This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
Due to getting used to a new med I slept two days this week and spent a lot of time reading. I didn’t even try to make the daily writing goals. Still, I don’t think I did too badly.
The Deadline for Stolen skins is approaching fast. I am going to be digging in and finishing it this week.
Because I feel lazy – and I really wasn’t – I am likely to be doing more writing this week. Mental health is a bit fun like that sometimes.
I am going to be doing the art corner instead of Tuesday Tunes this week. I did some resin work and I really want to share it.
Cigarettes and alcohol I could smell you down the hall And know which one of you that I would get Pictures of us on the wall Fist mark from the last close call Couple hundred second chances left
You broke me down and stole my innocence You said I’d never get out but I did
You hate that you can’t control me You say that you wanna hold me You hate that I know the real you Hollow, shallow, see through You hate that I took the power It makes you feel like a coward You say that you’re gonna save me But you fucking hate me
Use me up just like a drug Held me down and called it love I thought that I had so much to lose Another fight, another fuck Another never good enough You hate me ’cause I’m better without you Without you
You hate that you can’t control me You say that you wanna hold me You hate that I know the real you Hollow, shallow, see through You hate that I took the power It makes you feel like a coward You say that you’re gonna save me But you fucking hate me
But you fucking hate me Oh
You broke me down and stole my innocence You said I’d never get out but I did, I did
You hate that you can’t control me You say that you wanna hold me You hate that I know the real you Hollow, shallow, see through You hate that I took the power It makes you feel like a coward You say that you’re gonna save me But you fucking hate me
My 2 cents –
This has been my earworm lately. it is a powerful song.
This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
As can be seen this week was a busy writing week. I think I got poems in almost all the open volumes. I got word counts in a couple of places. I also looked into hiring a developmental editor (Partners in Crime book services) for Kingdoms of Sin. Mostly because I would love to see it released next year. This week should be the usual posts.
This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
This week I squirrelled a lot instead of writing. Some weeks are more art than words, and this is one of those. As a matter of fact I don’t want to deal with the book review tomorrow so I am planning on an art post instead.
verse I keep swingin′ my hand through a swarm of bees ’cause I I want honey on my table I keep swingin′ my hand through a swarm of bees ’cause I I want honey on my table pre-chorus But I never get it right No, I never get it right chorus I keep swingin’ my hand through a swarm of bees I can′t understand why they′re stingin’ me But I′ll do what I want, I’ll do what I please I′ll do it again ’til I′ve got what I need I’ll rip and smash through the hornet’s nest Do you understand I deserve the best? And I′ll do what I want, I′ll do what I please I’ll do it again ′til I got what I need verse I try to stick this pin through a butterfly ’cause I I like all the pretty colors But it just fell apart, so I flung it in the fire To burn with all the others pre-chorus ′Cause I never get it right No, I never get it right chorus I keep swingin’ my hand through a swarm of bees I can′t understand why they’re stingin’ me But I′ll do what I want, I′ll do what I please I’ll do it again ′til I got what I need I’ll rip and smash through the hornet′s nest Do you understand I deserve the best? ‘Til you do what I want, I′ll do what I please I’ll do it again ’til I′ve got what I need bridge And this time, I′ll get it right This time, I’ll get it right It′s gonna be this time, I’ll get it right God, let it be this time, I get it right chorus So I′m cuttin’ that branch off the cherry tree Singin′ this will be my victory Then I See them comin’ after me And they’re followin′ me across the sea And now they′re stingin’ my friends and my family And I I don′t know why this is happening verse But I’ll do what I want, I′ll do what I please I’ll do it again ′til I got what I need outro I keep swingin’ my hand through a swarm of bees ’cause I I want honey on my table
My 2 cents –
to me this song talks about persistence to the point of ignorance. it’s a fantastic song, but I feel like it is largely misunderstood .
Cut me open and you’ll find A brain, heart, liver, lungs And a knife in the spine
It’s chilling to know that the last place you go Might be where the fat lady sings Does it hurt? I don’t know, and where do we go? We don’t tease fragile minds with such things
So sell me down the river First help me sell my soul It’s something I know I can deliver I think we’ve finally broke the mold
It’s getting harder to know if I’m sane My issues are leaking outside of my veins Somebody save me or end me I haven’t yet made up my mind
If it leads to paranoia, boy, you might want to hit the floor Before exposure leads to a metamorphosis we can’t ignore Lost in the whisper and hung on a prayer If you don’t know where you’re going, any road will take you there
So sell me down the river First help me sell my soul It’s something I know I can deliver I think we’ve finally broke the mold
Will I be an end to someone’s destiny? Who’s to know? And will I give right in to my aggression? Who’s to know? Will I fall apart all alone Who’s to know? Or will I shine right through And lay this hate to rest with all of you?
So sell me down the river (down the river) First help me sell my soul It’s something I know I can deliver (I can deliver) I think we’ve finally broke the mold
My 2 cents –
This song always speaks so clearly to me. the loneliness, and feelings of being an oddball in society. This feels like well written poetry to me.
Pattimouse 