Monday Poetry

Artsy Fartsy Thursday

This week I am going to talk about book covers. These are for future volumes of Poetry. At this point I am probably sitting on more covers than I will live to write…but I have plans for each of them. And I enjoy the creation of the cover.

Occult Madness will be religious poetry. Ocular Dystopia will be visual poetry. Naked verse is just going to be a regular volume with no theme.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ra)
(Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ra)
Feelin’ like a psychofreak-freak-freak
(Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ra)
(Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ra)

[Chorus]
Feelin’ like a psychofreak sometimes
Tryna get connected, no Wi-Fi
Tell me that you love me, are you lying?
Give me lemonade, I’ll give you limes
House in the hills is a house of cards
Blink and the fairytale falls apart
Sorry, didn’t mean to get so dark
Maybe I’m an alien, Earth is hard

[Verse 1]
Sometimes, I don’t trust the way I feel
On my Instagram talkin’ ’bout “I’m healed”
Worryin’ if I got sex appeal
Hopin’ that I don’t drive off this hill
When we’re makin’ lovе, I wanna be there
And I wanna feel you pullin’ my hair
And bеlieve the words you say in my ear
Gotta go outside, I need some air

[Pre-Chorus]
I want to, want to, want to touch you
Want to touch you, but my fingertips are numb
I want to, want to, want to love you
Want to love you, but my chest is tightenin’ up
I want to, want to, want to feel like I can chill
Not have to leave this restaurant
Wish I could be like everyone
But I’m not like anyone

[Chorus]
Feelin’ like a psychofreak sometimes
Tryna get connected, no Wi-Fi
Tell me that you love me, are you lying?
Give me lemonade, I’ll give you limes
House in the hills is a house of cards
Blink and the fairytale falls apart
Sorry, didn’t mean to get so dark
Maybe I’m an alien, Earth is hard

[Post-Chorus]
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ra
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ra
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ra
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ra

[Verse 2]
Sorry, couldn’t focus on the movie
Everybody says they miss the old me
I been on this ride since I was fifteen
I don’t blame the girls for how it went down, down
Thinkin’ out loud
In the bathroom while my friends laugh on the couch
Wow, moment’s gone now
Know you wanna stay, but I think I gotta leave right now

[Pre-Chorus]
I want to, want to, want to touch you
Want to touch you, but my fingertips are numb
I want to, want to, want to love you
Want to love you, but my chest is tightenin’ up
I want to, want to, want to feel like I can chill
Not have to leave this restaurant
Wish I could be like everyone (Wish I could be)
But I’m not like anyone

[Chorus]
Feelin’ like a psychofreak sometimes
Tryna get connected, no Wi-Fi
Tell me that you love me, are you lying?
Give me lemonade, I’ll give you limes
House in the hills is a house of cards
Blink and the fairytale falls apart
Sorry, didn’t mean to get so dark
Maybe I’m an alien, Earth is-

[Post-Chorus]
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ra
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ra
Feelin’ like a psychofreak
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ra
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ra

My 2 Cents –

There is a lot of days where I feel alone, and like no one understands me. This song makes me feel less so…

Monday Poetry

On my way home, a realization

With each of the last few volumes I have been doing a theme… unintentionally but I have been doing it nonetheless. So, I have been struggling with this one and I think that I finally figured out why.

I have been trying to focus on the home aspect of the title… and the poetry is acceptable… but it has been harder to write because I don’t really know what home is. It changes as I do. And I can be mercurial in who I am on occasion.

I think that I need to instead look at the journey. And write about that. It might help me find the rest of the words to fill in the book. If I can get it done in time I will try for an August publishing date.

Artsy Fartsy Thursday

Something I call meditation Art… basically I draw circles and lines and swirls in what ever way I feel like at the time… until I feel like I am done. It’s relaxing.

Gnomishly artistic

Well I promised I would try to share more of the art and poetry this month even though I was not able to do a daily post… so here’s a happy Gnomey…

Wild Wednesday

Ever think that you were caught up, and then realized that you had forgotten about something important? That was me this past week. I have done all the work for July and publishing… and I thought I had done June as well… only to find out that I had forgotten about June.

Though I was frustrated and feeling like I was a screw up… it was not the end of the world. It was not even a truly terrible thing. It was just a little bit of a frustration. I got it fixed (though my own poetry volume in June immortality is only in ebook form until the 20th.) A minor oops. Still at the time…it felt like I was just incapable of doing anything right.

And it is not an uncommon thing for such situations to cause a lot of people to feel like they can’t do anything right. The internal voice is often so mean.

Don’t let that voice make you feel like you are anything less than amazing. I’m fighting with my own.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics

Send your kisses my way
Bring your sweet heart to me
I’ve been waiting for so long
Tell me all your stories
Leave some open for me
Write your name into this song
I walk through the fire
Run through the rain
I’ll wait for forever
If love is your name
Catch your wind from heaven
Send them while you’re sleeping
Wake me with the morning sun
I’ll dream of you until you come
I walk through the fire
Run through the rain
I’ll wait for forever
If love is your name
Valentines keep knocking
My heart keeps on walking
Darling I’ll hold on for you
For You, for you
I’ll walk through the fire
I’ll run through the rain
I’ll wait for forever
If love is your name
If love is your name
If love is your name

My 2 Cents –

So, last week I shared Dolly doing a Rock song. It brought up a conversation with a friend about how genre limits were not really a thing anymore because Steven Tyler did country and Dolly was doing Rock. My view has always been that limiting your mind based on genre is not a good idea. Why should we limit ourselves and the enjoyment that music brings? I do enjoy this song as well. Steven Tyler has been an amazing voice through most of my life.(My childhood was limited to country music as my mom did not like rock. I was a teenager before I got to hear anything but country or bluegrass music)

Monday Poetry

It has been a while since I posted Serena’s poetry… so here’s 2 from her current Wip.