November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 21: The Traveler: A Senryu

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I travel away

to worlds distant from my own

where I find myself

~Cie~

Notes:

Today's November PAD Chapbook Challenge asked for a Travel poem. Here is mine.

Insecure Writers Support Group Book Club Question: During Which Season Are You Most Inspired to Read and Write?

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The Insecure Writers Support Group Book Club posted this question:

During which season of the year are you most inspired to read and write?

My response:

Autumn and winter. I have horrific spring depression, and I tend to have a lot of extracurricular activities which take me away from my normal schedule in the summer. 

I'm always a bit amused by the responses I get when I reveal that I have spring depression and gloomy winter days don't bother me much.

"But how can you be deepressed in the spring when everything is so preeety, and young people's fancies turn to Lurve????"

The part of my brain responsible for the physical aspect of my bipolar disorder doesn't see pretty. I theorize that it becomes aware of changes in light which it doesn't like and which make me feel like a lonely ghost haunting a mausoleum. The pretty flowers make this part of my brain think of flowers on a grave. I often dream of cemeteries at this time of year.

As for young folks' fancies turning to Twoo Wuv, have you read my poetry? Does it seem like that shit has worked out for me, like, at all, other than to be a complete and utter thermonuclear holocaust? It's kind of like saying "but why don't you like having a railroad spike driven into your chest? What's wrong with you?" 

Twoo Wuv doesn't work out for everyone. End of.

OctPoWriMo 2014: Day 31

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Prompted--Or Possessed?

Those who just don't understand

Are always questioning me

Why am I obsessed with writing

Why do I like poetry?

It sure as hell don't pay the bills

But when the words start flowing

Nothing can beat the experience

The excitement just keeps growing

Some people like to party

Some people like to drink

But I can't beat the feeling

When my imagination makes me think

I've been hurt a lot in love

Sometimes I've lost all hope

Writing is what keeps me alive

When I'm at the end of my rope

I can take a journey

To anywhere I please

I can conjure up such excitement

That it brings me to my knees

Nowhere is there such wonderment

As exists inside my mind

Each day I feel the gratitude

For the new wonders that I find

I'm kind of shy about sharing

These creations that I craft

I fear the scorn of the naysayers

I hear their derisive laugh

Still, I keep on writing

Sometimes I just don't know why

It's something that I've always done

And I will do it till I die

~Helena~

Helena's note:

I was glad to be a part of it.

Hope to see you all next year!

Word Prompts:

Poetry
Writing
Experience
Journey
Flowing
Sharing

Feeling Words:

Feeling
Love
Hope
Excitement
Gratitude
Wonderment

OctPoWriMo 2014: Day 26

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Hitchcock was indeed a master

I also loved his dry sense of humor on the Alfred Hitchcock Presents program

A trivia niblet:

Bill Mumy once spoke about working with both Alfred Hitchcock and Rod Serling. He said that Rod Serling was just the sweetest guy, so easy to get along with. If anyone messed up a line, he'd say "hey, that's all right, let's try it again."

Hitchcock, conversely, said:

"Little boy, if you mess up that line again, I'll eat you."

Just a little fun, remembering a talented curmudgeon who was one of my heroes of the film world. They don't make 'em like him any more!

Driving Force

For Spectra Ghostseeker

Sometimes the drive I feel to enter our secret universe 

And tell the tales that creep and crawl and dance and sway from synapse to synapse 

Is nothing short of frightening

It makes me wonder if perhaps I'm truly mad

In the darkness of my mind, spooky images delight

Where this compulsion to dream darkly comes from is mysterious

Why have I always sought the shadow?

Why have I never desired to dance in the light?

A clock striking midnight sets my heart to pounding

I tear out my heart and throw it upon my keyboard with a thud

I pour out my life's blood in these tales that I craft

Indeed, they may be nonsense to the outside observer peering in the window of my mind

But they mean the world to me

~Dolly~

Word Prompts: 

                                     Frightening

                                     Darkness

                                     Spooky

                                     Mysterious

                                     Thud

                                     Striking

                                     Midnight

                                     Pounding

OctPoWriMo 2014: Day 25

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An Ode to Team Netherworld

My kindred spirits

Sometimes we worry too much

About what others think

Of the things we create

Who knows, maybe it's even true

That everybody else

Thinks our work is silly

Stupid

Ludicrous

Ridiculous

Twisted

Sick

They might cry that it isn't canon

Or that borrowing characters is the sign of an immature mind

Some have even said

That people who write the kind of stuff we do

Tend to be damaged individuals

So they write "shell" characters

Well, I say, maybe all that's true

But I counter it with this

I find the scenarios we create fascinating

Our characters, both original and borrowed, captivating

We create situations both zany and enchanting

Although many of us have given up on real life romance

We can't resist the magnetic pull

Of writing about two characters

Who become drawn to each other

In an irresistible dance

The magic may have gone out of many of our waking lives

Our souls crushed under the burden of debt

Of physical pain and emotional stress

Of bearing up under the weight of a lifetime of mental illness

There are no fairy godmothers for us

But we can be the fairy godmothers of our world

Maybe what we write is trite

Maybe nobody but us would want to read it

Maybe some would find us evil or stupid for loving magic

"This stuff could never happen," they say

"Come into the real world," they say

"Be more practical," they say

But we've seen the real world

And it hurts

And when it hurts we can opt to go deeper

Into that magical world of our own

~Spectra~

I love you guys so much.

Being part of our special world may literally have saved my life.

Thank you.

 Morgan Dragonwillow

Word Prompts:

Fascinating
Captivating
Enchanting
Magnetic
Irresistible