P/people wanna talk while i’m not around to hear
Really, T/they don’t know what i’m made of
P/people keep on walkin’ so far away from here
Clearly, i’m the one T/they’re afraid of…
4 days into NaNoWriMo and i’m already behind… i didn’t intend to blog the progress, so don’t get all weird about seeing writing from me all throughout November… lol… but i DID intend to spend November writing.
Though i don’t write novels. i did mean to focus a bit on some poetry, though.
Continue reading “Confession .224. So What If I’m The Monster That’s Been Here All Along…”
When the morning comes, when W/we see what W/we’ve become
In the cold light of day, W/we’re a flame in the wind, not the fire that W/we’ve begun…
Every argument, every word that W/we can’t take back
Cause with all that has happened, I think W/we both know the way that this story ends…
Today, because it’s oddly appropriate with this photo, I’ll be sharing the last of the 3 pieces I performed at BOI’s Beyond the Rainbow event. This was the first piece I read at the event, and the first that I wrote, but the last one that I’m sharing with you. As I’m sure, when you read it, you might understand why it needed a… particular… photo to feel appropriate. *Grins*
Continue reading “Confession .217. I Want To See You Smile, But Know That Means I’ll Have To Leave…”
We can do anything if we put our minds to it
Take Your whole life, then You put a line through it
My love is Yours if You’re willing to take it
Give me Your heart, cause I ain’t gonna break it
So come away, starting today, start a new life, together in a different place
We know that love is how all these ideas came to be
So baby run away with me…
Lately, I’ve been sharing some original poetry with you all, written as pieces meant to be performed out loud. I’ve not always wanted to perform spoken word – but one particular poet got me really into it. Today, I want to share with you the first poem I heard that made me REALLY sit back and be like, “Yeah… I want to do THAT!”
Continue reading “Confession .216. Have Old Friends And Know Our Enemies…”
So I asked to look back at all the messages You’d sent
And I know it wasn’t right, but it was fucking with my head
And everything deleted, like the past year was gone
When I touched Your face, I could tell You were moving on…
“And I reach for Your hand, but it’s cold; You pull away again, and I wonder what’s on Your mind.”
If you’re not here for sap and sadness – see you next time. Consider yourself duly warned ahead of time. It’s just kinda the space my head is in lately.
Continue reading “Confession .198. And I Feel The Color Draining From My Face…”
So what are you after, don’t You like my colours?
I’m confident, and I know it scares ya, scares ya
Bye bye, good riddance, the rules have been re-written
I’m better without You, and that’s the truth
Not part of Your agenda…
Well then. That was an unexpected hiatus. My bad. But hello again!
Continue reading “Confession .193. You’re Just Shooting Blanks…”
Think I drank too much… again…
Looks like fun, but it’s pretend
Why do I try to fit in
When I just wanna go home…
So. Where has Sasha Sloan been all my life? Those of you out there who were familiar with her music who didn’t bring her to my attention… have some ‘splainin to do!
Continue reading “Confession .191. Fooled Myself, Almost Forgot That I Just Wanna Go Home…”
Been standing on the edge for way too long
Just waiting for the place where I belong
I’m a satellite, I’m a satellite
I’m on the outside lookin’ in
They don’t know just where I’ve been
I’m a satellite
Unless you let me in…
“But Hide N Seek is only fun when somebody’s lookin, and nobody’s got the time.”
So. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written anything in here. Most of you know, as I talked about it regularly across my social medias, here in this blog, wrote and sent notecards… and if you talked to me in-world then you probably heard about it cause I was busy – lol – I was pledging. That was a long… semi-grueling process… and it took away a lot of my time and ability to blog, with mandatory uniforms, etc.
But I’m back… and I may be reppin’ some Sigma purple in this dress. *Shifty eyes*
Continue reading “Confession .155. They Can’t Hear My Mind, Or Maybe They’re Just Not Listenin’…”