okay I will admit that a lot of the poetry I write has a darker tone. my art is more childish but it too has some dark tones. I will say it is because of my life thus far.
There’s whimsy and love notes mixed in the dark things. I recently got a comment on one of my poems that bothered me. I am sure that it was from a good place, but what if it wasn’t.
I mean I don’t want my poetry or art to push someone to the point of no return. please if my words make you feel like you need to do something drastic ….stop. you are a light in the world whether you realize it or not.
No one in all of heaven or earth is unimportant.
if you need to send me a message. I will always respond even if I only get to do so once.
This felt more important than Tuesday Tunes. that returns next week.
I live in a world where biography's Indicate fictional characters Which apparently means there is naught That we in the real world could learn from them...
History is become the darkness that clouds what lay ahead of us, Instead of shedding light on where we have been.
And as I struggle to light the path for those around me Feeling as though this might just be a war I cannot win...
I realize that even if I am becoming fiction... I still will never be the person that they want in the end....
I was watching a video of The North Omaha Cat Lady. Incredible creator. She was reacting to a comment claiming Anne Frank was a fictional character. Admittedly that inspired Serena’s Poem, and broke my heart. Anne Frank was an incredible young lady. There have been very few biographical books I have enjoyed over the course of time I have been a reader, and her diary was one. The other that stands out was the nine days queen…the story of Lady Jane Grey.
Please if all of the best historical people are to become fiction…then let us still learn from their example. Just because something is fiction does not stop the truth behind it. We can learn from history, from fiction and from each other if we just open our hearts and our minds.
Right now is a scary time to be alive, especially if you live anywhere in the USA. I really try not to be too political on here as I don’t feel like that is what most people come to my blog for. However, having said that…Sometimes it hurts to be self aware in a time of political turmoil and unrest.
Politics are a nasty thing. They always have been. I take after my grandmother where politics are concerned and I am fairly proud of that.
She didn’t read newspapers or watch the news because she didn’t want to feel any worse about the way things were. I don’t do either, but nowadays all a person has to do is open social media and they will find themselves bombarded with current events.
Quite a few of my friends are talking about taking social media breaks because of the mental health strain that comes with the current events. The problem is that for some of us social media is the only time we actually do socialize. Loneliness doesn’t help mental health issues.
This is why we need books and art. We need creative people to make the world less hard to accept. Music, movies, books and art bring the world a light and right now the world is so very dark.
So I will be doing my best to post more art, and make more poetry and stories to bring a light to the world. I ask everyone to do what they can to do the same.
So I posted about an anthology that Serena is in. It really is such a lovely book. The other authors are amazing…and I can’t help feeling like I don’t belong there. The story I wrote was decent…I am not going to claim it was awful or any crap like that. But there is an Introduction in the front of the book that lists that authors as the top horror and dark romance authors…And my brain goes ok now I am guilty of lying to these amazing people.
Imposter syndrome is such a tough thing to grapple with. Most of the best authors I know fight with it. It can seriously cripple even the best writer to a mess and make writing a defeated blank on an overthinking mind…
So, I am struggling with my own brain. I don’t want to accept the idea that I am unable to tell the stories locked inside the squishy lump calling itself my brain.
Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swingin’ in the Southern breeze Strange fruit hangin’ from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant South The bulgin’ eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burnin’ flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck For the rain to gather For the wind to suck For the sun to rot For the tree to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop
My 2 cents –
I hate the direction American politics have taken lately. I feel like the songs from the past are relevant again. Though the topic was not a good one, Billie Holiday had a gorgeous voice and made the song seem like such a beautiful thing. I am leaning into the older blues and jazz music lately…Because it seems to be relevant again…and that make me sad.
White sands build these mountains, beauty at the start
Climb so high till your feet can’t touch the ground
Head so clouded, you’re right where I want you now
I become your medication Get off on numb sensation
Know every single weakness Bring out your inner demons
This devil digs deeper down inside of me
Will you get out of me
Will you get out of me
I’ll tempt you with my siren song
Close your eyes and just sing along
I can feel you thinking
One more kiss is all I need from this
Do you crave me, or am I just your escape?
From the darkness that resides inside your brain
Call me devil baby, but you know the truth
The only thing that you fear is you (It’s you)
I become your medication Get off on numb sensation
Know every single weakness
Breaking you down to pieces
This devil digs deeper down inside of me
Will you get out of me
Will you get out of me
I’ll tempt you with my siren song
Close your eyes and just sing along I can feel you thinking
One more kiss is all I need from this
There’s a devil inside me
Head so clouded, you’re right where I want you know
This f **ing devil! This devil digs deeper down inside of me
Will you get out of me
Will you get out of me
I’ll tempt you with my siren song
Close your eyes and just sing along I can feel you thinking
One more kiss is all I need from this
This f **ing devil’s white grip Is all I need from this
My 2 cents –
Ever get a song stuck in your head and not be able to put your fingers on what the song is? This was my song this week. All I had was the rhythm. Then the boyfriend randomly decided to play it. whew, that cleared the song from my mind.
Ramblers in the wilderness we can’t find what we need We get a little restless from the searching Get a little worn down in between Like a bull chasing the matador Is the man left to his own schemes Everybody needs someone beside em’ Shining like a lighthouse from the sea
Brother, let me be your shelter Never leave you all alone I can be the one you call When you’re low
Brother, let me be your fortress When the night winds are driving on Be the one to light the way Bring you home
Face down in the desert Now there’s a cage locked around my heart I found a way to drop the keys Where my failures were
Now my hands can’t reach that far I ain’t made for a rivalry I could never take the world alone I know that in my weakness I am strong, but It’s your love that brings me home
Brother, let me be your shelter Never leave you all alone I can be the one you call When you’re low
Brother, let me be your fortress When the night winds are driving on Be the one to light the way Bring you home
And when you call and need me near Sayin’ where’d you go? Brother, I’m right here And on those days when the sky begins to fall You’re the blood of my blood We can get through it all
Brother, let me be your shelter Never leave you all alone I can be the one you call When you’re feelin’ low
Brother, let me be your fortress When the night winds are driving on Be the one to light the way Bring you home
Brother, let me be your shelter Never leave you all alone I can be the one you call When you’re low
Brother, let me be your fortress When the night winds are driving on Be the one to light the way Bring you home Be the one to light the way Bring you home
I have been seeing a lot of feminine Rage songs appearing on the music scene. I can understand why…and I can relate to way too many of them. Still it is something that bothers me because it feels like we are going backwards as a country.
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