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

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. 

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)

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

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

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Taking Stock…The Things That Matter Most: writing have i told you all that i love to write i do i’m not sure i’m…

takingstockofwhatmattersmost:

writing

have i told you all

that i love to write

i do

i’m not sure i’m good at it

but i really don’t care too much

about that

i love to write

not for the accolades

but for the healing it brings

i love to write

for the smiles it can share

i love to write

to express my…

Taking Stock…The Things That Matter Most: writing have i told you all that i love to write i do i’m not sure i’m…

The Secret Life Of Mademoiselle Lou Ella: Dawn

angelicaldarkness:

My Favourite Time Of Day…
Is Dawn
When The Sky Is Half Night And Half Day
I Love The Way The Stars Shine Brighter
As If Begging You Not To Forget They Are There
The Moon Seems Bigger And Closer
As If Competing With The Sun
The Sun Who Rises In Colours Of Reds And Pinks
There’s A Period Of…

Dawn is my favorite time of day too. If I have to pick just one.

The Secret Life Of Mademoiselle Lou Ella: Dawn