Day 238; 334 days of photos
Guest poet; Brandon Thorpe
You Forget What it Was Like to be Alone.
Like a birthday, I stay busy burning boxes
so I don’t have to do any talking.
I love people
I just stay in my head
I get in a flow, thinking up ideas
and when people talk to much
I forget.
And it comes off like I’m depressed
or upset, but I’m not. Some time
during the week I feel like a
robot.
Clearing tasks, and moving fast.
and just as I’m finishing up the last
it’s time for bed.
and I’m so caught up in the moment
I forget, I just want to rest,
I respond coldly out of exhaustion
Because I’m sick of hearing
people talking
Trying to wind down the conversation
the way folks say
“Well, what time is it?”
When they want to leave.
But then she is asleep
And my mind slows,
I take longer breaths
a weight lifts off my
chest and I realize this wont last
life wont always be like this
I won’t be falling asleep in a house
with our kids, older family members
on my mind, and most of them are
still alive.
And I regret how I acted,
You’re there sleeping beside me,
I lock the doors, and check on the
kids, watching for a breath
before I get back in bed. You move
a little
and I wish I’d been kinder.
I go through all my mistakes
and pledge not to make them
the next day
but then I wake up
with a surge of adrenaline,
afraid
of what the day might bring,
and arm myself against
the people I love.
Bio:
Artist and poet from South Eastern KY. With poetry I’m trying to find resonate novelty. When someone hears a topic being discussed publicly they’ve only experienced privately, it creates this sensation like “this is very real” “This person gets it”. It’s a principle of comedy writing. It can’t be too common, else it reads like a horoscope. Poetry won’t solve any problems, but it will make one feel better knowing they are not alone.
I try to write happy life affirming poems with positive messages, but hide them behind cynical language, and depressing topics. There’s no reason to ignore the hard truths of life, but we can talk about them, and go on together elevating these emotions to art.
With art I just like to make things that feel cool to look at. I don’t have theories about it. I’ve just always enjoyed looking through art magazines, as a child I couldn’t wait to read the booklets that came with CDs and videogames, just for the art, and want to replicate that experience myself. Make things that look cool. I make very busy art, lot of motion and detail. It would fall in the lowbrow/ pop surrealism category.
https://youtube.com/shorts/6ZgUEOcVZiw?is=X_gk1kX4SSAO2I4l
https://dandelionscribes.com/publication/aliens-auras-and-the-abyss
Day 237; 334 days of photos
Go fly your rocket some place else
I super enjoy the Mayhem Allstate commercials. Sadly for me, I called the ad agency that does those and was told they didn’t accept outside ideas. 😢
Here is one of the ideas I have for a Mayhem Allstate commercial.
A group of youth have gathered in a field. They are excitedly setting up a rocket. Mayhem is the rocket.
Mayhem says, “I’m a 9th grade science project.”
Each youth says something different: “Fly to Mars.” Youth pats the rocket (Mayhems shoulder).
A different youth pouts, “Venus is prettier.”
Another youth says, “forget Mars – it’s going to Saturn.”
One other youth says, “I hope it flys to Pluto.”
Elon Musk is standing in the background. The group is totally unaware of him. He says sourly, “they are aware Pluto’s not a planet any more?”
The youth try to light the rocket as Mayhem spins a little. He says laughing, “keep trying.”
“Hold it steady.” One youth voices.
They all hold the rocket as one youth lights the fuse. As it lifts off, as they watch in awe at their creation. Mayhem winks and grins.
Neil deGreasse Tyson is now standing beside Musk. “I hope it doesn’t blow up.” Tyson & Musk just look at each other, expressionless. The camera returns to the rocket.
The rocket goes wild, Mayhem yells “abort, abort” before crashing through the roof of a barn.
The group of youth look at each other, gasp, yell in unison, “ol man Winters.” The youth run in every direction. Tyson and Musk look at each other and run away.
There is a small explosion, chickens and goats run out of the barn; highly agitated.
Mayhem walks out of the barn dusting hay off his clothes (it’s in his hair), smoke is rolling off of him, as the barn catches fire. He launches into his, ‘insurance’ speech.
As he walks off camera, he says, “boom.”
Copyright 2023 Jolene Rice – AKA Chico’s Mom; Chicosmom.com
Day 236; 334 days of photos
Insert your persons name here ———-
You are
You are the drug that courses through my veins.
You are the face that invades my dreams.
You are the light in my darkness.
You have made me happier than I have ever been.
You are the person for me.
Day 235; 334 days of photos
Coreopsis 24 d
Orion sung open the doors to Juliah chamber. There lay Anna on the bed. Her dress was open exposing all of her body. He took the rest of the smelling salt from Sarah, and then removed a throw from the back of the couch covering Anna up before breaking the other end of the salts under her nose.
She gagged, sliding off the bed. She was shivering, clinging to the blanket. As she looked around she saw Orion squatting beside of her; Juliah, Jack, King James and Floria peered through the door.
“What’s going on?” She stammered.
“What is the last thing you remember?” Orion asked.
“I head shouting in the corridor. I went out to investigate finding your wife sir, screaming at Michael. I let her in. When I turned my back to her, I felt a sharp pain in my butt.”
“That’s it?”
“Yes sir.”
Orion helped her up. “You may go.”
“Thank you sir.” Anna ran down the hall still clutching the blanket.
Floria laughed again.
Orion stood in the middle of the open doors. “Dr. Carter.”
He looked up at Orion. “Yes sir.”
“Search her.”
She started squirming and giggling. “Oh yes,” she squalled. “Touch me there.”
Jack found a syringe in the floor behind her. “Here sir.” He handed it to Orion.
Orion glared at her. He wouldn’t accept the syringe. “What is it?”
She giggled, “something.”
Orion walked away.
She screamed after him. “I want this divorce! I will have it!” She started crying. “I will! No matter what my parents say.”
Orion stopped dead in his tracks before spinning around. “What did you say?”
Floria was crying and laughing at the same time. “My parents will not sanction a divorce. They are afraid of the curse.”
Day 234; 334 days of photos
Growing up, I loved snapping pictures. I spent every spare dollar I had on film. My old pictures weren’t that great. The work of a child. But I found a few that I’m going to share. I have no idea what kind of camera I used.
With over a thousand pictures on my phone, I guess that bug never left me.
Guest poet: Britney Wolfe
Sleepyhead
It’s Rationality against insanity
inside my mind.
Mechanical roars and rhythmic thumping form sleepless nights.
My body shows battle scars
from hostility and strife.
I look down at my hands;
I’m holding the knife?
I know one thing;
I believe something else.
Your words have become the artillery shells.
I’m waiting for that explosion that I know is going to come.
I suddenly see the nuclear bomb everywhere, in everything, at once.
They tell me that’s called a trauma response.
at the very least, I feel like it fit the vibe.
Bio:
My name is Britney. I’ve always loved music and writing it. A lot of my lyrics might come off as being very negative or depressing, but it’s always been the way I process and deal with things. I feel like if I get it out and put it somewhere else, then I don’t have to hold on to those emotions. Sometimes I can’t find a tune for the content I want to write, so it just becomes a poem. I put it out there in hopes that whoever it connects with needed it just as much as me.
Britney performed her first poetry reading at The Black Cat in Oneida Tennessee, USA.
@britneywolfe9792 YouTube channel
Thanks Britney 💕
