Rose Garden SanctuaryThere’s a place that I knew, long, long ago,
Where scarlet red roses were meant to grow.
The petals dancing, the buds held so high,
With a sense of passion that covered the sky.
This place is a garden, lively and dear,
And thorns that trickle and tickle out fear.
The sun shines, the day is lit, no heart is held fast,
The scarlet red roses are not meant to last.
The winter comes with a breath of cold chill,
With roses wilting so fragile and still.
A new world is made, a land full of frost,
The blooming red blossoms have now all been lost.
Yet, however, I hold open a flower, strong and upbeat,
Who has lived through this storm, who has conquered this feat.
With warm hands, the rose is held high,
With watery tears that make the rose cry.
The flower is here, the flower will pardon,
The dream I once had, of the scarlet rose garden.
Naming Your NovelMore Like This
*This is also helpful for other types of fiction and possibly even non-fiction.*
Note: How careful you have to be naming your novel depends heavily on if you are planning to sell it, and how you are planning to sell it. If you are an unknown who is self-publishing and you want a lot of people to read and buy your novel, you need to do extensive research on the market. This article only covers a few tips, and I am in no way a publishing expert. But, even if you don't plan on going mass-commercial, that doesn't mean you shouldn't spend some time deciding on a name for your labor of love and I hope this article provides some useful ideas.
Consider important items--does your story revolve around a magical staff, sword or pendant? For example: "The Staff of Alema," "The Sapphire Sword," or "The Destiny Pendant." (I know these are cheesy but you get the idea).
Consider who your protagonist IS--is it an assassin, a magician, an apprentice
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,More Like This
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
This is my phone....More Like This
This is my phone,
there's many like it, but this one is mine,
my phone is my best friend, it is my life,
I must master it as I master my life.
Without me it is useless, without my phone I am useless
I will dial my phone true
I must text faster than my brethren
who is trying to contact me, I must text them before they text me....I will.
My phone and myself know what counts in society is not the data we receive
Not the tweets we get,
The reblogs on tumblr, nor the likes on facebook.
Knowing the message is sent that counts.
We will send
My phone is human, even as I, because it is my life
Thus I learn it as a brother, learn its glitches, the specs,
its cameras, the download and upload speeds.
I will ever guard it against weather and damage
I will keep my screen clean and fingerprint free
As I am clean and fingerprint free
We will become part of each other. We will...
Before my family I make this promise
My phone and myself are free to do as w
AftertasteHe woke up with his face next to three bottles of beer. He blinked blearily, his cheek glued to the wooden surface of the bar as he watched the sunlight filter through the murky brown glass. The smell of salt and alcohol was coming off his breath and a fly was buzzing by his ear.More Like This
He pulled himself into an upright position and found that he was sitting on a stool. He straightened the painful crick in his neck.
“Today is...Saturday?” he thought to himself. “Sunday? I can’t remember.” Saturday most likely; Saturday was the day for hangovers. He looked around and saw that he was in a tavern of some sorts, an old-fashioned one with white-washed walls and wooden trestles. There weren’t too many patrons – was it morning? He didn’t know. Murmurs and clinking cutlery hummed through the air while a barmaid wove between the tables and a pig man ate waffles in a corner.
He suddenly sat up and rubbed his eyes. A pig man? He looked closer, twisting and
When people learn that I listen to rap“What?”More Like This
A mix of skeptical, bewildered, mildly impressed
And sometimes a little disgusted.
“You listen to rap?”
Behold, a specimen of middle-class suburbia
Spectacled, pimpled, messy-haired
Painfully awkward, unquestionably nerdy
Oh, and female, let’s not forget about that.
“Haydn and Beethoven; yup, that’s definitely your jam
During your late-night chemistry revision sessions
On your wild nights, maybe some Katy Perr – wait, what?
You listen to rap?”
Yes, I listen to rap
(Although I do still listen to Haydn
Toting Bach and Biggie together
Gets you strange looks from HMV cashiers, let me tell you)
And yes, I do actually enjoy it;
I’m not that kind of ironic listener.
After the initial double-take,
The curious follow up with “Why do you listen to rap?”
Like Victorians questioning a returning anthropologist
Who’s been in among the natives
(For the record, I find this more funny than annoying
So please don
Raindance MaggieMore Like This
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crashMore Like This
that almost killed her.
through whitewhite walls,
where her lover dies.
nobody thought she'd make it,
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway;
trying to remember how to start all over,
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
Soldiercigarette between his lips,More Like This
tar-induced lungs struggling to inflate –
struggling to make sense
of a war
where men are only equal
when they're dead.
A Christmas ValentineMore Like This
You to me are Christmas;
Full of promise.
You arouse my senses and remind me,
Of yuletide past and what it used to be;
A season of wonder and awe.
There is so much love in the air,
Shared between family and friends;
I would share my love with you,
And provide you with winter warmth.
My love, the curl of your lips is like,
The ruby holly berries gracing the hall;
So juicy and so plump.
Beneath the tender mistletoe,
I would lay a kiss upon those lips.
I imagine they would taste,
As soft and sweet as figs.
And when others welcome the New Year,
I would welcome a kiss from you.
I raise a toast to your good health and joy;
You intoxicate me like the mulled wine;
Full-bodied and delectable.
Warm and inviting like the hearth,
By gentle candlelight your image glows.
As we carve the succulent honeyed goose,
Let me carve a place in your affections.
For you I have placed a ring in the pudding;
I hope you find it. Be mine.
The treasures of Christmas I would give you,
Silver, gold and a
A Modern AndromedaShe walks this underpassMore Like This
embalmed with the graffiti
of the broken, the glass
bottles blue and broke
on cigarette dirt -
where she disinters
glints of rusting rails,
steel line parallels
of a western yesterday
and gold melded dust.
this tunnel's twilight eye,
this lying catacomb echo
of a locomotive ghost,
she must get out, escape,
breathe Georgia magnolias,
and leave her solastalgia ache
to a zephyr wind,
to elysian fields.
But it's all she feels,
this millstone of loneliness
chained to the selfsame shame
that came with breaking
her mother's sidewalk spine,
the crab leg line of bone
beneath her very own skin.
So she tarries in here
with this cemetery sickness
searching for the solace
of a nomadic ballad
that only the broken hear.
The Gift of Gray A heavy rumble rolled deep throughout the sky thatMore Like This
early morning. The day was already made to weep and the
sun did not bother to wake.
I stood in the midst of a golden pasture where the
wheat whipped in anticipation for the oncoming storm. I
twirled with my arms held wide, smiling as the wind
danced around me, thrilling my soul.
The air hummed with energy until one final crack
left the sky pouring on the hills. It was in that moment
that I found who I was. It was in that moment that I
found my peace.
A VERY personal journal...Last night I wasn’t feeling good and ended up writing a rambling mess of twitter posts about my very real problems. Since this happened at night and some of you might’ve missed it… I thought that it might be a good idea to clean them up, reorganize them a little, and post them in a journal/blog format to make them a little more coherent.More Like This
Please be aware this will be talking about some very real and very personal problems that I am facing. If talking about my problems in my own journal is an issue for you, please leave now. For the rest of you… read on!
Being a creator is terrifying sometimes. Fear of failure or inability can crush your soul and prevent you from doing the things you love. Over the past 3 years I've been struggling with this fear. And a large portion of it comes from the very real threat of my so-called haters.
I have so much I want to do... And I can tell you right now that I often don't do them because of the fear of repercussions. Every sin
Life****More Like This
This so far I haven’t got time to explain. And maybe I should start from the beginning. The last two years of my life were a terrible nightmare and mix of bad decisions.
Ever since I started doing my Languages BA I became incredibly unhappy because I saw one of my biggest passions being slowly and silently forced aside of my life. Working with arts were always the real goal of my life. But I couldn’t just drop my first BA off and join an animation school as I always wanted because my parents disapproved it. And every time I tried to mention something like this, even as a joke just to see how they would react, and their reaction was horrible and it made me feel guilty and hopeless about my dreams....
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Hades and Persephone"Hades!" she screamed in rage. Silk curtains tore as nails were raked across them. Pillows were swept to the floor and set upon; with a ripping sound there were feathers adrift in the air.More Like This
She collapsed amid the chaos, sobbing. "I hate you. I hate you!" Her voice broke into the motionless air, hung amid the feathers, shivered in its anger.
He stood with shadowed eyes on the other side of the closed door. He knew she thought he couldn't hear her, knew she thought he was elsewhere attending to business as usual--knew what she thought of him. When her furious sobs had given way to shuddering breaths he said quietly, "The door isn't locked," and as a startled silence fell inside the room he swept away down the hall, shoulders bent with the weight of drifting feathers.
The silence of the dining room as he approached was too silent; he didn't bother looking in.
She sat curled on the bed with the remains of the furnishings scattered around her. Her eyes were bloodshot and there was snot on
Empowerment and Good Mental Health + A ChallengeWelcome to the year of YOU.More Like This
At mental-health, we are striving to share great information and empowering knowledge with our members, just as we learn an amazing amount of things from you. As a group, we are committed to making 2015 all about us (ALL of us-- that includes YOU!). We will be focusing on empowerment in the coming months with the goals of helping us find peace for ourselves and also helping us help others around us in this journey toward good mental health.
What you'll be seeing in the coming months
We'll be posting more articles and helpful links, some with an emphasis on "What is this disorder" but more with an emphasis on "You are okay, and here's how to cope." We are also brewing another contest. We would like to bring the group closer and do some more problem-solving activities as a group. Finally, we hope to have some inspiring stories to share.
Want to get involved more heavily?
Supporting Mental Health OnlineThe IssueMore Like This
You see a post from someone you only know online, or don't know at all, that sounds like this person is in distress. The most common is, of course, "I want to kill myself," but it could range anywhere from being overburdened with school to having trouble dealing with grief to, well, anything.
The following steps are some general guidelines for when you're not really sure what to do. Of course, if it's someone you know, use your better judgement. These are by no means rules to live by.
1. You come first
It may sound a bit callous, but watching your own mental health is important. If you're in a bad place, do you think you will have the bandwidth to help someone else? You don't want to end up like Jack in this scene from '30 Rock.'
Remember that someone who is struggling with their mental health may not have the capacity to approach the problem rationally. (How many completely avo
Je Suis CharlieIn case you haven’t heard, this is what happened yesterday. Terrorists entered and open fired on cartoonists at the Charlie Hebdo studio in France, killing 4 cartoonists, 2 cops, and overall 12 people in the process before getting away. This appears to have been an attack over controversial comics Charlie Hebdo published in 2012 depicting Mohammad. Please read here for more elaborate details: http://www.bbc.com/news/live/world-europe-30710777More Like This
I’m not really going to talk about the incident itself, but rather it’s effect upon me. In the following paragraphs I’m going to re-post my thoughts from twitter (with some additional clarifications since twitter is only 140 characters long).
PS: This is a personal journal. I write about what I’m feeling or how things (news stories) relate to me. I am not trying to trivialize the deaths of others. I am writing about how this personally affects me. If you want to read something less personal, please visi
Je Suis Charlie HebdoMore Like This
Je Suis Charlie Hebdo
Je suis Charlie
In Paris, France, 13 people were murdered, and among them 5 cartoon artists.
Murdered for being artists and journalists of a humor and satirical newspaper, “Charlie Hebdo.” The newspaper was under police protection and at least one of the police guards, unarmed, was killed as he begged for mercy lying in the street.
We are at a loss for words. The five art
JOKER...Shall we begin? It's showtimeMore Like This
The invitation is for the beautiful you
How does one game sound?
Please allow me some of your time
Do you consent to the rule book?
Compassion is a useless affection
You want a favour from me
A penalties are inevitable
You can't turn back the hands of the clock
I've already put my cards into play
Joker, a girl on the verge of tears
Joker, a sign of the shaken world
Joker, pleasant circumstances have risen
Joker, two girls disappeared
This is a new world for you
The darkness dissolves amongst a sea of trees
I'm already having critical expectations
Well, what are you feeling now?
I gave you unbreakable love, asking nothing in return
The cards have already been put
MAD HATTERWelcome to my tea party, I knew you'd come...More Like This
Dissolved into the icy air, is the perfume that captivates you the most
Sit here and relax, don't hold back... there's nothing to fear
The little sugar candies are pretty, aren't they?
A taste that will drive you mad to the core
I have these sweet secret things, the tarts I stole from the Queen
I prepared them for you, I risked my life for it
Come, don't cry and eat! We are about to drown in your tears
Eat the mushroom with skill, be the right size for me
"The grinning cat appears in the form of moonlight"
Has your crying calmed down a bit? I am the only ally you have
Let's tell riddles, let's play! You are sure to forget the passage of time
Oh my! Have you eaten too much tart? It's the completion of our sin
You can't go back now, prepare yourself
You'll be hunted down by the card soldiers
The reason why I appear to be m
Box with dreamsSometimes I don't know what is realMore Like This
Does anybody feel the way I feel?
I should stop dreaming this dream
and instead face reality
Now you know my story and my past
Do you think those tears will be my last?
I'm still looking for my place in this world
As a woman and a little girl
I'm opening this box filled with my dreams
Right now it's safe enough, or so it seems
The world it feels more real and true
Ready for the me I am with you
RainbowMany elementsMore Like This
working together as one
to create beauty.
Accept the individuality you possess
and the Oneness you share.
I believe in myself (abstract)The hopeless romantics burned down the churchMore Like This
I wont control my soul... To kill or to get killed?
I will control my mind. To act or to react...?
The lost generation laughed in madness
Plastic eyes, rubber souls
The whole Mendeleev's periodic table for blood
Its a miracle...
...While the right wing killed off a few innocent ravens
We name things, we put value in them, and we judge them
So who is the God? Who has the healthiest lungs and wisdom of thousand one’s?
So The christians prayed in the corner
Why would I command my heart, if you named suicide illegal?
Why cant i love? You named it impolite
Well take your opinion and shove it up your ass...
God, forgive. I feel so alive!
Meanwhile I plucked the left wing while watching the news.
Gods are pyromaniacs...
Lie With My CountrymenHere I lie in a time now lostMore Like This
To me and my countrymen
But we still want and wait and worry
That our prices to bear are given to wind tossed
A tale my friend like any other
O how I long for it to end
But here I stay to drudge the mud
Which circles like the arms of a mother
When I lived my life was full
My raising of half-gesture
I grew in ways more than one
And saw my life; one of a dying bull
There was time to cast my ballot in
To voice what I wanted my life to be
But the time came and past like the summer breeze
And what I did not do seemed the greatest sin
So I left the place which reared me
I went far to find a way to forget
The things that marked my treading path behind
The foreground came, and I did see
Commerce and Construction. Chaos amid Peace
I was staggered and lost
I was swept under the tide
Of human expansion that did not cease
There was barely space for breath
And the air was always scarce
I did not know that
This led to my slow death
The rooms stunk of smoke
Free FallFree FallMore Like This
Suggested by delice1941
The last thing i saw
A cluster of clouds, like cotton puffs
Then everything seemed to plunge
Everything was darkness, then
When I could see, I saw leaves
I revived in a tree
The chute would not open
I screamed and yelled as I fell
But I stopped my screams
And my adventurous daydreams
When at last I broke
[Stanza 3, 5-7-5-7-5, adapted from a comment by Gytalf2000]