Jul 14

Paper

This is another song that I wrote, all me on the (slightly cringe-worthy) vocals this time... hope everyone likes it!

LYRICS:
Paper eyes
Teary eyed skies
Blank and white
Hardly makes you care to try
Paper hands
Pale and rough as sand
Bleak and dry
Hardly makes you want to understand
Why

Paper guns with paper fun
Paper blood from her paper sons
Paper hearts with paper smarts
Paper easily tears apart

Paper guards guarding
Paper boarders
They weren't always paper
But now they've grown older
Paper people standing in a row
Hoping they stay safe
And that the wind never blows
Them away

Paper eyes
Teary eyed skies
Blank and white
Hardly makes you care to try
Paper hands
Pale and rough as sand
Bleak and dry
Hardly makes you want to understand
Why

Paper days with paper ways
Jul 04

Bloody Freedom


Dear America,
What would have happened if we never stole this land?
Never polluted it with our cold superiority,
our ships swarming with sickly death,
our flashing bullets thirsting for blood.

If the people native to this land,
who tended it as a arboreous, continental garden,
were allowed to remain, 
in entirety?

Rather than as the scattered splinters
of the last tree standing
in a sacred forest,
burned to the ground
by the unquenchable flames of greed.
 

Dear Europe,
how do you feel that your reckless descendants
have polluted The New World
worse than the old?

That they have crushed it beneath 
hundreds, thousands, 6.5 million pairs
of heeled boots and polished dress shoes,
stilettos and Nikes,

Toppling the refuge of ancient forests,
Soiling the clear waters with the mud caking their soles,
May 25

This is a warning

https://drive.google.com/open?id=11xjMXQgoYWscTsWSrrgWzHeX__1i-fGV


 
April 26, 2015
Richard tom was struck by a drunk
driver while Riding his bike 
in Hinesburg, Vermont.
 
He was less than a mile
away from his house.

I guess home really is where
there heart is,
 
Since the last beating
of his heart near his front doorstep!
That was almost 3 years 
ago today.
 
In Vermont, 2017 sixty-nine people
died from car accidents alone.

Eileen O’Brien, 59.

 
Michael Petralia, 22.


Kelly Boe, 55.

 
Emma Press, 24.
The lives of those lost aren't worth
May 21
Jeewan Pradhan's picture

A story

May 20

Quadratic Formula Poem

Quadratic Formula Poem

X marks the spot,
Where,
If you pessimistically encounter a bee,
You should contribute something to it’s existence,
Or, perhaps,
Take the same something.

I’ve heard,
You know,
That bees,
On their birthdaays,
Appreciate a gift that is square in shape,
But rooted in thoughtfulness.

Yes,
A gift containing bubbles or bobbles or babbles or blubber,
Nibbles or cobbles or pebbles or rubber,
From which you have removed a quadruplet of aces.
This,
My dear friends,
Is how to cover your bases.

Go,
Enter every best-birthday-gift-for-a-bee competition.
I promise,
You’ll be boasting first places.


Author's note: the spelling of "birthdaay" is intentional
#Nature9
#NatureNine
May 01

New Song I Wrote!

This is another song that I wrote, but with My Perpetual Wednesday helping with the background vocals. It's about as different from the last one as you can get, by the way. I still don't have a name for it, so suggestions would be cool.    
Apr 08

Emancipation Proclamation 2.0

Apr 04

Help Me Blue

This is just a song that my brother and I wrote while my sister was at her singing lesson... it's kind of weird in an interesting and dark way, since we had just listened to Pink Floyd beforehand... It does have a curse word in it, but it's not that bad and it's very quiet and behind a lot of sound affects. I just wanted to share the song. 
 
Audio download:
HELP ME BLUE.mp3
Mar 14

Hey, Government

Mar 09
Fiona Ella's picture

nice little song

this is something i made more than a month ago at this point and it just kind of slipped my mind to post it. i think it sounds pretty nice, it's one of the only things i planned out before i hit the actual software, which is probably why it's almost entirely piano. i'm still touching it up and might post a revised version at some point, but here you go: 

i was thinking of the lie tree by frances hardinge when i composed it, but upon reviewing it i realized that this was absolutely nonindicative of the book. so if you're like me and you fit music to things, fit it to whatever you want. enjoy?
 
Jan 05
Fiona Ella's picture

it's been ages

more music! for a while i couldn't finish any of the songs i started for some reason, so obviously i didn't post them. here's 2. 

the first one isn't all that remarkable but it came out sounding almost exactly how i wanted it to, which is really rare with my music. 
Dec 17

Everyone's Six-Word Stories: COW 2017

Here are all of the Six-Word Stories written collectively by the writers who attended YWP's Celebration of Writing (COW) on November 11th, 2017 at Vermont College of Fine Arts in Burlington.

As I said with the exquisite corpse stories, these make great prompts, so feel free write off of them!

Again, I am including photos with several of the stories. I created another interactive story explorer contraption. Click on those words or find it here: https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1W0rb7EmGgK3eJGMinGLHSx8p2Hded4zFp7J41urf5pU/edit?usp=sharing

Enjoy,
Janet

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I truly know nothing at all.
 
Showing [Snowing?] outside and in my soul.
 
Dec 13

Telephone

Dec 09

The Girl


**All Lyrics By City and Colour**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mS8xDo-qM8w

I wish I could do better by you
'Cause that's what you deserve

You sacrifice so much of your life
In order for this to work

While I'm off chasing my own dreams
Sailing around the world
Please, know that I'm yours to keep
My beautiful girl

When you cry a piece of my heart dies
Knowing that I may have been the cause

If you were to leave, fulfill someone else's dreams
I think I might totally be lost

You don't ask for no diamond rings
No delicate string of pearls

That's why I wrote this song to sing
My beautiful girl

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Audio download:
The Girl YWP.m4a
Dec 09

I Will Follow You Into The Dark


**All Lyrics By Death Cab For Cutie**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDHY1D0tKRA

Love of mine, someday you will die
But I'll be close behind and I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark

If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied
And illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me,
Son, fear is the heart of love, so I never went back

If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied
And illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
Audio download:
Into The Dark YWP.m4a
Nov 25

My heart beats so

My heart beats so forcefully
When I write of the poem I wrote
And when the caterpillar takes bites
Out of the juicy leaf.

Do you love me?
And, can God be a sort-of-real thing only when we want?
Or, can bubbles last forever?
Neverpopping --- the way I wish friendship could be.

My memories of you disappear.
Washed down the drain.
The table in front of us melts.
Leaving sadness and sorrow to be best friends.






#COW2017
Form: three four-line stanzas. The first stanza begins with "If," the second with "Then," and the third with "Therefore." (I have taken out the if, then, therefore.) A prompt given by Karin Gottshall at COW2017.
Nov 21

Silvi (MadCap: Character Bowl)

Silvi, 32, a card shark. Always looking for the hustle.

Tonight, she can be found in the small club downtown, wearing blue stilettoes and an ivory evening dress, a patterned shawl draped over her shoulders and Foofoo sitting on the booth seat next to her.

Her little dog, the kind that fits in a purse, the kind that some people call a "purse rat," his name was Foofoo. Yes. Cringe. But, really, we should feel sorry for Foofoo.

He never understood what this "hustle" was that Silvi was always looking for. She carried him around in her blinged-out, overpriced, leopard print hand bag and ruffled up his little head saying "Foofoo, there's the hustle. I see it. We're almost there..... Mama's gonna her her hustle."
Nov 15

Dishes With Scarlett

Oct 30

Six out of Ten (Dodie Clark)