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Witches don’t like bitches

Trials and tribulations
I have this stipulation
If you don’t trust someone then you never will
I have this situation and an indication
That you will do me ill
So why should I stick around?
You’re trying to fool me, like some stupid clown
It’s not going to work
Go away you jerk!
Why do you always lurk?
You’re a stalker, that’s why I smirk
I can’t be with you
Go away
Did you hear me?
Go away – find someone else who’ll play
Why don’t you just fade away into an early grave?
Don’t misbehave!
Witches don’t like so called tough bitches that can’t walk the walk
Bitches that won’t stop the talk
Why don’t you stop your squawk?
Yes I’m talking to you bitch!

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A writer’s thoughts

I have read somewhere in the past, that you are what you read and I believe that. The more I read the more defined my tastes have become, my skills, my genre leanings and this influences my writing and art.
With each good book I learn how I want to write and what I want to write about.
With each bad book I read, I learn how I do not want to write and what I dislike.
I do not believe that as a writer you must write things outside of your comfort zone, I believe you should be comfortable with what you are writing – although on an emotional matter, that’s quite different. You must write outside of your emotional comfort zone if you wish to write fear, pain and heartbreak effectively, unfortunately that means opening up your old wounds.
A lot of the time, I like to write about horror, trauma etc. and each time I do, I open up real and old wounds, this is why I often become quiet as a writer and have prolonged periods of not writing, whilst I emotionally recuperate.
I was once told that writers and artists generally go mad after a time and I believe it, we send ourselves mad for our art and stories because we are constantly reliving the horrors of our past for your entertainment and as a collective, we seldom are known or recognized for it.
I am not moaning about my lack of recognition as a writer and artist, because personally I think that’s my own fault. I think I am generally a lazy person and have not bothered to find myself a publisher or to advertise my work very much over the years at all. On the one occasion I did contact a publisher to see whether or not they liked an idea of mine, I was lucky enough to get a letter back within three weeks, but this terrified me, because they loved what I sent them and praised me highly for it; I never contacted them again, I was worried about becoming famous and at the time I was young and didn’t know about pseudonyms.
These days I am more prepared for whatever life throws at me because I will be totally blatant about what I can and cannot do and what I will and will not allow.
Other than twitter, my blog and magazines are there any other steps I should take to get myself known?
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I wish my blanket could talk

I wish a blanket would wrap itself around me and talk

It would say, I’m sorry for your pains, everything will be OK

Just cuddle with me a little while, your heart has traveled many miles to pain, where it always rains

And I know you missed the train home, you’ve not option but to roam this land

The land of no hope, the land of black sands and I’m here for you

Yes you, you’re my wonder you’re my girl

You mean a lot to me, my world

And I’ll lay there, listening to these kind words

And I’ll dream of sunshine and I’ll run into the rainbow shouting, I am now free

Of you

That’s exactly what I’ll do

I am home now I will say, and I’ll stay here until the day I find love, true love

And my heart full of peace and little white doves will say

There won’t another, no way

This day, was always meant to be

This love has set me free

I am happy

But for now

I wish a blanket would wrap itself around me and talk

It would say, I’m sorry for your pains, everything will be OK

This is a song I wrote, if I had still of had cu-base connected to my computer and had a computer that could take it, I would have written some music with this, but I can’t read or write music without educative software, which is a shame really because the tune has really stuck in my head, it should be sung in a very catatonia or garbage kind of style/way.

 

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