I love writning. It helps me escape into my own little world where things always go the way I don't want them to and everyone is blissfully unaware...oh wait a second...that's reality...hang on a minute...Ignore that...
My poetry is what I write to bridge the gap in my stories( which is generally when the plot bunny escapes its cage and I don't feel like chasing it...)
I don't come up with my characters out of nowhere. They live out their lives in my mind and I act as their biographer. I cannot make them do anything, they just ignore me and won't take the assistance of any plot bunny that I throw their way. So I write what I see and sometimes it turns out right and sometimes it doesn't, but people have free will so who am I to judge?
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"I am the shadow that stalks the day, a lone..." The door opens, my mother enters, turning on the light.
"Hon, why are you sitting here in the dark?" She thinks I'm crazy...I'm not though! I swear it!
"Mommmm...go away! I'm entrancing the populace!" Shoves mother out of the room and turns light back off and continues "I can teach you to bottle fame and, wait, this isn't my monologue! Damnit!"
Things I've said:
"When your world turns upside down, do a hand stand and all will be well...Until the blood rushes to your head and you fall over...But if you're lucky, you'll always have someone there to catch you."
"Whatever floats your boat will likely inspire others to sink it"
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That is Deck my plot bunny for "Utterly Deceptive Twaddle Speak"
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This one is Betch she's the plot bunny of "Lovely, innit?"
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