perceptions.
i want to show you; have you see
the way i saw it.
i want to tell you; have you hear
the way i heard it.
i want to puzzle you; have you break
the way it broke me.
i want to fix you; have you heal
the way it healed me.
because we all
perceive everything
in our own ways,
right?
and if it lasts half a minute-
i want to make you
feel mine.
Writing tips
Hi everyone! So some of you know that I had made a challenge of writing tips. I am thrilled to say that I found a ton of brilliant advice. So now I am going to share the things I have learned from those dozen of people, and things I have picked up! Enjoy!
1) Write down everything and anything about your plot and characters
2) Have a specific day/time when you write! This really helps.
3) When stuck on a scene, put in who what where when why
4) Proofread each page you finish, that way you don't have a mound of editing waiting for you to put off
5) Read other authors (other than your favorites) to spark ideas
6) Rewrite!
7) Ask prose!
8) Try to write down other ideas
9) Or Combine them!
10) Write character backstories
11) I plan out little scenes, then connect the dots
12) Listen to music at the mood of your scene
13) Make a cup of tea/coffee
14) Write in a notebook first, then transfer it into a writing software
15) Set a word minimum
16) Set a goal and don't break it for a certain amount of days
17) Where UVEX glasses
18) Write somewhere from 5-10 pages a day
19) I didn't realize this but 5 pages a day, you end up writing 150 pages in a month! Now thats some progress! If you can keep that up you could write a 300 paged novel in 2 MONTHS! but that is hard to keep up!
20) Find a new cool writing softwere! It will keep you interested and writing!
Hope this is helpful!!!
#1 for this challenge & anyone reading this.
First and foremost.... if you ANYONE to talk to, reachout and that includes an invitation to hmu any time. I am 42 years into this life, have raised my fairshare of children into adulthood, and I am a therapist, with a special set of skills- my childhood and adolescence was layers of existential crisis, I was given up at around age 13 so... if you are down or having a bad day- offer open.
you were
dancing with summer and her heat-wave knees.
you were trying to wear down asphalt
with butterfly kisses. you were
licking every goddamn window in the house
in case of condensation when bodily fluids
were not enough. you were using the 2 a.m. refrigerator hum
for music while the
ice-dispenser’s lighthouse
moonlit each night away
as the sun. then
sweat held her small memory of ocean
salt-duned across the skin & you lay, cool, against the linoleum.
you thought maybe heaven
was a flight of ash. or that maybe we only have
teratoma dreams
in this day & age. you burnt your knuckles on heat lightning,
closed your eyes & became leaves
winging from a tree.
the next hungover morning had legs
longer than requiems. you made pictures
using only the trembling motion
of your hands. something scarlet was left behind in your cheeks, a kiss
from your grandfather. there you lay,
bare spine pressed against
yesterday’s crumbs/ contemporary
of the ice-dispenser.
We Live and Breathe
Some don't notice,
And sometimes,
That's okay.
But we all like to be heard,
In our own special way.
Our flute likes
Her notes to rise.
Like a kite,
In the wind.
Our horn,
So very sweet,
Adds a French twist,
To even the most Irish tune.
Our trumpets and symbals,
Love the attention.
Loud and short,
Quiet and long.
The clarinet has a place too!
Though we may sometimes squeak,
We make it through.
And sometimes with not so much as a peep.
The percussion love their melodies.
They ring out from their innermost bellies.
Trombone is much the same.
And her sound is hard to tame.
Why I Fear You
Because I lack trust,
Because of my wicked past.
I don't want to feel that way again.
I'm hurt,
And broken,
And still mending.
And if you leave...
The earth is bending
Beneath my feet,
But when I see you,
It'll all cease.
Your my light,
Your my joy,
Your my soul reason for living sometimes.
But I'm still scared.
Because I lack trust,
Because of my wicked past.
I don't want to feel that way again.