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NB | I’ve decided to take a shortcut on this one and added a link to one of my older posts. It is quite possible I will return to this assignment…once I catch up!
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NB | I’ve decided to take a shortcut on this one and added a link to one of my older posts. It is quite possible I will return to this assignment…once I catch up!
She smoothed the red envelope and
could just make out the cut out uneven squares
provided by the morning paper
I KILL YOU
She placed the unopened letter to the in-tray
and walked back to her desk.
She smiled.
She could still smell the glue on her fingers.
I have lost many things, some of them of monetary value but I can’t think of one that would mean anything significant to me now. I had my heart broken and felt abandoned but I don’t wish to have any of those people back in my life. Sometimes I get lost on my way from point A to point B but for me it is an opportunity to unexpectedly discover new corners of the world. Often I get lost in my head, losing track of time and touch with reality. Don’t even get me started on how many times I have lost the plot. I am losing memories, the good and the bad, but that is normal brain behaviour and I need to accommodate the new ones somewhere. I lost a competition and I lost a race but this only made me more determined and made me work harder.
Somehow I have never lost my keys or my ID. But I am losing my patience quite often. Usually followed by loss of temper. I would rather lose the keys but keep the cool head.
If we could touch music, it would feel like water. Music is fluid. Circumstances. Influences. Emotions. Everything is flowing and changing. I can pick three songs that means something to me today. I can’t tell whether or not they will be figuring in the Top 3 of Eva’s music chart tomorrow.
This is blast from the past. I had my music player on random and this song started playing. I immediately cancelled the shuffle and switched exclusively to the ‘Resist’ album. I haven’t listened to this for almost ten years. It feels good.
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I love this song. It’s subtle and powerful at the same time. The whole album ‘All the Little Lights’ is a revelation. Second favourite from the album is ‘I Hate’.
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‘Lighting Bolt’ is not exactly ‘Ten’ or ‘Vs.” but Eddie Vedder and co are coming to the UK and I can’t wait!
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The above list was composed while I was still at work, straight after I read today’s assignment. By the time I finished at the office, sweated in the gym, spent 30 minutes on the train, had dinner and started editing this post, the list looks like this:
This is one of my favourite running songs. I can have it on repeat for an hour and run and run and run. Another one is ‘Next Go Round’…I admit lyrically I have made some very interesting choices when it comes to running but they have a killer beat!
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I’m revisiting OneRepublic after hearing their new-ish song ‘Counting Stars’. I usually have this band in the background with several likeminded artists on shuffle play. It played when I was on the train reading and got stuck in my head.
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Kacey Musgraves – Follow Your Arrow
I don’t usually do country but this lady is spot on: ‘Say what you think, love who you love ’cause you just get so many trips ’round the sun.’
My room is, for now, empty like a blank page. Just dark grey carpet and double door leading to the balcony. 9th floor guaranteers to partially reveal the Houses of Parliament and the London Eye. It is a perfect place to drink my morning coffee and spy on the St. Thomas hospital. Also to watch the New Year’s Eve fireworks if that’s your thing.
There is a built-in wardrobe (yay!). I can picture where my brand new IKEA bed with extra storage will go and the matching IKEA chest of drawers. All in white. That way the room will still remain a blank page, the furniture will simply form the lines. Only then I can start to write and edit, embellish, enhance.
Huge pink cushion? Check.
Fairy lights? Check.
Table lamp with buttons? Check.
Multicoloured & multi-paterned bed linen? Check.
Lime green wicker basket? Check.
Straightjacket? Probably needed.
Criminal investigation on a basis of violation of good taste? Pending.
Prompt: Free-write for 20 minutes
I have realised I haven’t done this exercise in a while. Then I was reminded again when my fingers started cramping up after barely two pages. I filled five pages with immediate thoughts and random stuff. It was liberating but there isn’t much of a substance in it. That doesn’t mean it was pointless. The freedom that comes with ignoring the nudging self-contiousness, dismissing the urge to edit every single syllable and leaving the misspelled words at peace is what is unlocking the treasures inside us. No boundaries, no obstacles, just us.
Twist: Publish the result
It seems that I can’t function without a good challenge 🙂
Bring it on!
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Meet – Talk – Walk – Eat – Talk – Kiss – Leave
Meet – Kiss – Talk – Walk – Kiss – Sleep
Kiss – Eat – Talk – Kiss – Sleep – Leave
Meet – Kiss – Sleep – Eat – Kiss – Leave
Meet – Kiss -Walk – Meet the parents – Eat – Argue – Leave
Meet – Kiss – Talk – Kiss – Argue – Marry
In every present that you receive
Love and care for you is wrapped
On this day and those that follow
Very luck let be your guide,
Every step a happy one.
You are older and perhaps changed
Only to me you will remain the same,
Unforgettable friend
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