I always do the PAD Challenge myself. Plus I host a PAD challenge on the Fae Corps Blog
So I have scheduled a Poem A Day on here just in case I don’t get to do any other blogging. No commentary…just poetry by wonderful poets whom I enjoy. I hope to be able to post my own poetry throughout the month and maybe do some of my regular posts as well. I do not know.
I will be trying to be popping in and trying to discuss things as I can, but I at least wanted to keep my blog active while I am so busy.
But in an adult way. We all learn as time passes and we do things. I have released quite a few books. The first ones are not going to be as pretty as the most recent ones. I am wanting to go through and clean up the prior books… and I might…but I was given some good advice from a friend and fellow writer. She said that if we were to do that every time we found an error in the way that we did things in previous years, we would not have any time to do new things.
Time always seems infinite.
It really rarely is. There’s always going to be something else that is going to want you to donate that precious time to it. And that means you have to learn how to accept that you are learning and adapting as you move forward.
What lessons have you been struggling with lately?
Watch the torch set aflame Watch it burn, watch it fade Watch the armies gather suit Someone’s gotta win and lose They say my heart is almost black Well baby, who’s to blame for that? (Ah, ah, ah) Who’s to blame for-
Count your blessings, count your minutes Played my game, hell, now you’re in it Bittersweet, my renegade And I’m anything but tame Grab your sword, you might just need it ‘Cause I’m not afraid of cheatin’ Oh, I hate to tell you this way But villains aren’t born Darlin’, they’re made
Scream my name when they run Honestly, it’s kinda fun Scream it louder when they fall I’m never satisfied at all They take, they take until you give You taught me well, now watch me win Now watch me win
Count your blessings, count your minutes Played my game, hell, now you’re in it Bittersweet, my renegade And I’m anything but tame Grab your sword, you might just need it ‘Cause I’m not afraid of cheatin’ Oh, I hate to tell you this way
I aim before I kill Live only for the thrill It’s bad, I know, but still There’s nothing left to lose Don’t tell me it’s not fair Believe me, I’ve been there I’d much rather be alone If I’m sitting on a- Sitting on a- Sitting on a throne
Count your blessings, count your minutes (oh) Played my game, hell, now you’re in it (oh) Bittersweet, my renegade And I’m anything but tame Grab your sword, you might just need it ‘Cause I’m not afraid of cheatin’ Oh, I hate to tell you this way Villains aren’t born Darlin’, we’re made
My 2 Cents –
So, I survived the birthday. And on midnight of my birthday this song came across my fyp on TikTok. It got me wondering. A villain era does not have to be me doing anything bad… Ursula is considered a Villain…all that she does is expect Ariel to follow a contract. Maybe I should have a villain era. Self care will seem villainous to all of the people who expect me to be at their beck and call…
For me and my blog, the majority of these really stink…I found that I find some interesting prompts on Tumblr occasionally though. Do you have a place for writing prompts?
Decided, after getting irritated at a friend…to organize my files a bit. and I realized. some of my volumes have more shared than others…some have none shared. so I think I will in April do alternating posts. One of other poets poetry. and one of mine. There will be daily posts in April. There will not be my usual posts in April. That is all.
I hate the world today You’re so good to me I know but I can’t change Tried to tell you But you look at me like maybe I’m an angel underneath Innocent and sweet
Yesterday I cried You must have been relieved To see the softer side I can understand how you’d be so confused I don’t envy you I’m a little bit of everything All rolled into one
I’m a bitch I’m a lover I’m a child I’m a mother I’m a sinner I’m a saint And I do not feel ashamed I’m your hell I’m your dream I’m nothing in between You know you wouldn’t want it any other way
So take me as I am This may mean you’ll have to be a stronger man Rest assured that when I start to make you nervous And I’m going to extremes Tomorrow I will change And today won’t mean a thing
I’m a bitch I’m a lover I’m a child I’m a mother I’m a sinner I’m a saint And I do not feel ashamed I’m your hell I’m your dream I’m nothing in between You know you wouldn’t want it any other way
Just when you think you’ve got me figured out The season’s already changin’ I think it’s cool you do what you do And don’t try to save me
I’m a bitch I’m a lover I’m a child I’m a mother I’m a sinner I’m a saint And I do not feel ashamed I’m your hell I’m your dream I’m nothing in between You know you wouldn’t want it any other way
I’m a bitch I’m a tease I’m a goddess on my knees When you hurt When you suffer I’m your angel undercover I’ve been numb I’m revived Can’t say I’m not alive You know I wouldn’t want it any other way
My 2 Cents –
I am struggling with a migraine. It is a day before my 48th birthday. I want to be brave enough to have this kind of ballsy attitude…but most of the time…
Wednesday will likely not be a thing this week… I will try.
Pattimouse 