[119] Wake Up – My Micro Short Film — Smoke words every day.

Hey fellow WordPress bloggers, I’ve been here for a year and found the best of people here. You guys have helped me gain self-confidence through your comments and feedback on my writing. Having this community has been the highlights of 2017. Other than a writer, I am a filmmaker and I have made this 3-minute-film […]

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Hi everyone.

 

Since WP is clunky, I just thought this would be the easiest way to redirect you:

My main blog is actually burndoubt.wordpress.com.

I usually post here only on accident.

There I mostly freak out and have panic attacks in writing.

Thanks!

Meet and Greet: 12/29/17

Dream Big, Dream Often

 

It’s the Meet and Greet weekend everyone!!  Strap on your party shoes and join the fun!  

Ok so here are the rules:

  1. Leave a link to your page or post in the comments of this post.
  2. Reblog this post.  It helps you, it helps me, it helps everyone!
  3. Edit your reblog post and add tags.
  4. Feel free to leave your link multiple times!  It is okay to update your link for more exposure every day if you want.  It is up to you!

  5. Share this post on social media.  Many of my non-blogger friends love that I put the Meet n Greet on Facebook and Twitter because they find new blogs to follow.

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#Bestof17: Panic in a Thousand Parts

Free Verse ReVolution

It’s 3 a.m., do you
know where your devils are?

Are they sleeping in the car when they should be naked in your bed, exhaling dreams, letting you touch their scars?

No, I can’t tell my ass from either elbow when fellow hellspawn propose back home has frozen over, that

lost souls we left behind have only gotten older and more fucked than they were in their heyday.

A great white North that sent me forth, because not every underworld is warm to the touch.

I could only dream of escaping, until there was nowhere to escape to.

In a life full of people with material power to change you, you’re the only one who can abstain from their chess game, in which you’re just their pawn, but the cost is catastrophic, because they even own the optics long after you’re gone.

There was absolutely no logic to rebellion at…

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I don’t know what to do. I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. I can’t do anything. Blogging is less useful today. If I could say something. I don’t know what to do.