March Links

Books I was involved in Editing /publishing:

Under the Mists:
(www.books2read.com/underthemists)

Faery Footprints
(www.books2read.com/faeryfootprints)

My main links :
Come see me on Patreon (http://www.patreon.com/pattimouse)

my author page on Amazon
(https://www.amazon.com/Patricia-Harris/e/B012U5ZRD2)

My author page for Coffee House Writers (http://coffeehousewriters.com/author/pattimouse/)

My books-

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The Death Of Neverland

Mobi – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06VTCKZ3H

Paperback – https://www.amazon.com/dp/1729360181/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_StH1Bb9MJD9M5

Draft to digital – https://www.books2read.com/u/mVB5p5

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Rust, Gore, and the Junkyard Zombie

Mobi – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07B7J5FSS

Paperback – https://www.amazon.com/dp/1980471320

Draft 2 digital – https://www.books2read.com/u/47ZAa7

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Under the Mists (a multiple author anthology)-
https://www.books2read.com/underthemists

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Faery Footprints (a multiple author anthology)-
https://www.books2read.com/faeryfootprints

As an artist and book cover designer or as a poet. If you want me to create something for you email me to get a price. (Mine are really reasonable.) Patti.Mouse@gmail.com

Tuesday Tunes

Today I am sharing a song that I am honestly not sure who is the original artist. I got it off of a Nightcore channel. Nightcore takes songs done by others and pairs them with anime videos. They sometimes adjust vocals… Male voices /female voices/deeper voices …etc. The song was written by Toderick Hall.

No Place Like Home

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Pay no attention
To the man behind the curtain
He’s a brainless, heartless, coward
With no power
That’s just another trick of his
He ain’t no wiz so don’t feed his fire
Jump in my balloon
I’ll take you higher
Take you somewhere over the rainbow
Get your ticket to the show
Heels clicking, here we go
Cause you already know

[Chorus]
There’s no place like (home)
There’s no place like (home)
There’s no place like (home)
There’s no place like
(We’re straight out of Oz)
There’s no place like home

[Verse 1]
Is where the heart is
Some brainiacs will tell you home is where your house and car is
But if you’re brave enough to love the ones you hate the hardest
You might find (home)
You might find (home)
Cause sometimes

Home is where your deepest scar is
Society will try to cast you where they think your part is
Give awards and accolades to what they think a star is
But go find your (home)
Go find your (home)

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Pay no attention
To the lies they try to feed ya
It’s a wicked, twisted fable
He’s not stable
It’s just another box of tricks
Some crock of shit
And good dreams go
Wasted
Hungry for the fame
Don’t let them taste it
He’s been stealin’ dreams
9 to 5, Monday to Friday
Imma tell the story my way
Cause the only way home ain’t on this yellow brick highway

[Chorus]
There’s no place like (home) (hey)
There’s no place like (home) (hey)
There’s no place like (home) (oooh)
There’s no place like
(We’re straight out of Oz, there’s no place like)

[Bridge]
And if you’re lost out there
In the night, wishing on stars
Wonderin’ who you are
Just know that you’re never alone
And there’s no place like home

And we gon’ fight and we gon’ cry
And I’m gon’ fight for you until I die
Right there is right where you belong
And there’s no place like home

[Pre-Chorus 3]
Pay no attention
To the man who’ll try to change ya
He’s a dark, familiar, stranger
But that’s a danger
The storm is strong
But it won’t be long
And no matter where you roam
There’s no place like
Home

Birthday month

So… My grandma used to call catalogs wish books. And a little wishing never hurt. Amazon is an online version of those wish books… So I made a birthday wishlist! 😂 My birthday is Friday the 13th. And I am celebrating y’all.

Tuesday Tunes

Plumb – Damaged

Lyrics – Dreaming comes so easily
Cause it’s all that I’ve known
True love is a fairy tale
I’m damaged, so how would I know

I’m scared and I’m alone
I’m ashamed, and I need for you to know

I didn’t say all the things that I wanted to say
And you can’t take back what you’ve taken away
Cause I feel you, I feel you near me

I didn’t say all the things that I wanted to say
And you can’t take back what you’ve taken away
Cause I feel you, I feel you near me

Healing comes so painfully
And it chills to the bone
Will anyone get close to me?
I’m damaged, as I’m sure you know

I’m scared and I’m alone
I’m ashamed and I need for you to know

I didn’t say all the things that I wanted to say
And you can’t take back what you’ve taken away
Cause I feel you, I feel you near me

I didn’t say all the things that I wanted to say
And you can’t take back what you’ve taken away
Cause I feel you, I feel you near me

There’s mending for my soul
An ending to this fear
Forgiveness for a man who was stronger
I was just a little girl, but I can’t go back

I didn’t say all the things that I wanted to say
And you can’t take back what you’ve taken away
Cause I feel you, I feel you near me

I didn’t say all the things that I wanted to say
And you can’t take back what you’ve taken away
Cause I feel you, oh, I feel you near me

Can’t go back
Can’t go back
Can’t go back
Can’t go back
Can’t go back
I can’t go back
I can’t go back
I must go on
I must go on
I must go on
I must go on
I must go on
I must go on
I must go on

My 2 cents – I think that music that resonates most is often music that we see ourselves in. I, thusly, tend towards the music of survival and broken hearts. This song has always resonated. It truly speaks to the broken heart.

Life’s gift on coffee house

The editors on coffee house writers challenged the poetry department to write a sestina. That is so out of my wheelhouse, so I am very proud of the result. So proud that I used it for my post this time.

http://coffeehousewriters.com/lifes-gift/

Tuesday Tunes

Steampianist – Thing

Lyrics – A distant lullaby, dying from my sight
A glow is amiss, fleeting from my side
Oh why, oh why
Alone in a cruel world
Leaves me
Cold and curled
But then
Friends
Warmth
Eyes that gleam
A glow returns once more it seems
I want hair like yours
I want hands like yours
I want fingers that curl in the cold like yours
I want eyes to stare
And to cry
When I’m feeling scared like you
Just like you
Soft lullabies, never leave my side
Glowing warm fur and gleaming round eyes
Isolated no more
My friends
Don’t struggle there is no point
You’ll never be alone
From now
Friends
Warmth
Never leave
Struggling only make the hugs much tighter
I want hair like yours
I want hands like yours
Fingers that curl in the cold like yours
I want eyes to stare
And to cry
When I’m feeling scared like you
Just like you
I want hair like yours
I want hands like yours
Fingers that curl in the cold like yours
I want eyes to stare
And to cry
When I’m feeling scared
Like you

My 2 cents- I am new to this song. I was drawing a blank as to the song to pick today… There are just so many good options… So I asked my 16 year old to suggest a song. Now mind you, she is where I go to for new music. Her tastes tend to run the gauntlet, but she usually suggests songs that I fall in love with. She appears to have chosen a Gothic tune to share this time. I love the melody and the lyrics are really good.

So since I got today’s song from her… I ask you, what song would you want to share with me?

Coffee House – Halfway Home

http://coffeehousewriters.com/halfway-home/

Edna St. Vincent Millay

This poet I also found in Up A Road Slowly by Irene Hunt.

Her work was slightly more melancholy. It caught my attention because it reminded me of Edgar Allan Poe.

Tuesday Tunes (Delayed Edition)

Ok, I missed yesterday. I know I posted the first of the poet posts… But I feel like this fits.

Pat Benatar – Hell is for Children

Lyrics – They cry in the dark
So you can’t see their tears
They hide in the light
So you can’t see their fears
Forgive and forget
All the while
Love and pain become one and the same
In the eyes of a wounded child
Because hell, hell is for children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell, hell is for children
And you shouldn’t have to pay for your love
With your bones and your flesh
It’s all so confusing this brutal abusing
They blacken your eyes and then apologize
Be daddy’s good girl, and don’t tell mommy a thing
Be a good little boy, and you’ll get a new toy
Tell grandma you fell from the swing
Because hell, hell is for children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell, hell is for children
And you shouldn’t have to pay for your love
With your bones and your flesh
No, hell is for children
Hell, hell is for hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for children
Hell, hell is for hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for children
Hell, hell is for hell
Hell is for hell
Hell is for children
Hell is for children
Hell is for children

My 2 cents – so all of the poets that I will be telling you about helped me to start to heal. Well there were also some songs… This one helped me feel like I was not alone. I felt understood, A rare thing then.

February Links

My author page for Coffee House Writers (http://coffeehousewriters.com/author/pattimouse/)

Find me on Facebook
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Pattimouse

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March Links

Tuesday Tunes

Birthday month

Tuesday Tunes

Life’s gift on coffee house

Tuesday Tunes

Coffee House – Halfway Home

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Tuesday Tunes (Delayed Edition)

February Links

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