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Conundrum

People say, change the world with your art.

But what if the art I have inside me is tainted, the same as I am?

What if all I have to offer is twisted and soaked in pain?

What if the lessons I have to learn through my art is laced with bloody barbed wire, twirling through the small glimmers of such agonizing beauty that it drips into porcelain until even the sun cannot bear to gaze upon it?

 

I don’t have time to sabotage anything else

But that isn’t true, is it?

 

I don’t have the heart to camouflage anymore pain.

But I’ll do it

Won’t I?

 

I don’t have any way

To speak

Conundrum

 

Dark in

Light out

 

How do I deal truthfully

When all you see is the light?

 

What happens when you

Find something else?

 

Still me

Always me

 

Waiting for someone who sees

Who understands

 

But I won’t tell you that

 

Ah, that is the conundrum, is it not? The ache, the need to scream, to let it all out. To be free, fully come alive. To deny parts of me, well.

That’s not going to bring life to anything, now is it?

 

By Daphne Shadows

 

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Disjointed

It just is, here, now

No time to sabotage this

Not true, whispers soul

 

Reflections, they change

The hush of silence tells all

Too little, too late

 

Sometimes the fall comes

No fist can keep the blood here

No heart beats that fast

 

Don’t know if you care

I don’t know if this hurts you

But I need to breathe

 

 

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Enigma

Maybe you’re supposed to feel numb at some point
And as the dust settles
The true form shows
Nothing is what you had thought it to be

by Daphne Shadows

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Why We Need Marilyn Monroe Quotes

I like quotes. Okay kiddies, that’s a lie.

I LOVE QUOTES.

Why? Because someone else was thinking, feeling, and/or experiencing something I think, feel, or have experienced. And they were capable of putting it into words.

Articulating my emotions?

Not always my strong suit. Don’t worry though, I’ll survive.

Plus, quotes make sense and sometimes I don’t even know what’s going on in my own mind. They can give me a perspective I’ve never thought of. Or, you know, they can just be cool. Motivational. Poignant. Point is, I think they’re needed.

 

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Haters are going to hate, yes. But sheesh, can you stop hating on random quotes just because of who wrote/said them please? Recently, I read a post on someone bashing a few quotes by Marilyn Monroe. For Pete’s sake, why?

I think all the hating has more to do with her and less to do with her words and their meaning.

Not the point of a quote, people.

I don’t know about you, but I never knew Marilyn Monroe. I didn’t go grab coffee with her, we didn’t do our makeup together or do whatever it was that she did. What I do know, is regardless of how she meant it or whether or not her actions backed it up, she had three things to say which I like.

 

“I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil.” – Marilyn Monroe

 

Simply put but it carries some weight. So why do people hate on what she said? I love tons of quotes even though I know absolutely nothing about their authors.

I don’t look up anything about who wrote the quote on purpose. I don’t want to ruin it for myself. Art is pure. People are not.

That’s why we need art.

You know how they say that life is what we make it and reality is dependent on each person’s perceptions?

Yeah. That.

What your words say to me might not be what your words say to my uncle Bob down south. Words carry different meanings for different people. Personally, I’m not going to mess around with what the person meant if all I’m going to do is use a quote by them, which will in no way come back to haunt me.

Don’t worry, I’m not dumb enough to quote some guy spouting his murder spree in meter and use it metaphorically for something in my life.

I’m just saying, stop caring so much about the person and start caring about their art. If they’re annoying or contradictory, etc, that doesn’t mean their words don’t have a good meaning. People are creatures of habit. They’ll figure out they’re doing something wrong, they’ll know they should change and they’ll comment on it all the time. But, do they do anything about it? Nope. Doesn’t mean their words can’t help someone else, doesn’t mean their words aren’t any less true.

 

I like music, but I don’t let the musician, artist, singer, whatever, mess with my enjoyment of the art they created. I don’t listen to music for the artist. I listen to music … for the music. *gasp*

Yes, with music, I’m more likely to enjoy it if there is real emotion infusing it, but like I said, they may feel that emotion then and never again feel it or they may never act on it. Just like you might say something but never act on it.

Not everyone practices what they preach.

 

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“I’ve never fooled anyone. I’ve let people fool themselves. They didn’t bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a character for me. I wouldn’t argue with them. They were obviously loving somebody I wasn’t.” – Marilyn Monroe

 

Think about a parent. Knocked up at age sixteen and preaching abstinence to their children. Hypocritical as all get out, but they’re trying to teach you something worthwhile so you don’t have to learn, and live to regret it, yourself.

If I tell you not to get yourself killed. And then go out and get myself killed. Are my words any less important?

Um, not unless you want to get yourself killed.

 

All I’m saying is, stop being so judgey. So this person or that person said and did two opposing things. Doesn’t mean their advice isn’t worth hearing.

Don’t drag someone and their life through the mud and then connect it to something they said. What if that quote you just stomped on motivated someone to quit an addiction that was close to claiming their life? What if, instead of just stomping on that quote and the person who said it, you’re stomping the hope out of someone?

People need words. We need hope.

Taking that away is cruel and childish.

If you have a problem with an actor, singer, model, etc. don’t take it out on the good advice, the art they left behind.

 

I love art. Its raw emotion captured.  People drive me insane when they search as hard as possible for some way to discredit or cheapen things that have meaning. I’m enjoying the art. Not the person.

Is there something so bad about that?

 

“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.” – Marilyn Monroe

 

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Why I Write

As a writer, I know there is one question that will be asked of me time and time again: why do I write? I always found this question a little strange. It made me wonder why everyone wasn’t being questioned about why they do whatever it is that they do. But regardless, I finally have an answer. It popped into my head one day as I was mulling how I’d awoken over in my head.

 

March 6th, 2013 I woke up thinking the opening lines to the next draft of my current work in progress. I’d had it planned and plotted for a month and a half but hadn’t had the means to start writing yet. It was driving me insane. I got on Twitter March 5th (when I got a chance to go on the computer) and read tons of tweets. It was toxic; poisoned me. I then realized how badly I wanted to start writing. How not being able to write was driving me insane.

So it just happened that I woke up the next morning thinking about the beginning lines of said WIP. I figured in a couple hours to write. And I did. And it was awesome!

Why do I write? I believe I have three answers for this, each just as relevant and true as the other.

 

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Are You A Picky Person?

I am. Extremely so. With almost everything, I’ve noticed.

 

I’ve been analyzing myself and my life lately. Taken to trying to figure out why I feel the way I do about certain things, situations, people, etc. Why I react to certain things the way I do. Why I am reserved concerning others and why . Especially if it in some way upsets me or others. If the way I am reacting is upsetting me or I just don’t know why in general, I don’t think it’s a good thing. And I want to know why. If there’s one thing I should know, its myself.

But in my random thinking’s and pondering upon something I’ve noticed while trying to figure myself out, I came upon the realization that I am much more picky than I had originally thought myself to be. About everything – and I mean everything!

 

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necRomance Me

All my secrets
Covered in lies
Half truths you know
The Departed rise

Hunted now – make their lies true
Never enough for any of you

Truth rages
Whispers haunt
Inside it screams
Thoughts taunt

Bleed bruises gone ‘til I can’t stand the sane
I’ll bleed them dry to destroy my pain

Shadows of sun
And crimson spires
More will come
Deleterious desires

Disregard their wailing, desperate screams
As their nails scrape and scratch the seams

If you’ll listen
The daemon know
Ignore their accusations
Don’t make me go

Here in the darkness they know me well
Quiet now; let the contusion swell

My lips deceive
The Wronged stalk
Stay tonight
Outline you in chalk

Close your eyes and pretend you don’t want this
It won’t’ burn for long; only my promise

Never mind the corpses
Kiss away my pain
Hold me tight
So the blood can drain

Whispers it for your soul in design
Whatever you do, they scream, don’t sign!

Porcelain skin
Eyes keep forever
Putrid and still
Don’t want their never

But when the Gray lashes and cuts you quite deep
With needle and thread I’ll make sure you keep

Stitch me together
A monster they say
Watch me breathe in
Their pain is my play

Feel nothing they betray; ignore the agony
Freely breathe; give yourself over to me
Sink your teeth into my skin
Let the inevitable begin

by Daphne Shadows

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