
April 24
If Emilie Autumn is to be believed and dead is the new alive, then I've been living it up for years.
(Emilie Autumn - Dead is the New Alive)
April 25
I took a stroll along the bank of the languid river of dreams.
(Billy Joel - River of Dreams)
April 26
Dad, I hate to admit it, but the one you warned me all about... you were right.
(Madonna - Papa Don't Preach)
April 27
Some call it being caught in a bad romance, I call it intrigue.
(Lady Gaga - Bad Romance)
April 28
If you think that misery will break you, it probably will.
(Yasmeen - Gone)
April 29
It was only a matter of time before the silver-plated hero took a nosedive off the pedestal of grace.
(Alan Parsons Project - Dancing on a High Wire)
April 30
I dream of nights in white satin, but end up in black and red silk.
(Moody Blues - Nights in White Satin)
You know the rules! Vote for a sentence and I'll expand.
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