My writing skills are tenfold better than my music skills. Well just about the only aspect of music i’m good at is writing. I’m glad I make music for fun but first of all I am a writer. I got so good at writing because I’ve been on the internet for most of my life…posting on message boards, reading the internet, and I’ve been through a lot in life experience. I’m a little too hard-headed to be a musician, well I’m not sure, I just know my musical lyrics are too straightforward. I love music, it’s my favorite thing in the world. But I am a writer first and foremost. I will edit FLUNKY tonight. As I edited THE RAVEN WHO KILLED last night. I have two great completed books I think they both can be very successful if they get published. I’m bringing beat(nik) back too with my writing style!!
Right now I have a Jefferson Airplane vinyl going (music) while editing my writing (writing). I’ve actually written 5 books but 3 of them I scratched. The 2 I kept are gonna make an impact.
I’ve been thinking that being familiar with music might help a person write poetry. Sometimes I wish I had paid more attention to some of the things I ignored when I was young.
Music helps with poetry, poetry helps with writing. They are all interconnected IMO. Poetry comes from the heart, and if you spill your heart out through poetry, you will be better versed at spilling your heart out through writing.
Here’s one of my poems
The sun sets to shine
The Moon leaves me blind
Late June and autumn combine
I have tingles down my spine.
Caressed by a holy lady
but she leaves when I start feeling achy
Metaphors for my delight
There’s only trouble in sight.
Waiting for the winter glow
It all seems so simple when you don’t know.
The ways of days in mazes
constantly contradicting with sudden crazes.
I thought this was just a phase
but my eyes stay in a constant glaze.
New age, Old Soul
I’m a little too happy though.
A little bit up and down
Replace a regular face with a sudden frown.
Dreams of a rural town
I’m a fiend for my thoughts profound
Caught in the city ways
Caught in a nonsense chase.
Tales of tails
the cat drinks the merchants ales
The man thinks of poets, but to no avail
A slave thinks of jail
because he gave everything tooth and nail
But there’s no presence or sense
of cents or presents
he’d be better off being a grateful peasant.
Sometimes I wonder why we go on
Then the dusk is replaced by dawn
So quickly
So for at least for now I don’t feel so sickly
My stomachs growling
My mommas hounding
Telling me to get out
But I didn’t choose that route
The devil did
he gives me fits
now I’m on the side of the highway with a sweater I knit
A feather quilt
Can’t measure how long I’ve been on this trip.
But I just keep going because I’m trying to get a grip
I’m hungry as hell, and hells got another membership
And it all started with that very first sip
The very first time my momma said “Hello Kid.”
it would be good for music too but I cant make mellow sounds
My book tackles an important issue in today’s society, stigma of mental illness. When John James is arrested for a psychotic episode, possession of marijuana, and being in possession of a knife, a terrible tragedy happens not long after in a neighboring town where an untreated psychopath/mentally ill person has killed three people at a picnic. The mayor denounces mental health as the perpetrator for the problem. In turn John James faces a lot of stigma. He meets up with movie star and humanitarian Jeff Garrison and a bond is formed. Garrison mentors John James along his spiritual quest. As the story goes on, a Raven emerges as an omen for Garrison’s death. Garrison begins to slip as John James improves. An important tale about personal development and stigma of mental health in society.
I sent it to my therapist today after reading her two chapters!!
in 2011 I was arrested for a psychotic episode, marijuana possession, dui, I had a knife on me I was holding onto for a friend while he was getting his apartment inspected. Then sandy hook happened 20 minutes from me. I was stigmatized so much in my area for mental illness…maybe it was paranoia??? Who knows. But it felt real to me. So I wrote a book about it. Now it becomes more relevant in the wake of trumps comments.
Sounds like it will benefit the mental health community. I’ve got a story in which a mentally ill man is violent. I might enter it in a public library contest, but then again, people on this site say they hate it when a mentally ill person is portrayed as a menace to others. Maybe I should write a different story and send that in.
that’s interesting, sounds dark but yeah I worry that would maintain the stigma rather than help the stigma. Mine was written originally to benefit me but ive edited it more and more to benefit the whole mental health community rather than just me
Ha ha it was a rap and I recorded it a couple years ago. I was listening in my old raps yesterday and they’re not that bad especially in year 2015, I think I’ve gotten worse since sz has made me decline cognitively but 2015 was my prime year and that’s when I wrote that one. Thank you
Me too. I write music. I also write short stories sometimes. I’ve published some of my music but, I’ve never published any of my short stories. I have turned in some of my poems to publishers but, to no effect. I am also a musician. But not a very good one. Although everyone who hears me play my music likes it. I’m my own worst critic definitely.
