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CotW #66: Write about the biggest lesson life has taught you.
Written by ruffmiriam

Minding the Mind

Another day in hell

The lights are off

The curtains drawn

I'm trying not to hug the toilet

But the sledgehammer keeps pounding

Behind my eye

And my stomach wants to

Keep the beat

Along with it

I'd lie on the couch, but

There's no comfortable position

I've already told my clients

I won't be available today

That I don't know when I will be

Still, I know I'll try to work because

Well, what else can I do?

Migraines are a bitch

Everything you hoped for

Everything you worked for

Can slip right out

From under you

And there's no way to stop it

From happening

I was told mindfulness

Is an answer

To focus on the moment

Not the pain

To feel yourself

Where you are

As you are

And let everything else go

The trouble is

I'm a writer

More specifically

I write science fiction, so

My head is always filled with

Ideas for new stories

Foundations for new worlds

I could not function

With no thought but

The present

And therein lies the dilemma

One I'm clearly not going to

Solve today

I think I'll just go

Throw up again and

Contemplate how aliens

Engage in the process

Themselves

I've learned that's the best way

To manage such difficult challenges

#migraines #poetry #amwriting #itslit #getlit #challenge

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CotW #66: Write about the biggest lesson life has taught you.
Written by ruffmiriam
Minding the Mind
Another day in hell
The lights are off
The curtains drawn
I'm trying not to hug the toilet
But the sledgehammer keeps pounding
Behind my eye
And my stomach wants to
Keep the beat
Along with it
I'd lie on the couch, but
There's no comfortable position
I've already told my clients
I won't be available today
That I don't know when I will be
Still, I know I'll try to work because
Well, what else can I do?
Migraines are a bitch
Everything you hoped for
Everything you worked for
Can slip right out
From under you
And there's no way to stop it
From happening

I was told mindfulness
Is an answer
To focus on the moment
Not the pain
To feel yourself
Where you are
As you are
And let everything else go
The trouble is
I'm a writer
More specifically
I write science fiction, so
My head is always filled with
Ideas for new stories
Foundations for new worlds
I could not function
With no thought but
The present

And therein lies the dilemma
One I'm clearly not going to
Solve today
I think I'll just go
Throw up again and
Contemplate how aliens
Engage in the process
Themselves
I've learned that's the best way
To manage such difficult challenges

#migraines #poetry #amwriting #itslit #getlit #challenge

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Tiny Dancer .....

Cancer

her zodiac sign

her insomniac deign

living life lifelessly

wishing life could be leisurely

bored

barred in hospital band bracelets

chemo and chemise

radiation and radio music

infirm in an infirmary

but she wants be

blooming in burgeon

dancing in the daylight

scaring the living daylights out of her cancer

Tiny Dancer

hairless

heiress

wanting to be tangled in locks of love

any color

any type

she'll be hyped

(K.M.M.)

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Tiny Dancer .....
Cancer
her zodiac sign
her insomniac deign
living life lifelessly
wishing life could be leisurely
bored
barred in hospital band bracelets
chemo and chemise
radiation and radio music
infirm in an infirmary
but she wants be
blooming in burgeon
dancing in the daylight
scaring the living daylights out of her cancer
Tiny Dancer
hairless
heiress
wanting to be tangled in locks of love
any color
any type
she'll be hyped
(K.M.M.)
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Written by Bunny

Evil City

Evil city 

Taunts us

With our pleasure

Turned to pain...

...She snuffs me

Out,

On my marble 

Grave,

Like cigarettes

In rain.

...A beaten constitution

Led me down

Her many

Ducts...

...I've yet to find

Solutions,

With my humanness

In flux.

Her Mausoleum 

Holds a truth

That's hasn't been

Revealed...

...She won't sign off

On tonight's escape...

...So surrendering,

I yield!

The evil city 

Locks

Me down,

And teaches me to 

Lie!...

...I hate her, 

Though I've

Learnt to love her

Under pregnant

Skies...

...Swollen in my

Gullet 

Like a lozenge 

Time forgot.

...My city...

Devious as ever!

...Screaming 

Vacant lots

Alert the people

To assemble!...

...How could 

One deny?...

She is seduction...

...She is a promise;

Secreted from 

Our minds.

Please free me from

Overwhelming

Power!...

...This city holds

Too much

Sway upon these

Blighted people...

...Captives in her

Clutch...

...I want to live

Beyond the fences...

Somewhere 

I can be...

...My city's dead...

There's no one

Breathing...

...She's an empty

Womb of

Need.

©

2017

Bunny Villaire 

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Written by Bunny
Evil City
Evil city 
Taunts us
With our pleasure
Turned to pain...
...She snuffs me
Out,
On my marble 
Grave,
Like cigarettes
In rain.

...A beaten constitution
Led me down
Her many
Ducts...
...I've yet to find
Solutions,
With my humanness
In flux.

Her Mausoleum 
Holds a truth
That's hasn't been
Revealed...
...She won't sign off
On tonight's escape...
...So surrendering,
I yield!

The evil city 
Locks
Me down,
And teaches me to 
Lie!...
...I hate her, 
Though I've
Learnt to love her
Under pregnant
Skies...

...Swollen in my
Gullet 
Like a lozenge 
Time forgot.
...My city...
Devious as ever!
...Screaming 
Vacant lots
Alert the people
To assemble!...
...How could 
One deny?...

She is seduction...
...She is a promise;
Secreted from 
Our minds.

Please free me from
Overwhelming
Power!...
...This city holds
Too much
Sway upon these
Blighted people...
...Captives in her
Clutch...

...I want to live
Beyond the fences...
Somewhere 
I can be...
...My city's dead...
There's no one
Breathing...
...She's an empty
Womb of
Need.









©
2017
Bunny Villaire 
























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Sympathy From the Devil

Rosemary sat alone on the rooftop of her house with only the clear starlit night to keep her company. She had her arms wrapped around her legs, scrunched together like a constricted ball. The glittered sky reflected off her sad brown eyes as she watched old footage of a man conducting a band on her phone. The man made funny faces to his entertained audience and they laughed. The band obeyed his command with every wave his hand and baton with their music flowing from a rapid march to then eased into a soft lullaby. When the band finished their overture, the man took a bow and gave his daughter, a once brown-haired, younger Rosemary, a big hug. The phone's speakers blasted from the loud applause from the video before she finally shut it off.

Rosemary closed her eyes and rested her head on her arms and knees. The tearful memories of her father pained her heart like jabbing needles. Memories of her father flooded back into her thoughts. She recalled all the fun times they all shared, from going to the movies to attending the greatest and loudest rock concerts. He served as the best music teacher at her school, often considered by many to be the best music teacher on Earth. She remembered when her and her fellow students entered his classroom a different style of music always played on the installed speakers, much to the annoyance of her strict principal, Mrs. Wordworth.

To both her and her father, music was what connected them the most. They both rocked out in the garage with his majestic guitars. Their heads banged back and forth to the thrash metal that he played on his stereo. She remembered that her father always loved musicals out of any movie genre. His favorite was The Rocky Horror Picture Show, to a point she remembered that he dressed as Dr. Frank N. Furter during a costume party at Marcus and his partner's home, and sang all the songs from the flick as the guests laughed and cheered him on.

It was only a year ago that her father passed away from a car accident, due to the careless nature of a drunk driver. She still remembered that day still. She was called into Mrs. Wordworth's office. Her mother, Carmen, was there with her little sister as she tearfully shared to both of them the tragic news. She remembered that she wept for hours inside his office space, located in the basement of the house. During a live tribute on her mother's show, she sang a mournful song and played his guitar to an audience who also wept for him. Yet an empty void had then morphed inside her heart, which continued to grow bigger each day that had passed.

When her mother started dating again that was when they all met whom many considered, herself included at the time, an odd character if not mischievous character. The one they would all refer to as Lu, the devil himself in the flesh. When she and her sister first met Lu, he was the same as he is now. A crude and selfish creature but balanced out with a fun-loving spirit and more gentle side few have seen before. But even after Lu and her mother married she still felt that same void spiraling inside like a vacant whirlpool. It did not matter how odd his antics were or what thrill-seeking adventure she took in the Inferno, that internal pain remained. Tonight, she definitely felt that void again. This time she just wanted to be left alone with her memories and the cool night air.

"Hey there, kiddo." The sound of a familiar voice, and the scent of sulfur, finally got her to raise her head out of the comforts of her arms. She looked to her right and saw her stepfather, Lu the devil, sitting next to her. His hand was gently placed around her left shoulder, his arm kept her close to his neatly dressed suit. A light smile curled along his pale face. He looked onto Rosemary with his now gentle ruby eyes.

"I know why you're up here." He said to her. "You miss your dad, don't you? You know when I married your mother my intentions were never to replace your father, right? We were just two souls who were looking for something to complete them, and we just happen to find one another. Curious how things turn out like that, am I right? And besides, he seemed like a nice guy. One helluva band conductor too. I bet Father's got him directing the holy choir right now."

Rosie didn't say a word. She let out a deep sigh and looked down onto the silent and clear streets of 999 Milton Avenue. Lu sensed his attempts at comfort were failing, not that he was at all an expert at sympathy. He tried to think of something to help mend Rosie's void.

"I know how you feel," He spoke again softly. "Believe me, I really do. I know exactly how it feels to lose someone you hold dear to your heart. If there's something the Bible doesn't mention it's that even the devil had a mother too. I didn't know her well. She passed when I was still small, yet I still remember seeing her smiling face. She had the best smile. So warm, so loving, and so full of life. And her voice, oh man, her voice was truly that of an angel, especially when she sang me to sleep. Mike once told me that she used to refer to me as her morning star."

His smile then faded. Sad, painful memories invaded his thoughts too like an infectious virus. "Then the next thing we all knew, no more mommy. They said they found her dead beside my crib. Not sure what happened, but I can't help but feel that I had something to do with it. Mike always reassured that wasn't true. Anyway, Father locked away any and all memorabilia of hers insider her tomb. He then became distant from all of us, mostly me, after her death. So focused on his work, never gave a thought for any of us. Never spoke of her once. Never looked at me the same again even as I grew.

"I still miss her after all this time. Even with each passing millennia there hasn't been a time where I have not thought about my mother. Oh, there's been so many times I just wanted to see her, hold her, talk to her, and, more importantly, just to know her. It hurts knowing that I'll never have the same bond my siblings shared with her so long ago.

"And you know what? That's okay. That means that her memory will never fade. She'll still be with me until the end of time, just as the memory of your father with stay with you. So it's okay if you still miss your dad. You can miss him, you can cry for him, you can even pray to him. Just know that you never have to be alone anymore.

"You got your mom and your sister. You got your friends at school to be with. You even got Lilith and Scrugs and Mike and all the others down in the Inferno. And, most importantly, you got me. So, please, don't hide away whenever you're sad. Come find us, any one of us, and we're there for you."

Rosemary took his words to heart. The more she thought of her father the more she remembered all the good times they had with the whole family. The memories became too much for her. She couldn’t control her emotions any longer. She cried as loud as she could. Her tears poured out like two rivers of sorrow. She then grasped around Lu's body and held him tighter than a snake around its prey. When she buried eyes deep onto his chest she felt the comforting rhythm of his cold heart.

An empathetic smile drew across Lu's heartened face. His hand brushed along her head as she continued to weep then gently shielded his child with his own arms wrapped around her. He planted a small kiss on her head and rested his cheek on her raven hair, letting her cry out her feelings. Memories of his own mother flowed inside his head, with a single tear leaking from his eye. These two lonesome souls stayed locked in each other’s arms, neither one letting go, both remembering loved ones lost and the love they share together.

"It's alright, kiddo." Lu calmly whispered to his weeping child. "Go on, let it all out. You don't have to feel alone anymore. If you're ever feel that way again, just remember I'm here when you need me. Always."

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Sympathy From the Devil
Rosemary sat alone on the rooftop of her house with only the clear starlit night to keep her company. She had her arms wrapped around her legs, scrunched together like a constricted ball. The glittered sky reflected off her sad brown eyes as she watched old footage of a man conducting a band on her phone. The man made funny faces to his entertained audience and they laughed. The band obeyed his command with every wave his hand and baton with their music flowing from a rapid march to then eased into a soft lullaby. When the band finished their overture, the man took a bow and gave his daughter, a once brown-haired, younger Rosemary, a big hug. The phone's speakers blasted from the loud applause from the video before she finally shut it off.

Rosemary closed her eyes and rested her head on her arms and knees. The tearful memories of her father pained her heart like jabbing needles. Memories of her father flooded back into her thoughts. She recalled all the fun times they all shared, from going to the movies to attending the greatest and loudest rock concerts. He served as the best music teacher at her school, often considered by many to be the best music teacher on Earth. She remembered when her and her fellow students entered his classroom a different style of music always played on the installed speakers, much to the annoyance of her strict principal, Mrs. Wordworth.

To both her and her father, music was what connected them the most. They both rocked out in the garage with his majestic guitars. Their heads banged back and forth to the thrash metal that he played on his stereo. She remembered that her father always loved musicals out of any movie genre. His favorite was The Rocky Horror Picture Show, to a point she remembered that he dressed as Dr. Frank N. Furter during a costume party at Marcus and his partner's home, and sang all the songs from the flick as the guests laughed and cheered him on.

It was only a year ago that her father passed away from a car accident, due to the careless nature of a drunk driver. She still remembered that day still. She was called into Mrs. Wordworth's office. Her mother, Carmen, was there with her little sister as she tearfully shared to both of them the tragic news. She remembered that she wept for hours inside his office space, located in the basement of the house. During a live tribute on her mother's show, she sang a mournful song and played his guitar to an audience who also wept for him. Yet an empty void had then morphed inside her heart, which continued to grow bigger each day that had passed.

When her mother started dating again that was when they all met whom many considered, herself included at the time, an odd character if not mischievous character. The one they would all refer to as Lu, the devil himself in the flesh. When she and her sister first met Lu, he was the same as he is now. A crude and selfish creature but balanced out with a fun-loving spirit and more gentle side few have seen before. But even after Lu and her mother married she still felt that same void spiraling inside like a vacant whirlpool. It did not matter how odd his antics were or what thrill-seeking adventure she took in the Inferno, that internal pain remained. Tonight, she definitely felt that void again. This time she just wanted to be left alone with her memories and the cool night air.

"Hey there, kiddo." The sound of a familiar voice, and the scent of sulfur, finally got her to raise her head out of the comforts of her arms. She looked to her right and saw her stepfather, Lu the devil, sitting next to her. His hand was gently placed around her left shoulder, his arm kept her close to his neatly dressed suit. A light smile curled along his pale face. He looked onto Rosemary with his now gentle ruby eyes.

"I know why you're up here." He said to her. "You miss your dad, don't you? You know when I married your mother my intentions were never to replace your father, right? We were just two souls who were looking for something to complete them, and we just happen to find one another. Curious how things turn out like that, am I right? And besides, he seemed like a nice guy. One helluva band conductor too. I bet Father's got him directing the holy choir right now."

Rosie didn't say a word. She let out a deep sigh and looked down onto the silent and clear streets of 999 Milton Avenue. Lu sensed his attempts at comfort were failing, not that he was at all an expert at sympathy. He tried to think of something to help mend Rosie's void.

"I know how you feel," He spoke again softly. "Believe me, I really do. I know exactly how it feels to lose someone you hold dear to your heart. If there's something the Bible doesn't mention it's that even the devil had a mother too. I didn't know her well. She passed when I was still small, yet I still remember seeing her smiling face. She had the best smile. So warm, so loving, and so full of life. And her voice, oh man, her voice was truly that of an angel, especially when she sang me to sleep. Mike once told me that she used to refer to me as her morning star."

His smile then faded. Sad, painful memories invaded his thoughts too like an infectious virus. "Then the next thing we all knew, no more mommy. They said they found her dead beside my crib. Not sure what happened, but I can't help but feel that I had something to do with it. Mike always reassured that wasn't true. Anyway, Father locked away any and all memorabilia of hers insider her tomb. He then became distant from all of us, mostly me, after her death. So focused on his work, never gave a thought for any of us. Never spoke of her once. Never looked at me the same again even as I grew.

"I still miss her after all this time. Even with each passing millennia there hasn't been a time where I have not thought about my mother. Oh, there's been so many times I just wanted to see her, hold her, talk to her, and, more importantly, just to know her. It hurts knowing that I'll never have the same bond my siblings shared with her so long ago.

"And you know what? That's okay. That means that her memory will never fade. She'll still be with me until the end of time, just as the memory of your father with stay with you. So it's okay if you still miss your dad. You can miss him, you can cry for him, you can even pray to him. Just know that you never have to be alone anymore.

"You got your mom and your sister. You got your friends at school to be with. You even got Lilith and Scrugs and Mike and all the others down in the Inferno. And, most importantly, you got me. So, please, don't hide away whenever you're sad. Come find us, any one of us, and we're there for you."

Rosemary took his words to heart. The more she thought of her father the more she remembered all the good times they had with the whole family. The memories became too much for her. She couldn’t control her emotions any longer. She cried as loud as she could. Her tears poured out like two rivers of sorrow. She then grasped around Lu's body and held him tighter than a snake around its prey. When she buried eyes deep onto his chest she felt the comforting rhythm of his cold heart.

An empathetic smile drew across Lu's heartened face. His hand brushed along her head as she continued to weep then gently shielded his child with his own arms wrapped around her. He planted a small kiss on her head and rested his cheek on her raven hair, letting her cry out her feelings. Memories of his own mother flowed inside his head, with a single tear leaking from his eye. These two lonesome souls stayed locked in each other’s arms, neither one letting go, both remembering loved ones lost and the love they share together.

"It's alright, kiddo." Lu calmly whispered to his weeping child. "Go on, let it all out. You don't have to feel alone anymore. If you're ever feel that way again, just remember I'm here when you need me. Always."
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Lacquered tongues

trade artful utterances

it appeases

the midnight lull

Desire finds

its satiety

needful diversion

upon other silken nests

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Lacquered tongues
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it appeases
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Desire finds
its satiety

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it is not the fear

that haunts me in the darkness

but the pain that stays

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Left
it is not the fear
that haunts me in the darkness
but the pain that stays
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C'est la vie

Je suis un pauvre mendiant de miettes

Encore reconnaissant pour ce que j'ai

Ce que je reçois est suffisant

On peut exister sur le pain et l'eau, non?

Parfois, j'aimerais qu'il y ait eu plus.

Donc on peut exister sans intimité, une telle vie est encore une demi-vie encore existe encore.

C'est la vie.

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Written by Vyxyn in portal Poetry & Free Verse
C'est la vie
Je suis un pauvre mendiant de miettes
Encore reconnaissant pour ce que j'ai
Ce que je reçois est suffisant
On peut exister sur le pain et l'eau, non?
Parfois, j'aimerais qu'il y ait eu plus.
Donc on peut exister sans intimité, une telle vie est encore une demi-vie encore existe encore.
C'est la vie.
#crumbsoflife 
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The Harry Situation's Review Guideline: What I Will Never Review

I think now is a good time to establish some guidelines for my Harry Situation Reviews. After writing 100 reviews, and there have been some folks here who've sent me requests, I have to set some boundaries.

Things I Won't EVER Review:

1. Any original books posted here or on other sites. 

If you made yourself a book and want me to review it, I'm going to have to respectfully decline. I will, however, read it and then post something about the book in the review section, but it won't be featured as a whole Harry Situation Review. I just don't think I'm qualified to do so. Also there are going to be times where I am far to busy to read, which is why you really don't see too many book reviews from me. Additionally, I would rather not have someone go on a tirade against me due to a simple comment. My apologies prosers but I just can't do a Harry Situation Review for your work; but I am still willing to check it out when I have the time. 

2. Pornos

For obvious reasons.

3. Gornos/Torture porn

Just... just no... seriously... just no...

4. Politics & Real World Events

Someone once suggested that I do this, the only problem is I don't really care for politics. Politics bore me. Also how the hell do you do a grading scale for politics? I would have to give everything about the subject an F. Except Ronald Reagan. He's the one shining star that earned an A+.

5. Playstation or Nintendo games

I'm limited to games that are available through XBox One and the PC Master Race. Also since video games is far more expensive than a movie I tend to hold off on that, but I'll make an exception if the game is available on Redbox. Heck, even retro games are off my list unless I remember playing them some time ago. Also relating to what I said in #1 I usually I don't have time to sit down and play video games as I used to when I was younger. Welcome to the adult world, right?

6. Outlast & Outlast 2

Don't get me wrong, I've watched footage of both games and they are in fact great games that know how to scare the crap out of you. The thing is I don't like anything too macabre. Outlast and its sequel are over the top violent games that I'm just not into. Additionally, I'm not too big a fan when it comes to horror games. I can make some exceptions for certain horror games but I won't do Outlast. Sorry.

7. Comic Books

Well to be fair certain comic books. I've already reviewed two webcomics. The thing is reviewing a comic is much harder than a movie or show, especially when you know your readers aren't avid comic book readers like myself. If you want a better person to review comics I recommend that you look up Linkara of Channel Awesome. His videos are awesome.

8. Fifty Shades of Grey

This is the one that I will forever put my foot down. I will never, ever, ever read or watch Fifty Shades of Grey. It is shit. The concept is shit. The fact that it's based on shitty Twilight Fanfiction is shit. The fact that its sole fanbase is horny, single soccer moms is shit. The fact that it is inaccurate to how real BDSM operates is shit. The fact that it glorifies abusive relationships (seriously, look back on everything Christian Grey does and says to Anastasia Steele and tell me he is no way abusing her) is shit. Everything about and related to this series is shit, and I refuse to be drawn into this. Twilight was fucking bad enough, but this... oh my fuck! I can't believe that I live in a universe where Twilight, FUCKING TWILIGHT, is actually a better love story than Fifty Shades of Grey! I will never and forever read or watch this shit, and I will never and forever review this shit!

So that's I have to say on the matter. Please join me next week as the reviews make their epic return, plus one more surprise for everyone! ;)

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The Harry Situation's Review Guideline: What I Will Never Review
I think now is a good time to establish some guidelines for my Harry Situation Reviews. After writing 100 reviews, and there have been some folks here who've sent me requests, I have to set some boundaries.

Things I Won't EVER Review:

1. Any original books posted here or on other sites. 
If you made yourself a book and want me to review it, I'm going to have to respectfully decline. I will, however, read it and then post something about the book in the review section, but it won't be featured as a whole Harry Situation Review. I just don't think I'm qualified to do so. Also there are going to be times where I am far to busy to read, which is why you really don't see too many book reviews from me. Additionally, I would rather not have someone go on a tirade against me due to a simple comment. My apologies prosers but I just can't do a Harry Situation Review for your work; but I am still willing to check it out when I have the time. 

2. Pornos
For obvious reasons.

3. Gornos/Torture porn
Just... just no... seriously... just no...

4. Politics & Real World Events
Someone once suggested that I do this, the only problem is I don't really care for politics. Politics bore me. Also how the hell do you do a grading scale for politics? I would have to give everything about the subject an F. Except Ronald Reagan. He's the one shining star that earned an A+.

5. Playstation or Nintendo games
I'm limited to games that are available through XBox One and the PC Master Race. Also since video games is far more expensive than a movie I tend to hold off on that, but I'll make an exception if the game is available on Redbox. Heck, even retro games are off my list unless I remember playing them some time ago. Also relating to what I said in #1 I usually I don't have time to sit down and play video games as I used to when I was younger. Welcome to the adult world, right?

6. Outlast & Outlast 2
Don't get me wrong, I've watched footage of both games and they are in fact great games that know how to scare the crap out of you. The thing is I don't like anything too macabre. Outlast and its sequel are over the top violent games that I'm just not into. Additionally, I'm not too big a fan when it comes to horror games. I can make some exceptions for certain horror games but I won't do Outlast. Sorry.

7. Comic Books
Well to be fair certain comic books. I've already reviewed two webcomics. The thing is reviewing a comic is much harder than a movie or show, especially when you know your readers aren't avid comic book readers like myself. If you want a better person to review comics I recommend that you look up Linkara of Channel Awesome. His videos are awesome.

8. Fifty Shades of Grey
This is the one that I will forever put my foot down. I will never, ever, ever read or watch Fifty Shades of Grey. It is shit. The concept is shit. The fact that it's based on shitty Twilight Fanfiction is shit. The fact that its sole fanbase is horny, single soccer moms is shit. The fact that it is inaccurate to how real BDSM operates is shit. The fact that it glorifies abusive relationships (seriously, look back on everything Christian Grey does and says to Anastasia Steele and tell me he is no way abusing her) is shit. Everything about and related to this series is shit, and I refuse to be drawn into this. Twilight was fucking bad enough, but this... oh my fuck! I can't believe that I live in a universe where Twilight, FUCKING TWILIGHT, is actually a better love story than Fifty Shades of Grey! I will never and forever read or watch this shit, and I will never and forever review this shit!

So that's I have to say on the matter. Please join me next week as the reviews make their epic return, plus one more surprise for everyone! ;)
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Write about insecurity or your own insecurities.
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Self-Doubt

Naked and nesting in soft womb

unclothed to ways of the world

nestled in heavenly comfort

hiding beneath light of insecurity

barefoot, trapped in silk underbelly

cleansing my wounds of yesterday

feeling hollowness sway in my cavity

fracturing thin pane of glass, cracking

opening wide the windows to my soul

climbing out of my dusky abyss

treading unshod in forgiving breeze.

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Written by sandflea68
Self-Doubt
Naked and nesting in soft womb
unclothed to ways of the world
nestled in heavenly comfort
hiding beneath light of insecurity
barefoot, trapped in silk underbelly
cleansing my wounds of yesterday
feeling hollowness sway in my cavity
fracturing thin pane of glass, cracking
opening wide the windows to my soul
climbing out of my dusky abyss
treading unshod in forgiving breeze.

#challenge  #insecurity  #forgivingBreeze 
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Unsimple Songs

'we'll be clean when that work is done,

we'll be eternally free and eternally young'

played on the radio as I drove into work

this morning, a forty-year old song

about sixty-year old optimism.

It made me think, momentarily,

incorrectly, how humans are at their best

when they are singing about

the future. Of course, the

old spirituals did this best, and

its a lost art now, in this era of

hopelessness, of pridelessness.

Even now, as a grown man,

I will tear up if I hear

how can I keep from singing,

swing low sweet chariot,

if I had a hammer,

just like I did when I was small

and didn't understand the reasons why

those songs made me cry,

as I like to think I do now.

Really, what is so goddam funny about

peace love and understanding?

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Written by jwelker76
Unsimple Songs
'we'll be clean when that work is done,
we'll be eternally free and eternally young'
played on the radio as I drove into work
this morning, a forty-year old song
about sixty-year old optimism.
It made me think, momentarily,
incorrectly, how humans are at their best
when they are singing about
the future. Of course, the
old spirituals did this best, and
its a lost art now, in this era of
hopelessness, of pridelessness.
Even now, as a grown man,
I will tear up if I hear
how can I keep from singing,
swing low sweet chariot,
if I had a hammer,
just like I did when I was small
and didn't understand the reasons why
those songs made me cry,
as I like to think I do now.
Really, what is so goddam funny about
peace love and understanding?
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