I Liked You Better With Eyebrows

I liked you better when you had eyebrows
Seriously. . .
I didn’t mind those twin caterpillars
riding upon your brow
I remember loving how they’d come together
with every lame joke I told
Or how they’d leap up when you were startled
flying to hide in your hair.

Poor things, you shaved them off
Started drawing your own
drawn to a different kind of crowd
You paint your face to look like someone else
I hardly recognize you now
Can’t ask how you’ve been doing
’cause it’s always the same.
“I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m okay.”

In the same room but you’re light years away
Your band doesn’t laugh, won’t crack a smile
I’m a revolving door you push right through
if I were a wall, you’d tear me down
Bland face, cold, without your bushy friends
Your soul was seated upon your brow
and it turned into butterflies
and flew away.

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A quick poem before I dive back into NaNoWriMo. Just ~5,000 words to go and two days to do it in.

Thank you for reading!

SoundCloud: S. M. Saves
Twitter: @sm_saves

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Over Halfway Full

On day 22, I was 3/5 of the way through when it suddenly felt like I had run out of words. I was exhausted. Work had been mentally taxing this week, leaving me with little energy to get through the list of creative endeavors I wanted to undertake — writing for NaNoWriMo and RKic and recording for ReadMeSpeakMe.

My plan to catch up on Friday evening was thwarted by one of my cats taking my lap hostage. As I awkwardly balanced my laptop on my knees, I stared at the open word document and found myself with no desire to add to it.

This NaNoWriMo season has been an awkward one. The novels I usually write during November are ideas that had been stewing in my brain for a year or more. In September through October, I wrote a story using the daily VSS365 prompts on Twitter. It had its fingers in two separate stories — The Bone Fairy and Moonrise Water — both inspired from writing prompts.

All was going well until about the 15,000 word mark when I realized that the story didn’t have enough substance to be anything more than a long read. I deviated and wrote a short story, added more pieces to older novel projects, and started a new long story.

But on Friday night I was ready to give up near the 30,000 word mark because I really didn’t care anymore. I stared at my screen for 3 hours before shutting it down and napping on the couch with the cat who competes with NaNoWriMo for my attention every November.

The next day, everything was fine. The world didn’t end. I sat down again in the afternoon and started typing away, forcing my cat to take a seat next to me instead of my lap and hacked away at a 4,000 word chunk. I have about another 4,500 to go before I can be officially caught up.

Now that I’m so close to the end, I’ll finish up what I’ve been writing and write whatever until I hit the 50,000 word mark. It won’t be a novel but three first drafts of two long stories and one short. That’s an accomplishment within itself.

And short stories are easier to edit than novels.

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Meowa-ha-ha-ha! Move over inner critic! The cat is here!

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Thank you for reading. If you’re curious about my other works, please check out my SoundCloud (for ReadMeSpeakMe recordings) and Twitter pages.

SoundCloud: S. M. Saves
Twitter: @sm_saves

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Witch’s Stew

Brewing in a bone cauldron
An eye socket of a giant being
Slain by the Witch Queen
At the bottom there are stones
and on top of them bones
Simmering for five hours
In go the root vegetables,
the fingers, the toes, and somebody’s nose
It’s a witch’s stew for young and old
But preferably for young
The meats much more tender that way.

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I’m Hail-Marying this one in. Snow and Halloween and #ReadMeSpeakMe have taken much of my time this week. OctPoWriMo got pushed to the back burner. And NaNoWriMo starts tomorrow! Gasp!

Thank you to everyone who came and visited me during OctPoWriMo; liked, and commented on my pieces. I appreciate you taking the time to do so.

As always, thank you for reading!

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Mystery Ache

My knee’s doing that thing again.
“Time to feel old!” it says.
Damn it! I don’t wanna!
Limping towards the bed, going easy,
but it’s ouch, ouch, ouch to get there.
Resting it straight in a fuming mood
Then I’m up and it’s better
’til it reminds me again.

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My right knee is a jerk sometimes.

Thank you for reading!

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Soft Purring

Soft purring fur children asleep in my lap
Eyes half closed, snuggling close
The wind howls outside,
the snows gonna blow
The heater struggles to keep up
with the temperature drop
Tucked in together
we stay warm and cozy.

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This is me at this moment, weighed down by my fur babies. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Two more days! Two more poem!

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