In Our World, the Circle Turns AgainWhat's Happening?More Like This
Wow, so I keep doing this thing where I don't write journals for several weeks at a time. A lot's been going on. My most recent author client had the first-time publication jitters, so I went over his manuscript one more time and am now eagerly awaiting its release. I've also been job-searching like crazy and attended an online career fair for people with disabilities today.
I'm also coming to terms with living with anxiety. I came out several months ago as having PTSD, but when a lot of things were up in the air last month, such as a small housefire (more about that later), I realized it was time to get a little help. It hasn't been easy for me, but for the most part I've felt a lot better having faced that head-on.
Okay. So the fire. Texas has gotten a lot of crazy rain this year, which we've needed, but it's pretty out-of-character for us. During one such crazy storm late last month, a transistor near my backyard was apparently st
Lyric Poem GameMore Like This
Hi there watchers!
(I doubt many people will look at this rofl. xD Probably having a reaction like this: )
One of deviantart's talented poets
decided to share some a creative poetry game with her watchers.
Here's a link to her journal entry
(she's a splendid poet by the way):
The rules were: "Put your iPod/iTunes/Spotify/Pandora/music player of some kind on shuffle, and then write the first lyric of each song that comes up. Do this for twenty songs, and you'll create a poem!
NO SKIPPING, you must use whatever song pops up no matter how silly, nonsens
Pin Up GirlUpon a wall, hangs a girl, they call her "pin up girl."More Like This
"Pin her up there, use the tacks with the long ends,
I will bring her down when I need her again."
Skin that aches where you pushed in the pins,
Dust that collects under my eyes, and on my lips
Where I don't think a smile will ever be again.
I tried so hard, to keep you entertained, but you
Gave me the name, "pin up girl," and decided
I was just another plain jane.
Forever and ever you once said, but now
I am your pin up girl instead, I don't know
What happened that made me a ghost in your head.
Better off dead, I know I would be- there isn't much
On this wall, that I could let myself down with, I can't
Pull out the tacks, my fingers are too stiff.
They are too short to draw blood, too small to help
Me in this losing game, I guess I will just hang here,
Until you take me down again.
When you pull the tacks from my skin, and I
Slide to my knees, I will shed a tear, and tell you
I won't be your pin up girl anymore my dear.
Rich Man TaleToday I metMore Like This
A fried rich man
like Nietzsche, who
Gargled on golden teeth
and spit them out
until the mastermind bowed
his head to his slavish psyche.
Now he lays as a charcoaled
fragment smiling at the snakes
passing through our eyes.
10 Things I Wish I Could Tell You1.More Like This
Didn’t you ever find it creepy while we dated?
You were 14 and I was 17 at the time.
That’s a pretty large age gap.
Thinking back, it’s pretty fucking weird that I was ever in love with you in the first place.
A few years older, and I would have been a pedophile.
So I’m kind of glad you dumped me for no reason ‘cause
I don’t have the heart to tell people
Oh it’s not what you think!
It’s not a three year difference – it’s a…2 ½ year difference. Not the same…
Don’t you ever find it weird that we kept our relationship so low-key?
None of our closest friends knew we were ever together.
We would talk a hell of a lot about each other with them
But we never once mentioned we were dating.
We only met with each other after school
And I would tell my parents that I was going to meet up with “frien