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Apparently I wrote something so long I can't even post it. Any brilliant suggestions other than take a machete to it?
Thank you,
Mike
It says there's a 4096 character limit LOL
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murfer we meens murder (hoo sez eye doan edit) - early as the kitty - as u know she is good and always - birdsong
back to usual rain gray town sans precipitation but the sound - needles owee soon - round and round we spin and back again
and here we are - another now another day
anyway
hallelujah
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Writing poetry to reduce stress: Vanaja Malathy
Writing poetry to reduce stress: Vanaja Malathy
In the latest edition of AuthorTalks, Vanaja Malathy discusses her creative writing journey at length with us. She talks about her transition from the shoes of a teacher, a lecturer, a professor, and a principal to being a poet. Her journey as a creative writer is a true inspiration, especially for those who, for some reason or another, haven’t been able to write during their professional life…
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I need to follow some writing blogs. Get me working on my fiction, interact more with poetry
Please give me recommendations
My poetry page is @env0writes
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bethdrawsthings
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"Black Dwarf" - Acrylic paint on canvas
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Prompt #14372
"There are seven doors that lead to the Dream World."
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Pendragon Book Release: Hopper's Dell 🎃
We have released another book!
Hopper's Dell.
The 4-volume series will be released every Halloween, for the next three years.
Join us for the generational horror story of one family that has kept an eldritch horror bound to their land, for over 200 years.
(🔗🌳 for a signed copy)
Until next time, happy reading!
-T.C. Pendragon & A.R. MacGregor
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Gone
Dangling swords of Damocles.
A face full of
Icarus's wings' hot molten wax.
Tick-tock goes the clock;
Always
More, and never less, unless measuring
Time, left.
Surface tension
As the utmost flimsy, struggle-mocking
Barrier, established
To deny a drowning man
Even his last
Breath.
Crawling
Through a one-way-out narrowing tunnel,
Halfway realising
Its only obstruction
Will be the vessel named
Death.
With shoulders scrubbing against
The harshest
Reality
—
No, you will not make it. This is not a game.
Never was. Although you did not know this
When you started; this is every end's worth.
—
Will you
Embrace the light
You cannot reach, or clubber
Your head against the slate to be released,
Or slither back into the abyss
To cling to a life wherein
There is nothing
Left
To live?
What then is bravery and what is cowardice?
A dream, escalating within
The subconsciously suspected obscenities
Of waking up; a trading planes
Due to the mundanity of muscle
Memory.
A heart-attack at three a.m.,
When the mnemonic muscle
Decides to take
No more.
And the bruises on a chest
That suffered frantic, failed,
CPR.
This is what I am,
With and without
Your love.
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10-4-2024, M.A. Tempels ©
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Tropical Storming during times of duress; as tempestuous scenes sculpt time sharply tied into twine of our times. Sometimes my follicles say to my arms and body
You the are speed bumps of the wind
You are as the sands of time
Stuck in a rut
Seeds of social experience pass around past me
I am not furniture nor dirt
I am magic
I talk to Groot
Actually Groot works for me
As long as my head is held high
As long as the clouds meet my eyes
As far away as the horizon can stay
As close to my eyes as my pupils to my irises
I grow flowers and leaves and fruits
I grow growing things and beings
I grow people into friends
It’s a sad recollection to lose my collection
It’s a wonderful freeing thing to lose objects
Weight of matter is not weight of meaning
Losing losers and or weight is not the same for every body so don’t expect the same thing from a different person
Let fast low riders to slow long lifers live life happily every moment every day every one
Let love spring making heads ring into happy beings bringing back to the present: exuberance in acknowledgement of the gift of the present.
Why? Live life.
Wai means water. Without it, no live life.
Instant death. Like instant ramen. Only with no water, you’d die thirsty with no broth or noodles.
Make better and more plant based noodles.
Make plants make noodles instead of leaves.
Hibiscus flower petals are TEA LEAVES.
Go read hibiscus tea leaves and my future.
Go.
🦋💦
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Artwork by Lisa Tsakiri which is gen.kittendragon
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Alone (Demonic Mix) - January 2022
After a very long break I finally got back into music making in 2022. I had started messing around with a few samples in Lockdown in 2020, but didn't get around to finishing anything.
This was a track I worked on a few years earlier, with different vocals. I was never totally happy with it, and that hung around in the back of my mind for years, I had unfinished business with this track!
So I revisited it and found Kara's wonderful rendition of Alone by Edgar Allan Poe on ccMIxter. It was a perfect fit. I did think about adding the original vocals back in, with one on each channel à la The Murder Mystery, but decided against it as I had messed around with them so much trying to mask them, and couldn't find the original.
The demonic voice in the background is actually a slowed down sample of speech from a well known Sci-Fi movie. At one point it reveals itself.
Reviews for Alone (Demonic Mix) on ccMixter and Looperman:
Deeply cool groove.
Hey Kirkoid! It’s great to see you here! I really dig your dark, hypnotic mix with those crisp, catchy drums. Thanks so much for including my vox.
Wow, what a fantastic intro my friend. Great track. Well done, Maj.
Cool, it is retro and future at the same time. awesome!
Really creative work and like Maj said, the intro was pretty awesome. Well done. I hope all is well. Bear
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Malus spectabilis
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