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December 9, 2011

Prose on Dying Update

clover91:

Since I have been asked twice already I thought I would clarify on the prose on dying challenge.   The submission does not have to be a new one; it can be something you already posted.  It would be nice to see an unpublished submission, but you won’t be disqualified for it being already posted.  

With that being said we still need more entries.  So write, write, write.

*I will be writing a piece for this challenge, but it will not be entered.  I just want to participate.  

Well, I wrote my entry today and submitted it…twice. The second time with a few It’s Early Morning And I’m Not Awake Enough Yet Typos fixed. The DEADline for the challenge, issued by clover91, is 11:59 p.m. tonight, Friday, December 9, 2011. 

December 9, 2011

Once Upon a Time

fullmoonpoet:

Once upon a time

Floating into view

Came along a tale

Tied to a balloon

So I chased it up the street

Grabbing at the string

With my hand outstretched

I pulled the story in

But what I read was sad

It made me want to cry

So I turned it upside down

And had another try

Soon I felt my belly

Become swollen so with laughter

That I floated to the sky

And lived happy ever after

December 9, 2011 Link

The Girl Soul: Her Solitary Life

thegirlsoul:

Loneliness is all a poet needs

her heart must be under her orders

and her creed

her decency is just true

you cannot color the saffron sky blue

and you have to let the white bird go

fly and conquer the endless and vast sky

her right it is to die

and come back to live

a magical life

in the…

I especially love the line, “her feet are on clouds and they are safest there”. ~ Janean

The Girl Soul: Her Solitary Life

December 8, 2011

Just Say It

I’ve always been a chatterbox. Since I was a child. At least when I write my mouth isn’t moving. Though I can still simultaneously “step in it”, and put my foot in my mouth, which tastes like sh*t. I am not feeling very bloggerific today, I am a grouchy, surly mess. 

I love to write. I love it. It sets me free. It feels so good To Just Say It. 

A book IS a dream of mine. More than one, as any author/Writer worth his/her salt would dream for. We shall see. Believe me I’ll shout about it from all over when that day comes. My mother, sister and aunt, are three of my champions, who encourage me to Keep Going and not stop. That I’m on to something. 

I am not writing today though. Today I am making art. 

~ Janean

© 2011 Turquoise Tangles

December 8, 2011

lilysofthefield:

We hold people in our hands
the way we remember them.
The memories we keep
and the secrets we take to our graves.
They’re not real, simply figments of our imagination.
We made them up with the traits we choose
and moments we twirl with our fingers.
They’re never truly how they seem. 

December 8, 2011 Quote

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that’s what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (via pavorst)

December 8, 2011

I can’t make you

I can’t make you

I wish I could

you’re bigger than me

I can’t stop you

you won’t listen

I won’t beg

do what you have to do

the door closes

I cry then

my eyes are dry now

no longer tired

I wonder

when you will come home

knowing that you will

I won’t call

you know the way

when you’re ready

come home

even though

I can’t make you

© 2011 Turquoise Tangles

December 8, 2011

Self & Devil Dialogue

Self: It’s been over a year…maybe I can have a drink again.

Devil: Do it. It’ll take sooo goood. You won’t regret it. 

Self: But I like it too much. I want the oblivion too badly. I want the escape a drink, two, three or more offers. 

Devil: Exactly! That’s why you should…

Self: Damn. I want one. But I won’t let myself. For that very reason. I want it too much. I couldn’t stop at one. I might get quite snockered and lose my clothes and loosen my tongue and say and do things I shouldn’t.

Devil: It’s been awhile since you’ve done that…Margarita? Amaretto Stone Sour? Bloody Mary? Vodka and cranberry, Blue Sky of course? Daiquiri? Pick your poison. The bar is fully stocked. No one will know. You can hide the booze in the cabinet above the fridge where no one ever looks but you. You know, where you used to keep it, before you took it to your mother’s to get it out of the house. Farther away from you.

Self: Shit. I want one of each. But, no. I won’t. Not tonight. Strong will and determination can conquer this weakness, this longing for escape. I’ll stay in reality a little longer. 

True Story

*end of dialogue submitted to thevagabondking anon challenge*

Note Added When Posting As Me: I submitted the above dialogue by the deadline set by thevagabondking. I submitted it anonymously. I’m posting it now as myself because why the hell not. No one replied to my etiquette question saying it’s just not to be done under any circumstances or we’ll all stop following you and you’ll be left all alone. thevagabondking awarded it the bronze, third place, behind #1 and #2 and before two honorable mentions. Thanks for the Tumblr kudos, thevagabondking! I wanted to thank you out loud. 

© Turquoise Tangles

http://thevagabondking.tumblr.com/post/13864434172/anon-challenge-dialogue-results

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