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Tuesday Tunes

Tuesday Tunes
A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics –

[Verse 1]
My entire childhood
I thought I had to hide who I was
I never let anybody see
I finally accept now
That some things never change
How your image will always matter more than me
I never really seem to measure up
I gave my all, but it’s just never good enough[Chorus]
But I’m your daughter, ain’t that enough
To be someone you’re proud of?
I tried my best
And yet you wish that I was different
And the reason why I always shut you out
Was because I felt like I let you down
If I continue this way I’m gonna break
I’m not the one who needs to change

[Verse 2]
I always used to hold back
Afraid that I’d be too much
‘Cause my whole life you taught me that I was
Afraid I was too wild
When in fact I was just a child
Who desperately wanted to be loved
So I chased the love from others
You never understood
But did it ever cross your mind that maybe they gave me what you never could?
[Chorus]
‘Cause being your daughter is not enough
To be someone you’re proud of
I tried my best
And yet you wish that I was different
And the reason why I always shut you out
Was because I felt like I let you down
If I continue this way I’m gonna break
I’m not the one who needs to change

[Bridge]
And I know my sexuality
Doesn’t go well with what you believe
And when I started in recovery
You became my worst enemy
It’s like I’m always almost good enough
It’s like I always almost measure up
But if I could then I would be the one that you want me to be
I just don’t see why

[Chorus]
Being your daughter is not enough
To be someone you’re proud of
I try my best
And yet you wish that I was different
And the reason why I always shut you out
Is because I know that I’ve let you down
If I continue this way I’m gonna break
I’m not the one who needs to change

My 2 cents –

This is Pride month. And though my own mother barely reacted when I came out of the closet, there was so many other reasons why I felt like I had disappointed her. And this song felt so much like someone understood. This month I plan on mostly hitting on the songs that fit the queer tags, but Like usual I try to also pop the ones in that feel like they give me something to say.

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

Building Walls

By Patricia Harris

Everyone is so busy building walls
that we forget the reasons why
we try to hide within.

Keeping your heart from feeling,
keeping it from breaking,
is safer than trying to live
don’t you know?

building walls in front of my dreams
stops the pain from ever entering,
it stops people from touching the tender places
that I can’t heal from the other hands
that left me broken.

Celebrity Wednesday

Blog Weekly image

Today I am going to be on the Owl Light network on their Unprinted pages reading Pip and Friends.

Being on shows like that makes me feel like such a celebrity. The show starts at 9pm est. Come cheer me on.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics –

Now he’s thinkin’ ’bout me every night, oh
Is it that sweet? I guess so
Say you can’t sleep, baby, I know
That’s that me, espresso
Move it up, down, left, right, oh
Switch it up like Nintendo
Say you can’t sleep, baby, I know
That’s that me, espresso
I can’t relate to desperation
My ‘give a fucks’ are on vacation
And I got this one boy
And he won’t stop calling
When they act this way
I know I got ’em
Too bad your ex don’t do it for ya
Walked in and dream came trued it for ya
Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya
I know I Mountain Dew it for ya
That morning coffee, brewed it for ya
One touch and I brand newed it for ya
Now he’s thinkin’ ’bout me every night, oh
Is it that sweet? I guess so
Say you can’t sleep, baby, I know
That’s that me, espresso
Move it up, down, left, right, oh
Switch it up like Nintendo
Say you can’t sleep, baby, I know
That’s that me, espresso
Is it that sweet? I guess so
I’m working late ’cause I’m a singer
Oh, he looks so cute wrapped around my finger
My twisted humor, make him laugh so often
My honey bee, come and get this pollen
Too bad your ex don’t do it for ya
Walked in and dream came trued it for ya
Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya
I know I Mountain Dew it for ya
That morning coffee, brewed it for ya
One touch and I brand newed it for ya
Now he’s thinkin’ ’bout me every night, oh
Is it that sweet? I guess so
Say you can’t sleep, baby, I know
That’s that me, espresso
Move it up, down, left, right, oh
Switch it up like Nintendo
Say you can’t sleep, baby, I know
That’s that me, espresso
He’s thinkin’ ’bout me every night, oh
Is it that sweet? I guess so
Say you can’t sleep, baby, I know
That’s that me, espresso
Move it up, down, left, right, oh
Switch it up like Nintendo
Say you can’t sleep, baby, I know
That’s that me, espresso
Is it that sweet? I guess so
That’s that me, espresso

My 2 cents –

The beat of this is contagious. I have been an insomniac for so long that I tend to be drawn to songs and art that feels like I am being seen.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Bitch with me

By Patricia Harris

The urge to just complain,
Not that you want to
Really anything change,
Just venting steam to release
And start again.

This is in the nature of the game,
Instead of fixing the problem
Whine and complain,
To feel better again.

What is Wednesday

FAQ

I feel like I have been doing a lot of the I am overwhelmed posts for the Wednesday post. And I don’t want to do it for the third week.

So I decided that I will do a news drop instead.

Serena is writing again. The Sea Wytch is actually moving forward and I have hope that it will be done this year.

Fae corps publishing is in current negotiations with a narrator to be able to offer audio books.

We are also in negotiations for the possibility of offering another imprint under our team.

I am posting my poetry images on patreon. Any paid amount will allow you to see them. They will not be available anywhere else. I am trying to not post the same poem anywhere else as well. So unless you are a patron the only way to see those poems are to buy the books.

Not sure if I announced it here but I have a new intern for Fae corps who is running the fae corps publishing blog. They are taking a huge amount of work off my plate each week. That should help me with my overwhelmed life.

I have signed up for the half marathon on the poetry marathon. 12 poems in 12 hours. It’s June 15th.

I am sure there’s more news but I don’t know what else to say…. So I will try to remember it by next week.

Musical ah ha moment

Meme - Overthinking

So my boyfriend and I have different views on the song popular monster. I prefer the one by Falling in Reverse  and he prefers Halocene’s version. This is really not a big thing. We have different views on songs that we both like and we just deal with the other persons view.

We were going to a appointment today and his vehicle so he gets to choose the music. He played popular monster and it was an ah ha moment for me. Halocene’s voice is the same register as I sing in my head… So I like the other one because I can enjoy the song. Halocenes version ends up being my inner voice.

And that song is a little bit too close to home.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics –

There’s blood in the water
And they’re coming to bring me down
What’s hope with no savior
Yeah, there’s no one in this ghost town
She looked right through me
And I turned to stone
Medusa, Medusa, I’ve been here alone
And I crumbled to pieces
My body, my weakness is on the floor
And the wind will blow and blow
And I won’t be here no more
My wishing well has run dry
Stars are dying in the sky
So I’ll shed my blood and tears
I’ll show no fear just to survive
She looked right through me
And I turned to stone
Oh Medusa, Medusa, I’ve been here alone
Ahh, ahh
Ahhhh
She says, mortal one you’ve been chosen
You’re beautiful, but you’re broken
So hold on to this moment
And fight until you’re hopeless
There’s secrets and riddles
That live in these walls
There’s ghosts of past heroes
And I hear them call my name
We won’t be tamed
Oh, she looked right through me
And I turned to stone
Medusa, Medusa, I’ve been here alone
She looked right through me
And I turned to stone
Oh Medusa, Medusa, I’ve been here alone
Ahh, ahh
Ahhhh
Ahh, ahh
Ahhhh

My 2 cents –

I have always loved the myth of Medusa. I see the curse she was given as Athena’s way of giving her a way to defend herself. I read a poem recently and I loved it so much… But I didn’t save it so I am not sure who penned it. Or even if I am remembering it right.  But it was about Medusa. It basically said that the reason why she was hated was because she made her trauma so loud that they made her body a battlefield. Gah I wish I had saved it now. It really was so lovely.

Edit :  not sure if it is going to share properly but I found a reel of it. It is titled Aphroditie made me do it by Trista Mateer.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Overcompensating

By Patricia Harris

The pain seems to spread
Because when one thing is hurting
We overuse another thing
To compensate for the loss of
The broken part…

Why do I feel like
This stretches to emotional
Situations as well as the physical?

Is overcompensating just a
Human traits that we don’t
Know how to avoid?

Sunday Suggestions

short story Prompt zombie apocalypse but instead of living creatures its inanimate objects

Sunday Suggestions

Dude, the new intern has an amazing imagination. This story prompt is killer.