Showing posts with label Rose LeMort. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rose LeMort. Show all posts

Saturday, April 8, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017: Day 8: G is for Good Time (to shut the fuck up)



Contains profanity
If you don't like strong language, don't read the poem and then complain about the language
 
Next time you're out to lunch
With your fat cousin, brother or sister
Or maybe you see a portly stranger
About to sink his or her teeth
Into something you consider
A poor dietary choice
Because fat people are only supposed to eat salads with no dressing
And drink diet soda
Before you open your mouth
To tell your fat frenemy or relative 
Or that fat person you don't even know
That they shouldn't be eating what they're eating
That they're going to give themselves diabetes
That their fat body is costing you money by existing
Realize that now's a great time
To shut the fuck up
To stick a sock in it
To check yourself before you wreck yourself
And if you do choose to open your fool mouth
And insert your unwarranted opinion
Try not to be surprised
If you end up with an earful of angry (and deserved) comeback
A mouth full of your foot
And maybe a face full of whatever the fat person who was just trying to enjoy their meal was drinking
Maybe it was diet soda
Maybe it was water
Maybe it was regular soda
Or even beer or wine
In any case
Whatever it was
It was none of your damn business in the first place

Next time you're out for a swim
And you see a fat person
Sunning themselves
Or walking
Or playing in the water
Or having a drink with a little umbrella in it
And you think it would be a great idea
To tell them how much better they'd look if they lost a few pounds
Or think it would be great fun to have a laugh at their expense
After all, what is that land whale doing out in public
And not sitting home in their apartment
Eating and hating themselves
Before you open your nasty mouth
And let hurtful words fly forth
Now is a really great time
To slap some tape where your mouth is
In other words, shut the fuck up
Because other people are not there
To be targets of your ridicule
And nobody fucking asked you
For your advice about their body

Instead of standing in judgment of everyone else
Now is a damn good time
To take a long hard look at yourself
Being an asshole
Is never a good look

Created by Rose and Cie
With no apologies for harsh language 
Or for our bodies 

http://www.napowrimo.net/day-eight-4/






PSA: 
Nobody can "eat themselves into diabetes." The only people who develop diabetes are those who have the genetic trigger for diabetes. You cannot get diabetes because you "ate too many sweets" or because you have a large body type. 
People of all sizes get diabetes. A person with the genetic trigger for diabetes may develop diabetes regardless of their diet. Insulin resistance can cause weight gain and make weight loss difficult. It can also cause incessant hunger.
Diabetes is not a personal failing. It is the pancreas failing.
Please don't say things like "I'm going to get diabetes if I eat this (piece of cake, candy bar, other sweet food)" or "if you don't lose weight, you're going to end up with diabetes." Such statements are untrue and potentially hurtful.
It is impossible to know how much a person eats, how much they do or don't exercise, or what health conditions they may or may not have based solely on your perceptions of their body type.
Regardless of your thoughts about another person's attractiveness, it is never okay to be invasive or cruel to that person. 

Note:
Goofy Rose did not take a good look at today's letter and assumed it was F. Thank you, Cie, for writing this G poem with me!  

NaPoWriMo 2017: Day 8: Fallen: A Poem in Three Parts


 Never forget our fallen soldiers
Fallen in battle
Fallen in the name of freedom
Fallen in the name of greed
Fallen to help the helpless
Fallen to feed the need of megalomaniacs
Some fallen by the wayside
When they return home
Never forget our fallen soldiers

Black metal vocalist Per Ohlin 
January 16 1969 - April 8 1991
Death by self-inflicted shotgun wound to head

Never forget the fallen
Fallen by their own hand at the end
Fallen victim along the way
Fallen at the hands of bullies
Never taught empathy for those who are different
Fallen victim to the deceptions created
By a mind that works differently
Never forget the fallen ones
Fallen into the dark night of despair


 Photoshop art by The Real Cie


 Never forget those whose memories have fallen away
Those fallen into the lonely twilight of a mind
Ravaged by devastating disease
 Never forget those fallen victim to dementia
Whose souls have fallen away from the world
While their bodies are still living
Never forget that the fallen deserve compassion
That the fallen deserve to be treated with respect
Never forget those who can no longer remember


Never forget the fallen
Don't let them fall away
Just because it is uncomfortable
To talk about the things that caused their fall


~Rose~ 
 


http://www.napowrimo.net/day-eight-4/


Notes:
Team Netherworld does a tribute to Per Ohlin every year on April 8, the date of his suicide. This year marks the 26th anniversary of his passing.
I thought about finding a picture of Per without makeup because one year someone remarked that he looked "creepy". In the end, I decided to use a picture of him in his stage makeup because I feel that people need to learn to look beyond appearances.
Per came into the world with a lot of strikes against him. He was born prematurely and had severe sleep apnea during his early childhood. He was likely on the autism spectrum. His younger brother stated that he had difficulty multitasking and would become upset if anyone bothered him while he was focused on something he was doing.
When Per changed schools after his parents divorced, his new classmates were not accustomed to his unusual behaviors and at one point ganged up on him and beat him so severely that he sustained a serious head injury and nearly died. This injury may have caused him to develop Cotard syndrome, a perception dysfunction in which the sufferer feels that they are in a body which is no longer alive. Per expressed feelings that he was not alive, that the blood was freezing in his veins. 
Although Per did not perform well scholastically, he was highly intelligent and had a gift with words. His powerful poetry and song lyrics create a rich atmosphere and a metaphor for the struggles which he endured on a daily basis. The following is one of my favorites.
I hope that in the Afterlife, Per was able to find a peace impossible for him to achieve in life. I feel it is important that we learn compassion for him and others with cognitive and psychiatric differences.

Freezing Moon

Everything Here Is So Cold
Everything Here Is So Dark
I Remember It As From A Dream
In The Corner Of This Time

Diabolic Shapes Float By
Out From The Dark
I Remember It Was Here I Died
By Following The Freezing Moon

It's Night Again, Night You Beautiful
I Please My Hunger, On Living Humans
Night Of Hunger Follow It's Call
Follow The Freezing Moon

Darkness Is Growing, Eternity Opens
The Cemetery Lights Up Again
As In Ancient Times
Fallen Souls Die Behind My Steps
By Following The Freezing Moon

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Spellbound

Evil Sorceress by Anna Elizabeth

A Voodoo doll from the Louvre

Fetched v3 by The Real Cie


 Explanatory note follows the poem

Spellbound
(As told by Yadira Root)

Welcome to your nightmare, Poppet
Are the warbling ballads crooned into your shell-like ear
By the diminutive giant who has won your wanting heart
Worth the crushing, piercing pain

Pain visited upon you by a witch whose power
Was birthed in a furnace whose flames predate the forge of Hephaestus 
A power far older than this miserable world
A power darker than the blackest depths of eternity

The disruptive snowfall which drifted this pathetic Fetch to your door
Can never soothe the baleful burns
Which I shall bestow upon your corpulent corpse
The memory of his kiss cannot distract you from pain of such magnitude

Don Juan he may not be
But he didn't have to be
To win the pathetic likes of you
All too easily

When I am done with you
He will be my eternal slave
His mind to serve my will despite his own
He is much more than his lowly exterior would suggest

And you I will keep my prisoner for eternity
Torturing the likes of you relieves my stress
You will plead with me to make each breath your last
Your cries will only gladden the dark heart

Of Yadira the Merciless

Created by:
The Real Cie
Polly Nguyen
Rose LeMort

Notes:
The prompt from napowrimo.net was to create an index poem. Cie wasn't really feeling that. So in a burst of shameless self-promotion, we went to the very first page of the blog for Team Netherworld's WIP story, Fetch, and created this poem in the voice of our tale's main antagonist, Yadira Root.
Yadira is an ancient sorceress, born in the first century CE to the Egyptian Queen Nathicana and the powerful Spanish sorcerer Iohannes. She is a powerful devotee of Nyarlathotep, who himself taught her much of what she knows.
Yadira has targeted English musician Gerry Clifford, who is suffering from dementia, to become part of a powerful hive mind over which she will maintain control. During his astral travels, the terrified Gerry encountered American medium Pepper Baiij, who promised to keep him safe. Yadira's resentment of Pepper's interference in her plans makes Pepper a prime target for Yadira's sadistic spells.
We hope you enjoyed our very cheesy poem. If you would like to follow our progress on the actual story, visit us at the official blog for Fetch.

Poem cross-posted to:

http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twelve-4/

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Thursday, April 30, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015: Day 30: Everything In Reverse


Everything in Reverse

Let me be your angel from above
In this frozen hell
Except for my love
Got nothing left to give
~

You’re an angel from above
In this frozen hell
Will you give me your love
Will your loving heart save me
~

Except my love for you, Baby
I’ve nothing of value to give
My life has gone crazy
This place is a wasteland
~

Except the song that I sing
I have nothing left to give
At the end of everything
I come to you
~

You wouldn’t let me be torn apart
You save me from myself
I feel the warmth of your heart
In this frozen waste
~

Is the love I feel for you
The only thing that matters now
It’s what I always do
I persist
~

I guess it’s the end of my line
Don’t know about the rest of the world
Is this the end of time?
Is this Ragnarok?
~

I give you this song
I’ve nothing left to give
That what we feel is wrong
All the naysayers tell us
~

Love is no crime
I offer you devotion
Let me give you mine
In gratitude for your love
~

Let me bring you peace
If my pain breaks your sweet heart
For making you weep
I’m sorry for my struggles
~

You brought me in from the storm
You saw my struggles
You keep me warm
In this frozen waste
~

We could make a new start
I could be yours forever
Hold me here in your heart
Please won’t you keep me
~

I was drowning in tears
Until I found you
My heart lost in fear
My soul has been robbed
~

Was anything what it seemed
In the whole of my life
You’re more than I dreamed
You’re more than you know
~

To beg you to stay strong
Am I asking too much
Can you return my song
Can you give me your love
~

My voice silenced by fright
My life torn away
Day was swallowed by night
Everything has gone wrong
~

Was anything what it seemed
In the whole of my life
You’re more than I dreamed
You’re more than you know
~

To beg you to stay strong
Am I asking too much
You've been alone for so long
I can see that you’re hurting
~

Can you calm the fear in my chest
Can you heal my spirit
My mind is a mess
My heart is broken
~

Can your love make me well?
Can we bring each other happiness?
Even in this frozen hell
I can see points of beauty
~

Rose
Sadie
and Gem
for Gerry


Notes:
The original poem was created by writing sister Sadie and me (with a little help from a spectral friend, and I don't care if you believe that or not) for my story in progress, Fetch, which I'd really like to get back to working on. It's been a couple of months. Working for a paycheck type work kind of took over my life of late, and that sucks.

Prompt:
For the last day of NaPoWriMo, I’d like you to try an odd little exercise that I have had good results with. Today, I challenge you to write a poem backwards. Start with the last line and work your way up the page to the beginning. Another way to go about this might be to take a poem you’ve already written, and flip the order of the lines and from there, edit it so the poem now works with its new order. This will probably feel a bit strange (and really, it is a bit strange), but it just may help you see the formal “opening” and “closing” strategies of your poems in a new way!

Friday, January 16, 2015

A Heart Thawing in Sub-Zero Temperatures


A Heart Thawing in Sub-Zero Temperatures
by
Rose LeMort 
and
Sadie Tagabayan

Note:
This poem (song lyrics, really) is part of a bigger post which was inspired by the picture. If you'd like to see the original post, click here. The post is from the point of view of the Fetch Gerry Clifford, who was a musician during his lifetime. The song is written from Gerry's point of view as well.
A Fetch is the apparition of a person whose body is still alive but badly compromised, so for all intents and purposes, they function as a spirit. 

All I Have to Give

I can see points of beauty
Even in this frozen hell
Can we bring each other happiness?
Can your love make me well?
~
My heart is broken
My mind is a mess
Can you heal my spirit
And calm the fear in my chest
~
I can see that you’re hurting
And have been for so long
Am I asking too much
To beg you to stay strong
~
You’re more than you know
You’re more than I dreamed
In the whole of my life
Was anything what it seemed?
~
Everything has gone wrong
Day was swallowed by night
My life torn away
My voice silenced by fright
~
Can you give me your love
Can you return my song
Am I asking too much
To beg you to stay strong
~
You’re more than you know
You’re more than I dreamed
In the whole of my life
Was anything what it seemed?
~
My soul has been robbed
My heart lost in fear
Until I found you
I was drowning in tears
~
Please won’t you keep me
Hold me here in your heart
I could be yours forever
We could make a new start
~
In this frozen waste
You keep me warm
You saw my struggles
You brought me in from the storm
~
I’m sorry if my struggles
Are making you weep
If my pain breaks your sweet heart
Let me bring you peace
~
In gratitude for your love
Let me give you mine
I offer you my devotion
Love is no crime
~
All the naysayers tell us
That what we feel is wrong
I’ve nothing left to give
So I give you this song
~
Is this Ragnarok
Is this the end of time?
Don’t know about the rest of the world
But I guess it’s the end of mine
~
Still I persist
It’s what I always do
The only thing that matters now
Is the love I feel for you
~
In this frozen waste
I feel the warmth of your heart
You save me from myself
You wouldn’t let me be torn apart
~
I come to you
At the end of everything
I have nothing left to give
Except the song that I sing
~
This place is a wasteland
My life has gone crazy
I’ve nothing of value to give
Except my love for you, Baby
~
Will your loving heart save me
Will you give me your love
In this frozen hell
You’re an angel from above
~
Got nothing left to give
Except for my love
In this frozen hell
Let me be your angel from above

~Gerry Clifford~
as transcribed by
~Rose and Sadie~

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Lonely Dreamer

Image Source

Lonely Dreamer

Lost in lonely dreams
On pillow of leaves and straw
I envision you

~Rose~

Dedicated to Reg Presley, in honor of his beautiful song "Night of the Long Grass"
Rest in peace, Reg.
12 June 1941 – 4 February 2013


Sunday, December 7, 2014

At First Light


First Light

You first came to me
At first light when the snow fell
Stay through the darkness

~Aurora~


Aurora's Notes:

Our team sometimes creates poems on behalf of our characters. These characters come from the work in progress "Fetch," a paranormal romance created by Team Netherworld member Rose LeMort.
This poem is written from the perspective of Pepper Baiij, a forty-seven year old spirit medium (specifically an empath and "spirit anchor"). While attempting to assist the fetch Gerry Clifford, she ends up falling in love with him and he with her.
A "fetch" is the apparition of a person whose body is still alive but is badly compromised, so they effectively function as a spirit.
Gerry first appeared to Pepper on the night that an arctic front moved in. He was badly frightened by a group of entities which operate as a unit and seem to be playing a waiting game, biding their time until Gerry's compromised brain reaches a certain state of deterioration, at which point he believes they intend to absorb the essence of his soul.
Pepper allowed Gerry to "anchor" himself to her so she could try to keep him safe, although she knew that by doing so she was risking a heartbreak of a kind she had sworn she would never allow herself to feel again.
The next day when Pepper woke up, she felt Gerry beside her. It was a day of sub-freezing temperatures and snow. Pepper needed to drive to her son's house and Gerry came with her. He became convinced that he and Pepper were both spirits in some area of hell, but that they could help each other. In working to try and comfort Gerry and help him see that he is not in an actual hell, she finds herself falling quickly and deeply in love with him and hoping that he will stay with her.

Cross-posted to:

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Fictional Creations


This erasure challenge provided by Hannah from Imaginary Garden With Real Toads was...hard! But it made me happy to do it because I talked Team Netherworld's own Rose LeMort to allow me to take a page from her in-progress novel, Fetch, and play Erasure with it. The story is a paranormal romance. 
I hope Rose enjoys what I've done with her page.


Click to enlarge

I got the idea for the graphic from our own Seth. One simply turns the font on the words they don't want to white, then pastes the results into Paint and saves it as a jpeg.
I'm going to provide the poem in a slightly more cohesive form below, then, for a real treat, I will share Rose's original page. She has given m her permission to do so. Personally, I can't wait to see more of this story. Rose has invited the team to brainstorm with her, and you can see the results at the special blog dedicated to this end.

Here it is in a more directly readable format

invited
fictional creations. 
They must be based on something factual. 
I need to find out what that something is
wires crossed
like drivin’ through a thick fog on an unfamiliar road
it wasn’t a stupid move, it was a desperate one
Makes me feel like I’m alive again
I’m tryin’ to make the best of it
I could use a quick little thrill
a little kiss for you

This was hard--really hard! I like the end result, although it's a bit of an odd piece.
Now, here is the real thrill for me, to present you with the original page from Rose's manuscript. Write, Rose, write! We need to see more of these characters--now!

Pepper sat down on the couch and invited Gerry to sit beside her. He nestled against her like a frightened child.
“Put me in your pocket then, Love,” he begged. “Let me stay safe here with you.”
“Gerry, I’d like nothing more. But at this stage, your body is going to keep pulling you back. I need to try to find out just what this entity is. I found the one commonality, but I need something more to act on. Both the Lights of Zetar and the demonic sphere from the Vampirella comic are fictional creations. They must be based on something factual. I need to find out what that something is. Until then, I very much do want you to stay with me as much as you can, my fetching fetch.”
“How’s that then?” Gerry asked, a smile brightening his face as if he were basking in Pepper’s affection for him.
“A fetch is the spirit of a person whose body is either close to death or very compromised, like yours.”
“Huh. Me body could go on kickin’ for quite a while. It’s only got minor sixty-some year old bloke crap wrong with it. It’s me brain that’s a fried mess with all the bleedin’ wires crossed.”
“Same difference. Your spirit can’t operate properly through your body.”
“Hate it when the fuckin’ thing draws me back in, like it did this morning. I was fightin’ me hardest to make that warped gray matter of mine function for me. It was like drivin’ through a thick fog on an unfamiliar road. I so desperately wanted to tell the staff what I’d seen. Feckin’ stupid, really. Should have known they wouldn’t listen to some poor addled blighter.”
“Gerry, it wasn’t a stupid move, it was a desperate one. I wish I knew better what was going on. We’re going to need to work on this together, okay?”
“My pleasure. I love bein’ here with you, Pepper. Makes me feel like I’m alive again. I hate this fucked transitional state, I really do. But I’m tryin’ to make the best of it. I tell meself I’m gonna see me angel, and I’ll be damned if that don’t just make everything all worthwhile. ‘Ey, would you do me a favor?”
“What’s that?”
“I could use a quick little thrill. How about a smooch?”
“I think I could muster one pretty easily.”
“Quickly maybe?”
“Impatient much? All right, my fetching fetch, a little kiss for you.”
A rosy blush spread over Pepper’s cheeks. She could feel the warmth of Gerry’s kiss, could even feel a bit of moisture. The kiss became more passionate. Pepper found herself trembling in Gerry’s arms. When he broke the kiss, he looked directly into her eyes. 

~Morella La Muerte~
With big thanks to 
Rose LeMort

Cross-Posted to:


Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Kill Yourself

 
Kill Yourself
 
TRIGGER WARNING:
SUICIDE TALK
 
You don't like how they express themselves
On a thread on Facebook or Tumblr or Twitter
So you sling mud in their direction
 
In your fervor to prove that you're right
You harass them long into the night
 
Eventually, you come to the crossroads
Where something tells you to stop this
Maybe something in you realizes that you could really hurt them
Do you let your better self shine through?
Or do you push them into the thorns?
 
You think you really have them now
You zero in like an owl hunting a mouse
Only you are something far worse
For birds have no ill intent
They are only satiating their hunger
 
Perhaps the next day
As the sun rose in the sky
You found out that they took your words to heart
 
KILL YOURSELF
 
When you find out that they committed suicide
Because of your bullying
Will you then feel remorse?
 
Or will you snuff out the last of your humanity at that moment
Crushing your regret
As you would stomp down a budding crocus pushing through the snow
On the grave of one who committed suicide because of you?

DON'T TELL PEOPLE TO KILL THEMSELVES!
THEY JUST MIGHT TAKE IT TO HEART.
 
~Rose~



 
Cross-Posted to:

Saturday, October 18, 2014

OctPoWriMo 2014: Day 18

 Click to enlarge

http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/poetry-prompts-getting-creative.html

Seth's Notes:

Hi, I'm Seth. I'm the husband of Sadie, who wrote a couple of (very sweet!) poems this month for the challenge.
Tonight's prompt was very challenging to me. Besides not being the world's greatest poet, I'm not the world's most technologically savvy guy, and I was wondering how I could pull this off without Photoshop, which I don't have. 
What I did was to copy a page from the electronic manuscript, paste it into Word, change the words I didn't want visible to white font, take a screen shot, and then paste the image into Paint and crop it. I didn't know how to erase the proofreading marks, but I think they look kind of cool anyway.
The page I used is from a book by Team Netherworld member Rose LeMort, and I hope you will check it out. Rose's work is inspired by H.P. Lovecraft, Edgar Allan Poe, and Stephen King, and the result is very spooky. Just click the image of the book to learn more.

http://outskirtspress.com/lostbeneaththesurface

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

T is for Tableau

Cut me a slice!

Modern Life Tableau

Always on the run
Sun hurries across
A horizon that
Looks eerily the
Same every day as
We race to our deaths

~Rose~





The Tableau, a poetry form created by Emily Romano in October of 2008, consists of one or more verses, each having six lines. Each line should have five beats. There is no set rhyme scheme, although rhyme may be present. The title should contain the word tableau.

Since the dictionary states the word tableau means picture or representation, the poem should reflect this. A picture should come to mind as the poem is read.


Example #1:
Graveside Tableau

Sunlight cannot warm
The corpse of the bairn
Who drowned in the loch;
Stoic the father,
Silent the mother,
While a spinster weeps

Copyright © 2008 Emily Romano



Sunday, June 9, 2013

Heart of Night

 
The night is filled with infinite lies
Most of them told by you
After what you've done, you ignore my cries
You think you're the only one whose feelings matter
You like to pretend you're misconstrued
But because of you, my heart is far sadder
I thought you were my sweetest dream
But this is completely untrue
For you have never been what you seem
 
~Rose~

the imaginary garden with real toads

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Rosy Sneezy Snowsy

 
Hi, I'm Rose, and this is my limerick about a rose and a nose and a woman.
 
A woman was holding a rose
A little too close to her nose
She sneezed, snuffled, and coughed
Made all the petals fall off
And drift to the ground like red snows
 
~Rose~