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MackenzieTyson
I may not be a great writer but, writing is what I love. It has always been my dream to become an author, so please give me any advice.
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Poem Challenge
How much pain can a soul take, write a simple poem about the darkness of the soul in overcoming its pain.
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Mavia in Poetry & Free Verse

<<<Darkness>>>

You Asked for Simple & so Simply This:

I Am the Well

into which—

You have dropped

Your Wish—

#Darkness #Challenge

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HexGirl in LGBT

Follow Me Lyrics

I'm getting out
I'm moving on
And from now on
Address unknown
I shall be difficult to find
So follow me
Just follow me

I'll sell you dreams and new desires
I'm trading hopes
I'm open late
I am the night
I am your fate
So follow me
Just follow me

Faust was right
Have no regret
Gimme your soul
I'll give you life
And all the things you want to get
So follow me
Just follow me
I'll give you wings
I'll sell you fame
Merry-go-round
Maybe to hell
I am the key to your problem
So follow me
Just follow me
Unbelievable maybe
You'll have a new identity
For a second of vanity
I want to change your destiny ...
Unbelievable maybe...
Follow me
Follow me
I'll give you anything you want
Your wish is my command
If you agree to follow me

Cover image for post Follow Me, by HexGirl
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HexGirl in LGBT

Follow Me

Though many know her as the woman who sang the theme song for "The Love Boat", Amanda Lear's life was anything but smooth sailing.

Born Alain Maurice Louis René in 1939, she was transgender before many knew or accepted the term.

Little is known about her early life and upbringing. She would go on to study art at Saint Martin's School of Art. It is unclear when her transition began, but in the 1960s she began her career as a model. It is at this time that her close friendship with Salvador Dalí began. Ian Gibson says in his biography of Dalí that Dalí paid for Lear's transitional surgery. Transgender artists April Ashley, Romy Haag, and Bibiana Fernández have also confirmed Lear's transgender background. Her birth certificate was released, thus confirming all of their claims. Lear herself has neither confirmed nor denied it, but honestly doesn't seem concerned. She even did a song called "I'm a Mistery".

She would go on to be successful not only in modeling, but in painting, singing, and dancing. She is most known for her disco music as well as covers of famous songs (she did an Italian cover of "Rock me Amadeus" as well as covering Lou Reed's "Take a Walk on the Wild Side").

She is also fluent in five languages, English, French, German, Spanish, and Italian.

She is also rumored to have dated Mick Jagger, David Bowie, Keith Moon, and even one of the Beatles! She married Alain Philippe-Malagnac, who was bisexual. Dalí did not approve of the relationship. Though they had begun to grow apart, Lear and Dalí would still write to each other.

In 1978, Lear released her biggest hit, "Follow Me". Partially inspired by the German classic "Faust", "Follow Me" is an anthem about moving on and becoming your truest self. "Unbelievable, maybe. You'll have a new identity. For a second of vanity. I want to change your destiny".

Malagnac died in 2000 from smoke inhalation in a fire.

Lear has gone on to continue her career and is still active now. She paints and still makes the occasional TV appearance. You can find her artwork at www.amandalear.com.

If she doesn't want to come out, that's fine. That's nobody's business but her own and I respect that.

I'm not ashamed to admit I've always had a huge crush on this woman, but I also have immense respect for her. Honestly she is goals! She motivates me to better myself every day. Nothing stopped her from achieving her dreams, becoming her truest self, and living her life the way she wanted to.

Cover image for post in a moment, by wordSwork
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wordSwork in Stream of Consciousness

in a moment

in every direction i look

i see wonder

in this moment

a bee on the knob

of an onion stalk

gone to seed

another comes

sunlight on the pair glistens

in trading greetings

while maintaining work

with twitching antennae

exuding intelligence

take the line of substance

each particle of matter

invisible

each color magically

from the air assembled

the lines and form

of manifold things appear

as if spontaneous

the wonder increases

i feel for the look of a figure

one who knows

one who is responsible for all of this

’cause i feel his presence

the one who formed it

the intelligence of magnificence

moments ago

by the turn of a half a day

things appeared bleak

i was immersed in darkness

the late afternoon was near the dusk

my heart heavy

my pulse dim

my thoughts weak

i saw little

i know much of the blackness

of the coldness of space

the absolute emptiness of it

of us who cannot live in its place

on a globe of splendid life

we live

in that moment

i could only feel

the emptiness of the vastness

absence of near-felt love

yeah, it’s filled with violence

replete beyond belief

with hellishness on this globe

and yet

i was given focus

on the beauty

at this moment

and let the color fill my heart with hope

to take-in the beauty of the living

of the moving colors

and breath of life

a moment fell upon me

a mantle

to make and create personal meaning

one of love for all things

to overcome the cold of space

and fill it with appreciation

for the invisible

beyond the chaos

to this moment of calm

bringing into life in the simple way

of yielded observation

of what lies before us

or the one who made it all

who fills my cold of space

the dreaded emptiness of dark

with light and meaning

Challenge
Conversation between life and death. Poetry and prose both are welcomed but I look forward for poetry more. Don’t forget to tag me so I could read them all!
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RayofLight

Death and Life

Death

Life

***

How are you doing?

Just fine.

I'm doing great.

Did I ask?

Your eyes did.

...

Don't ignore me. We need each other.

Yep, balance.

It's not that simple.

Whatever you say.

Don't start. We could be friends.

No thanks.

We would be a great couple.

Sure.

I'm not joking.

Death is nothing more than an ending.

An ending that must come.

Nobody sees that.

I do.

Good for you.

Why are you so difficult?

Because I am supposed to be.

Well maybe you could try.

Try to what? Be better than life. Won't happen.

No, try to be a better being.

I am a great being. I serve my purpose.

But don't you want to be more.

Not really.

We could be more together.

Did I say I wanted to?

No, but...

No. I have to go work. I actually work, unlike you.

I watch over things...Bye!

...

Cover image for post Writers Block, by Chelsealuttrall
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Chelsealuttrall

Writers Block

A forgotten melody,

A lost requiem;

My heart’s communion with yours.

My worst loss

Is your magnificent gain,

You’ll forever remain my

Most poetic

mirage.

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DavidMark

Art portrays

Ephemeral thoughts

Lambasting complacency

Visualising current memes

Abandoning propriety

For anxious dreams

Who would have guessed it

And made the fiesta fit

In place of voiceless screams

And 50 percent youth unemployment

Trivialising but emphasising

The zeitgeist that fits

It’s bread for the circus

Generating laughter

Fighting with reality

And a generation lost

Squandering or punctuating art

Extinguishing dissension

Or expressing dissent

In the end all that matters

As the figures float by and depart

Are the flames on the water

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JessicaJohnson in Poetry & Free Verse

Hush

Can you see that choked scream growing?

It’s matured and almost ready

To claw its way out of my throat.

It’s rebelling and teaching my tongue

That swallowed words settle like lead in my stomach,

Like forgotten wishes on coins at the bottom of a well.

I’ve lived years in this silence,

But I’m teaching myself to speak again

Beyond suppressed emotions and strangled breaths.

You will find me climbing to rooftops

And taking up residence between shingles and metal.

You will find me gripping steel in soft hands

And hoping to absorb the strength through sweating palms.

You will find that scream still coiled and ready

To tear itself from my brimming lungs.

And when I see that glittering steel reflected behind my eyes

And hear my voice reverberate on the wind,

I want you to know that I’ve won.

I’ve escaped that strangling choke hold and found my voice again.

#poetry #freeverse #hush

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Mavia in A Writer's Path

Down this Avenue

We're talking past each other again—

How quickly we drop the -nue

—from the post

We grow old to ourselves

to one-another—

We change directions, left, right,

—hike! where we push back on life

and sand our rough edges

rougher—

Our about faces wrinkle and prune—

To express things undone

undone

undone were we? ...when?

Regret and lively appreciation

there has always been—

We are six before or after

fearing seven—

As we ate those nine inch snails

culled from the heels

of frozen Babka loaves—

drizzled w/out sound in salted olive oils

Embracing the instant for what it was

while listening hungrily—

for hints of what the future holds

—at our next intersection—

#5to7wordsFromaFriend #ChallengeInspired

Challenge
Write story or poem starting with these words. "Sometimes I think I've lived too long."
Tag me @Famewriter so I can read
Cover image for post “Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long”, by Vyxyn
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Vyxyn

“Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long”

Now I am an empty house, all alone, abandoned

out on the open prairie.

My roof sags, and leaks. My windows all broken now, where once had shiny glass.

Once my rooms were full of laughter and song

the family lived here all day long.

Once I felt the pitter patter of little feet

Running in and out to the street.

On one of my door facings you can see how

much the little ones have grown.

There was once a garden out back

and a clothesline to hang clothes to dry.

But these memories sometimes make an old

House like me shudder and cry.

Ma passed then Pa too, the kids they just didn’t know what to do.

So here I am in an empty field, with an empty life,

Sometimes I think I lived too long.

DB.