End of the month: Did I actually do anything?

Okay, feel good post alert. I threw together a poem after being a lazy Facebook scroll-er this morning. So, now, I'm gonna take a moment to thin abotu what I've done this month.

This wasn't supposed to work so well. I decided to do it the last day of March, and I was hoping for like a few small snippets a few times a week. (The original post about April.) But I ended up posting every day. For a month. It's kind of amazing. But anyway, everyday and sometimes twice a day for 30 days. It's kind of intense, but I did it. So there's that. But lets talk about what else I did.

• Per request of my adopted Aunt and friend, Gabrielle Worent, (Titi Gabi to me,) I decided to try my hand at 3rd person. And I did it. Read all my 3rd person stories here. 
• I got a lot more in to poetry. I've always loves poetry, and I experimented with different kinds and forms, and It's another form of expression I'm happy to add to my list.
• I got better at writing. If you look at the stuff I wrote at the beginning of the year, or last year, I'm better. Not a lot, but I'm better.
• I wrote something that I actually like. And I'm turning it into a full novel! (Read part one of the short story version here.) 
• I got to 2000 views. That's a lot, and I'm proud of myself.
• I got two more followers.
• I read more
• I wrote more.

So that's what I did, and I'm happy with it. And I'm proud to announce my word total for this month. It is...
10330 words in 30 days. 
This was me when I saw the number:

That's kind of amazing. It's what my goal was per-month before the Moriah's computer breaking thing. So I'm happy, And I'm changed and better because of this month. :-) Thanks all of you, and see you next month!

Day 30: Music's enough

Today is the last day of the month. That's kinda scary. But I had fun, and I've done a lot. I'm making a follow up post to talk about what I accomplished. :-) This poem is odd, the way the symmetry works, and I kinda butchered it, but I kinda like and enjoy it. 

Dusty keys

Dusty hands

Music plays

Music stands

Singing songs

Singing long

Longing sighs

Longing cries

Feeling pain

Feeling rain

Rain is cold

Rain is here

Here is music

Here is fear

Spin around

Spin with glee

Dress is swirling

Dress and me

Me, I smile

Me I dance

Play the music

Play with hands

Hands are flying

Hands are still

Doesn’t matter

Doesn’t care

Cares don’t matter

I don’t care

Found my music

Found my place

Found my love

Found my pace

Music slows

Music goes

Goes away

Goes to stay

Until more

Until next time

Time will come

Time with some

More music

More dancing

Dancing love

Dancing’s enough

Piano love

Piano’s enough

Music love

Music’s enough

Dream self

Hey! The month is almost over...Crazy, huh? I'll be looking forward to next month's project, which is yet to be decided. I'd like to do Burden, but I don't' want to start it unless it's ready. I know I'm writing another depressing story today, and I'm sorry, but this one I really needed. And it has a happy ending. So, enjoy if you can, Dream self...

Glass is turning through the air, and she’s screaming, though no sound comes out of her mouth. Inside of a dream, it may not seem quite so scary. But what if you know, that when you wake up, it’s worse than flying through glass? What could you do, but sit through the dream and wish that you could really die. The girl in the dream, she is covered in blood. But the girl of real life, she is covered in tears. The parallels are painful, but she's trying not to think of it. Trying to believe she can forget it all, and trying to focus on the glass all around in her dream that's killing her. Trying to feel the pain that isn't there. She's sailing through the air, and she's hurting. But the real girl can't feel it. And she wants to, so bad. She's been hurting for too long, she's not sure she can feel anything anymore. Stop. The girl thinks, her dream self mouthing the words as she does. You can feel. Someone is out there, and he or she or is going to come someday and help you, and you will feel once again. But until then, try to feel what you know only can make yourself feel. Feel what you think there's no one to feel it for. Feel love. Feel it for yourself if that's all you have, but feel it. You have to. The girl takes a deep breath, and her dream self's cuts close together and her eyes become full of light.

They both hear the sound of laughing, clear and bell-like. The dream girl wipes away her tears and looks down, realizing her big dress of lavender, loads of tulle making a skirt, floating around as the glass comes back together, forming a mirror in which her dream self sees her hair is up and the blood gone. And then, the real girl floats in, jumping into the body of the dream girl for only a second.Their voices join, and she can hear them out loud. "I love who I am, and I will keep doing so until I have someone else to love and someone else to love me. I feel the power of love, the pain of my life, and everything I've been trying to feel for a long time. And love made it possible, in some crazy. Love, and my dream self.

Day 28: Illusion of death

Can you get me

Through the night

Without leaving

With a fright

Can you tell me

Why if dead

Why there's aching

In my head

Bones are crunching

'Neath my feet

My head pounding

To a beat

Falling flailing

Heart is gone

Going leaving

Won't be long

Finally I'll

Be in ground

Stone overhead

Dirt surrounds

Wishing I could

Breathe my last

But I can't die

Spells been cast

Buried under

'neath a tree

Wish someone could

Come see me

Angels watching

Through the mist

As my body

Writhes and twists

Hands are holding

Heart's last beat

Knowing now that

Death will cheat

Graves are swallowed

You shall see

There will soon be

No more me

Gone.

Hey! My pot today is going to be short. I'm going through some rough times these days. It's emotional for me right now, so you guys get my favorite thing...A depressing song/poem. not sure which it'll be yet, but I know it'll be heartfelt and sad. Because it's been one of those weeks. So, if you read this, if you could be praying for me as well, I would deeply appreciate it.

Gone
I am
Gone
With the
Sun
I am
Gone

Live
I can't
Live
I must
Dive
I can't
Live

Don't
Stop me
Don't
Crack my
Bones
Stop me
Don't

Gone
I am
Gone
You sing
Songs
I am
Gone

True
This is
True
I'm not
You
True
This is
True

Run
I can't
Run
I'm just
Done
I can't
Run

Dead
I am
Dead
Heart is
Lead
I am
Dead.

Writing tips LATE

I decided to do my writing tips after all. With 6 (six) simple words in mind.

WRITE WHAT YOU WANT TO WRITE
That is the only thing that matters. Yesterday, I wrote about coffee. It was weird, but it was what I wanted to write. That's what matters. Always remember that. Of course sometimes a story becomes something else then you planned in the first place. Sometimes, a story writes itself. And that's okay. But if you don't want to help this story write itself, the answer is simple. DON'T. That's all there is to it. So, that's that, and here's today's story. It's a bit odd, but I wanted to write it so...

Isn’t is funny how easily we walk once we learn? You see children learn to walk, see them see it’s not as hard as it seems. And then, suddenly, they’re teenagers and they walk and talk with friends. And they can walk wherever they please. Including away. Far away. But as children they focus on the walking itself. The journey, not the end. That’s what I do now. Step by step, breath by breath. But after a while, I can’t take the agony of wanting to go back. I close my umbrella, brush some dust off my pretty pink dress, and sit down. I didn’t want to leave, but it’s too late now. I’m gone. Far away from them. It seems that it doesn't really matter who them is, but it does to me. Oh, how it does. I love them. I love my parents. My brother. But what my brother did was unforgivable. He killed someone’s heart, tore it out, and left me to deal with it. He told my best friend that someone didn’t love her, convinced her completely. The hour before her wedding, because he was mad at me, he barged into the bridal room, upsetting all of us in our pink bridesmaid dresses, and told her that her fiance was gone. That he didn't have the guts to marry her. And she believed him. Ran out. And I was left to do nothing but tears to comfort me. I tried to run after her, but it was too late. How can my brother be so hateful? I know he thought he loved her, but I know better. He was wrong. But now who am I to do anything about it? Answer: I am her best friend, the person she trusted this day to, trusting I would help with anything that went wrong. I sigh and open my umbrella again, opening my eyes and ears, trying to track her down.I hear crying and run towards it, not caring when I slip and splash mud onto my dress. It doesn't matter what I look like, or what I feel. This isn’t my day. I hear her, and I decide the only thing I can do is scream her name. And I do. I scream it, and I hear her run towards me, and I know it’s the most wonderful moment in my life.

“It’s fine!” I yell. “Go back to the church. He lied. He still loves you!” And for a moment, disbelief is on her face, and then, trust. And that, just like that, she run for the church.

An Ode to Coffee

(You know this is from Pinterest.)

Okay, I'm supposed to be giving you writing tips, but I don't have any, so I'm gonna cheat again and just post today's story, An Ode to Coffee. I've been taking a break from coffee, because I get too easily addicted to it. So today, when I have a headache and am really wanting some coffee. Sorry if I sound like a coffee commercial, but I had fun writing it and it made me smile and give me a good start to the day.

Coffee. What a simple sounding word, but think of the memories it evokes with any person. For some, they will remember the times as children, begging for a taste and regretting it. For others, they remember sitting at their local coffee shop with a mug and a paper for school to write, headphones on and mind throwing ideas around. Smiling over a latte with your best friend. Crazily writing the first draft of your novel. Singing to

(Yes, it's from Pinterest.)

yourself on a spring day whilst sitting outside with an iced coffee. Coffee is everywhere, by your side. Waking you up, giving you a reason to go on. It’s bitter taste, rich, like the soil we stand on, giving us something to ground us. Something for our feet to be on. smooth, like marble in a great hall, our fingers feel the warmth and are comforted by the smoothness of the mug, the feeling in our fingertips is something that can't be recreated. And when the smell reaches our noses, nothing can express the joy, the comfort. The smile within a drink. Add a little cream, and it's a smooth delight. Add some sugar, and you have an extra kick for those hard days. Add some chocolate and it's just the thing for a book and some classical music. Coffee can do anything, can

Do I have to say it?

adapt to what we need it to be. And quite often, we do. Everyone has those days where they can't live without their daily cup of joe, and that's okay. In fact, it's more than okay. It's wonderful. That we have such a wonderful gift sent from above, something to go with bacon and eggs in the mornings. Something to get us through the long day at work. At the end of the world, you can bet we'll facing it with a big cup of our favorite brew. None of can live without our java, but at least we can't live without it together. All of us, together can't live without this earthy taste, even if some of us don't drink it without lots of sugar and milk, coffee is still one of most loved things in this world. Of course, the real question is: Coffee or Bacon?

This picture came from one of my BFFs, Pinterest.