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  1. The Broken Crown (1.2)

    Chapter 1

    Freya began to walk through the forest, making sure to avoid puddles on her way. She came across a small merchant’s stall in the woods. He was selling food and Freya hadn’t eaten in a day, so she went over to him.
    She bought a bag of biscuits and stuffed one in her mouth. The merchant’s eyes widened with amusement when he saw her eat it in one bite. “Woah there! You must be hungry.”
    Freya turned at him and smiled. “Well, I guess so.”
    She gave him the money ...
  2. Beautiful Sunsets

    The bosses' red Don't Walk emoji halts me
    in mid- We are the champions - which I always find difficult, to hit that right note-
    "We---!" - Is it one note/two notes? being that the artist is always driven to try to insert his own ego/make it his own. Always. Even when the tune is borrowed.

    I go with two, and immediately see my mistake by the reaction of my fellow side-walkers, those around me- that that is not a good choice, so I add a plié and then left/foot-forward, ...

    Updated March 15th, 2018 at 08:32 PM by Kevin

  3. Who would be interested in a personal top 25 albums list?

    Okay, I guess I should preface that I have a blog somewhere in the, uh, blogosphere. I can't really advertise that here, nor would I want to.

    But, basically, at the music forum I was at, I was working on a top 25 albums list for every year from 1955-2017. I managed to get up to 1966 before the atmosphere was too toxic for me to continue at that forum. I then came up with the brainstorm of doing the list on a blog in the voice of my favorite protagonist, Gertie Strawberry. I wish Schrody ...
  4. Writer's block

    I'm having bit of Writer's block on starting Chapter 2 of my story. Maybe today will be a break day where I have short sparks of writing if I have the motivation to do so. Usually, when it comes to writer's block, just take it easy. Maybe I'll even find some inspiration.
  5. Chapter 1 of The Broken Crown (1.1)

    Chapter 1
    The sun shone through the forest right between all the trees.
    Freya walked through the forest as her blond hair flowed in wind and her jacket hung loosely off her shoulders. Her sword, which she had placed in its scathe, swayed on her left leg.
    Her jacket was adorned with an official bounty hunter pin. Her boots had bright red laces, which was a direct contrast to the rest of her black boots. Her hair was done in a ponytail, and her blue eyes shone a little brighter ...

    Updated March 13th, 2018 at 08:02 PM by _Koriko_

  6. Hidden tomb

    Follow down the golden path,
    'tween the trees that always laugh,
    passed the singing daffodils,
    into fields of swallowed pills.
    Upon the stage I wait and wait,
    'till the day you push the gate,
    through open stone of memory,
    at the end you'll surely see,
    this glass tomb that you built,
    where my body softly wilts.
  7. Expectations

    by , March 12th, 2018 at 01:03 AM (Scraps of Who I am)
    You tell me how
    to draw a perfect square
    a perfect circle or

    a line stretched straight
    between two erect poles
    neither of which will bend

    but perhaps
    you ask for the impossible

    my art has no way
    of knowing those

    nor have I the skill
    to learn things

    that are driven by
    a demand for

    (c) Neetu
    Tags: poetry
  8. Carchoon

    How's it going?
    What 'it'?
    Your life, your self, your day.
    How can I answer that?
    Okay, nothing horrible happened.

    Character-caricature of myself , I see Porky Pig or Elmer Fudd, stutterers and/or otherwise mangler/mispeakers. Idiot/savant without the savant part?
    I yam what I yam,
  9. Life eh?

    I suppose, I ought to think myself lucky:

    Many years ago, I was a smoker and, like many, had many failed attempts at giving it up. Then, because of being incapacitated with a leg injury, my smoking got heavy, not quite to chain-smoking proportions but I was well on my way and then, completely out of the and totally unexpected, I suddenly realised that I hadn't smoked for a couple days. I actually got sick of smoking. The doc reckoned that I had unintentionally put my self through something ...

    I hit 50k words, first time I've ever hit that! But My novel is now in the process of being drafted and I'm close to making my $7mill from it. This is exciting!!!

    Updated March 11th, 2018 at 08:45 PM by CrimsonAngel223

  11. Poems for a fairy novel.

    A father's spell.

    Red, blue, gold and green,
    threads I bind remain unseen,
    hide my daughter from his eyes,
    until the day that my hope dies.

    Yellow, brown, silver, pink,
    give her all the time to think,
    as he searches high and low,
    steady time's gentle flow.

    Orenge, peach and indigo,
    please disguise her inner-glow,
    fade into the setting sun,
    'til Shadow lord's fun be done.

    Slumber of a Fairy Queen.

    Updated March 11th, 2018 at 01:16 AM by H.Brown

  12. guitar man

    for years a guy use to play a cardboard cut out guitar in the city an on the radio it reported he died in a nursing home an people clubbed in to send his body home to be buried with his parents...this guy was around for years an summit of a liverpool icon...just two stories..on someone stopped and said your playing that all wrong an he replied one of me strings has snapped and someone said i've got a pen here...billy butler a local radio presenter asked him how was he doing and he said someone put ...
  13. I feel like staring a movement

    Hello guys, yes this is my first blog post, I am thinking of starting a movement, particularly a poetic one. Also I've never done anything like this before, I want to say thanks for reading and commenting on my work. I want to be the greatest poet of the 21st century and I hope one day reach that goal getting Nobel Prizes, Pulitzer's, Etc. But mostly to be Poet Laureate one day.

    Have a good day everyone.
  14. Clever Architecture

    by , March 9th, 2018 at 04:57 PM (Scraps of Who I am)
    We did not make
    a pact to die
    though eons have passed
    and we live as if dead

    in a hollowed-out grave
    upon which stand pillars
    of a tomb
    that deceives passers by

    without a thought, you assume
    it to be a
    well-designed house.

    (c) Neetu

    Updated March 13th, 2018 at 07:44 AM by Neetu

    Tags: poetry
  15. Send in the Clouds

    I see a mouse
    in the grey bellied clouds
    the wind blows
    mouse becomes a rat
    billows pass above me
    ears begin to spread
    advance the rat to possum
    ten and ten seconds eastbound
    cumulus mash potatoes
    possum charms the dove
  16. Longing of dreams.

    I feel the empty place inside,
    a place where you could live 'n' thrive.
    Wishing for the day that I find,
    a bright, familiar inquiring mind.
    To gaze upon your fragile form,
    encased inside a mother's warmth.
    Looking deep into eyes like mine,
    my heart it soars to hear, 'she's fine.'
    With each beat of your tiny heart,
    I lose myself, we'll never part.
    Dreams sweet edge casts me free,
    to wake and find there's no little me.

    Updated March 8th, 2018 at 11:58 PM by H.Brown (revision.)

  17. Feeling I get when look to the west...

    Chem-trails, nGod's puppetry, telling me,
    pulling my heart strings, pulling my leg
    my knee-jerk sympathies and anger,

    Your legs are nice. I conceptualize you as a goddess. You are penultimate. I love your pedestals...
    Can't we all get along? I didn't mean you were crazy, but what are we to believe? I don't have any definitive proof. Okay, I give up.

    Yes... (ahem) (is this thing on?)
    I hereby... renounce Satan.
    My confirmation ...
  18. Lyrics 4 (featuring music)

    Militant Genocide was the lead single for my second touring band. I had been working on 14 songs beforehand which I was unable to implement into my first band, so my second band was more focused on the music I had written in the meantime.

    This video features the song's rhythm section (it's an old recording, so I look younger xD ).

    Musically, this song is an achievement for me; it was the fastest song I'd ever written at the time, and despite its lack of overwhelming ...
  19. Embracing Blue

    by , March 6th, 2018 at 02:51 PM (Scraps of Who I am)
    She wears the trailing tint
    of a blue moon

    her arms covered
    in blue sleeves
    her skin grazed by
    flying dust you see
    if you look closely
    at her face
    even in the pale light
    of a sad sun

    to this hour, this descent
    into neither night nor day
    she surrenders, unwilling
    to fight.

    © Neetu
    Tags: poetry
  20. Not Lucky

    Alvin came down from his upstairs cubicle to visit yesterday. He used to be a working-class schlub like us, but now he's moved up to a better paying desk job.
    While visiting, he noted how clean and organized our work area was. He huffed and shook his head:
    "When I was down here, it was never this slow. You got it easy. You're lucky."
    The fact was, we'd been busting our arses and worked hard to get our work area clean. What Alvin saw was something magical to him. ...
  21. Union-Pico job

    She looked up at me finally, in her eyes there was... a try, a plea, a wish, a hope.
    It was a little-girl look in a woman- like this is me, before all the stuff, and how I am inside, behind it all. And see me, how I don't quite get how I don't quite fit with how things are supposed to be.

    There was a sweetness, a sincerity in that look, asking, but I could have no answers- not for her; already.

    None of this was spoken as I read it.
    I wanted
  22. I'm home :)

    Well, it's been a few months since I was regular on this forum and a few things happened while I was away. most of it not very good.

    I believe I mentioned I joined a music forum in the interim. For a while, most of the time anyway, I was happy there. I was working on a top 25 albums project (Still working on it actually though not for that forum). The atmosphere was totally different than it is here though and it was the atmosphere at the music forum that I feared would somehow rear ...
  23. Affirmative Action

    M'kay, Im'a just post this now in response to the ridiculousness that recently transpired and move on. I honestly don't know if my last blog post is publically visible, but shit recently got very real (for no reason) in my blog; and to avoid any recourse or butthurtedness, I'm going back to my original stance of censoring myself on this forum (LMMFAO).

    PEOPLE are annoying.

    Everyone has shit to say to someone. Shit is pathetic.

    There's nothing to say or add ...

    Updated March 2nd, 2018 at 06:44 PM by RhythmOvPain

  24. Do Something

    by , March 2nd, 2018 at 04:31 PM (Scraps of Who I am)
    A mother's cry

    in the air
    filled with smoke

    smell of death
    still emanates

    blood seeps fresh
    where flowers grew

    red as hell
    and veins dark blue

    these were children
    snatched in

    (c) Neetu
  25. Walking away

    Peter was a Japanese. He told me as a kid he'd been tortured and molested in a Christian cult up in Oxnard. He left, and his mother won't have anything to do with him as he is now evil.

    Peter was our estimator . He would disappear for weeks at a time, and we had to fire him.

    I read the Facebook share from another neighborhood warning about this Asian guy claiming to be a doctor who'd lost his wallet- could you see it in your heart to loan him a few so he could get his
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