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I have about three weeks worth of writing done.  With my word count, that is about 17,000 words.  But as of right now I have absolutely no inspiration.  There are some scenes I want to change or add more to, but I do not know what is going to happen next.  That project is going to have to go on hold.  Unfortunately, I do not know what to work on in the mean time...

Anyway.  We took the boys to the parade, and they got to see one of the first bands that played.  Then, it began to storm.  And the wind was whipping things around, so we had to leave.  Because I have hard headed children ages three and ten months.  Lol.  But afterward, we put them to bed and a few of us came back later. Saw another band, the drag show, and a final song before heading home for good.

IT WAS INCREDIBLE.  Oh my god.  It meant so much to me to good. And my baby is learning to walk.  I still have to buy party favors for his birthday.  So aside from not having any inspiration, times are good.  I think tonight I will just try to entertain TOMATT.  I need TOMATT. (My oldest has apparently gotten on to the trend of combining names... just kidding, he does not realize they are two names and there is an "and" in the middle because....?)
  • Listening to: Could It Be - Elliphant
  • Drinking: Coffee


Within each storm, there’s a tree standing tall,
With scarred limbs they reach for those who falter,
Helping them withstand the winds and heavy rain,
Their roots strengthening the soil they embrace,

And, as we bow down to the pressure, uncertainly,
How they hold on to us and become our security,
All the while we are maturing from mere saplings,
Our own roots taking hold, we blossom infinitely,

Through the storms that pass, we are able to stand,
Listening with shoulders drawn and faces to the wind,
May we lend a hand to those who bow down or retreat,
That each and every one of us buds new leaves,

Love courageously, our pride one of many rings within a tree.
After
I never wrote the after poem even though I had SUCH A GREAT EXPERIENCE. Oh my.  So I was writing poems leading up to the event because for so long I have done everything the "right" way.  And my stories were my outlet. And my only other outlet were other stories or musicians. And there are all these people without outlets.  The last line is because sexuality is not all that you are.  It is only a part of you.
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She carved initials into the palm of her hand,
And clamped her fingers shut tightly around it,
The names she etched into her flesh anagrams,
How she longed to be cold, mechanical, perfect,

Her words colored the sky when she breathed,
Lips tasting of toxins as they were fraught with emotion,
Biting through the surface until it began to bleed,
She didn’t dare love when she was so easily broken,

As her lexicon lit the horizon a violet fire, flames rollicking,
She reached for hands that hadn’t been held out to her,
And wished she could’ve been unfeeling, a machine,
Never miscalculating words or overestimating their worth,

Each verse slathering the cloud line with powder rose,
Her heart bursting with metaphors for a friend, same as her,
She held the initials against her chest, shamefully exposed,
What she wouldn’t give not to feel anything, not even desire.
Two
Had to give it one last go for the night.
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Dreams were written beneath the pale starlight, and these twinkled like faraway wishes in a children’s lullaby.  I never dared reach for them.  Numbering each one from one to one hundred, simple to pleasurable, holdings hands with a friend to kissing girls.

And Life said, “I may grant you what you most desire, but the other you must discover on your own.  Follow your heart wherever it leads you.”  Holding hands seemed so intimate, and a kiss even more so.  I kept the simplest moments as they were, and secretly longed for more. But the advice itself became worrisome.

I always wandered the wrong paths, my fingers intertwined with strangers.  And the stars were so faraway, so much less mesmerizing, I could no longer wish upon them, much less see the stories they told.  On a scale of one to one hundred, the distance became immeasurable.  I wondered if I had known that a hand to hold is nothing compared to a gentle caress, or the sensual curve of a woman’s lips, would I have chosen it?

Or would I have held her in my arms that day, and spoken volumes with every kiss?
Her Lover
I am so excited for tomorrow! This is not even reflecting on an actual moment, just how much of yourself you hide to keep everybody else happy.
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There were awkward years as we molted our chrysalises,
And emerged as butterflies with indentations in our wings,
Flitting gracelessly through the down pipe of whimpered emotion,
Trapped in the water drops, we found ourselves sinking,

And were worn ragged drifting against riptide demands,
Snagging our wings on apertures of flightless dreams,
We yearned for days when we were ignorant to our captivity,
Still steadily sinking into a bottomless lead underbelly,

Wondering how we would hoist drenched bodies to the surface,
Was it possible to arise once we had fallen so far beneath?
Never realizing that throughout our descent we were healing,
How beautifully we flew in the moment we believed.
Pride
I have been inundating Facebook with all my favorite poems and couples for the event tomorrow.  Because once upon a time I was told what would make me happy, how I could be, what I was really like, and what not to read or write.  And the only thing I had were my books and my love of Boy George.
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Reine
United States
Twenty-three,
Swears so much that even my files are mostly swear words
Drink more coffee than water (pretty sure it's in my bloodstream)
Two kids, one of whom is trying to learn to walk and make life even more miserable than chasing after a toddler (just kidding, if you guys have learned to read by now, I love you both)
I also love alcohol.
And working out.
Interests
I have about three weeks worth of writing done.  With my word count, that is about 17,000 words.  But as of right now I have absolutely no inspiration.  There are some scenes I want to change or add more to, but I do not know what is going to happen next.  That project is going to have to go on hold.  Unfortunately, I do not know what to work on in the mean time...

Anyway.  We took the boys to the parade, and they got to see one of the first bands that played.  Then, it began to storm.  And the wind was whipping things around, so we had to leave.  Because I have hard headed children ages three and ten months.  Lol.  But afterward, we put them to bed and a few of us came back later. Saw another band, the drag show, and a final song before heading home for good.

IT WAS INCREDIBLE.  Oh my god.  It meant so much to me to good. And my baby is learning to walk.  I still have to buy party favors for his birthday.  So aside from not having any inspiration, times are good.  I think tonight I will just try to entertain TOMATT.  I need TOMATT. (My oldest has apparently gotten on to the trend of combining names... just kidding, he does not realize they are two names and there is an "and" in the middle because....?)
  • Listening to: Could It Be - Elliphant
  • Drinking: Coffee

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inkedacrylic Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2016   General Artist
thank you for faving my writing :wow:
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Koizum-zum Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2016  Hobbyist Artist
Thanks so much for the favs!
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J2571 Featured By Owner Jul 3, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the fave! Keep being awesome! (Not that faving my work was the only thing that made you awesome...you know what I mean.)
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Koizum-zum Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2016  Hobbyist Artist
Thanks for the fav :p
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sags Featured By Owner Jun 11, 2016
Thanks for the washing-up Fav':)

Symbolic of my days Blues !!

Brian :)
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Koizum-zum Featured By Owner May 20, 2016  Hobbyist Artist
Thanks for the favs :TipOfTheHat:
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DylanSeto Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2016  Student Artist
Hey~~

Just wanted to thank you for the fave!

Also, since I'm currently focusing on music, I was wondering if you'd be interested in listening/sharing my music?

If you are, I can link you to where you can find that stuff!

-Dylan Seto
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PsychoPath-et-ic Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2016
Sure, I love music.
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DylanSeto Featured By Owner Jan 24, 2016  Student Artist
Okay!

Here: youtu.be/Rq2xsaXBZoo

Let me know what you think :)

And if you like it, sharing it would be cool too. ;)
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PsychoPath-et-ic Featured By Owner Jan 24, 2016
The music is really good, very mellow. The vocals could use a little inflection, but other than that I like it. I was drawn more to the song on your profile. I will share it. Nice work, keep at it. :)
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