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An Epic Duet: The Beautiful, the Bad and the Psychotic – Part 5


Part 5 of the duet poem I wrote with my friend Just Patty! This is probably going to break the record of longest duet poem on WordPress lol! So brace yourself my reading friends! 😉

So here we are, Part 5 of An Epic Duet: The Beautiful, the Bad and the Psychotic. I really hope you enjoy this poem; we used different writing techniques to achieve such an authentic flow. So once you have read this one, jump over to Just Patty’s page and like a bunch of her stuff too, she is a really awesome woman and all around writer. LIKE! http://petitemagique.wordpress.com/

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The Beautiful, the Bad and the Psychotic

Part 5

Alex & Just Patty

I’ve learnt from my wrongs, no teaching me,

I could be wonderful sun-god,

I’m living on a different frequency,

I’ve come from the skies,

Insane knowledge lives deep in me,

Tear from my eyes my indecency,

Primal instincts run free within the streets,

Disrupting the cosmos,

Falling deep-deep in love,

Corrupted from the loss,

Let my hope-star fall from above,

So I can pick up the cost.

I’m an animal, just like you,

I can close my eyes and time-travel,

The minds baffled as a bouncing ball,

I climb and grapple over my nightmares shows,

Time to pick up my pride and fight alone,

We don’t need words where we’re going!

So strip yourself of your clothes and fears,

And join me in planet bowling,

Manic self-loathing and frantic words woven,

I’m jamming up traffic when I magically etch my soul’s sins.

Either on land or water,

I force my own lamb to the slaughter,

The damage won’t stop here,

This is my penance,

A few more days,

A couple more lies,

And I can have my vengeance,

Upon the world, including family and friends.

I shall teach you, right from wrong

Like a goddess on her knees

Singing in tones of harmony

I’ve come from the mountains

Natures force lies within me

Coming out with brutal honesty

Running wild through woods of serendipity

Being one with the universe

Head over heels

Writing another verse

Breaking all of the seals

That are protecting my iron heart

I am human, just like you

I can close my eyes and still see

Everything that lays behind me

I fight the past with a razor sharp blade

Time to take your hand and fight together

Bare naked written words are all we need

So let your nightmares behind and run free

The universe is ours to conquer

With words as our armor and pens as our swords

Use the rampaging thoughts within

Either air or fire

Breathing in the flames, exhale the smoke

The damage will stop here

This is my quest

A few more days

A couple of more nights

And we can have our victory

Upon the world, including our enemies

 

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True Evil Holds a Pen


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I am flirting with fire; from normality I had cold-feet. I am a kerfuffle of trouble, there’s no saving me now as I have mushroom-clouds for thought bubbles. They lacerate my world believing they killed me, I’m letting slip my dogs of war until they know me as a reformed super villain. Challenge Completed, Planet Earth; I’m spinning out-of-control, no fault of my own, I couldn’t keep hold. I’m a libertine shoulder barging my way through the captive creators; I’m writing on black paper in the dark.

No brain freeze or frisson, picking up lightening-bolts and throwing them at the pages of rapture I capture. This is merely reverie I reveal and unravel, I time-travel back and thwart all my enemies plans for me. I am no poltroon, I pollute pages personally I made it personal because I am no longer a person. The rain trickles down and washes away all my plights from my face, I change my mind and change my face and I am giving the world hell again, true evil is holding a pen. My calm levels are unstable, upon this page I have too much sycophantic horsepower, I bucking-bronco my way out from this web of life.

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In school, after Maths was English class where I jotted down my aftermath from the bullies pulley, I guess I’m pure vile and puerile, I’m not a Transformer I can transmogrify. Rambunctious to my soul’s battery core; setting my switch to self-destruction. A man can only receive so much failure in his life before superiority takes over his eyes focus. Insanity is a gift from the Gods; I wield and shield it against sanity.

This world sees what they want to see; I could have charming characteristics, suave and soigné, hats off to me, my undercurrent is currently a catastrophe. All passengers, we have a slight insurgence for turbulence and wizen, please, fasten your seatbelts and come join me within my plummet. Its drizzling green and yellow pills, I’m dancing in the pain, I jump in blood puddles and reappear in sky tunnels of bliss. This hurt in my head I play it over and over again, until a joker smirk arises on my face, I’m no longer insane, isn’t life splendiferous.

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Within my writing I cannot be a stentorian, so I must visual lies my memory video-taped life, transplant and transport all of my supercilious kisses of life, these pages are where my wishes go to find a place to die. This world should have boxed me in early, now I can create topsy-turvy from everything that profoundly promotes to hurt me. Here comes the valetudinarian again, turn away, don’t dare turn that page, it’s all of the same. I could be a beacon of silver-lining light, but the doctors beat my head in with a rock to keep me under it for eternity. I am a writer, this is what I do, keep bringing you words and I shall sit here and laugh at you.

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My Evil Pen Once Again


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My Evil Pen Once Again

Crimson hands nailed to the crucifix, a mental martyr for all mankind, now firing mortar shells at their warp minds while I’m on fire. Welcome to my mad world, invasion of the sanity snatcher.  This is a historic event, placing my beating trusted heart on a silver platter of judgement. I am not trying my hardest to get through to you for you to save your own life; I am asking we join our forces so we can destroy sanity together. I am the prime example of the worst writer to grace this planet, Oh, I can write but my words are that dark you cannot read this.

In my head all I hear is… “Life is too difficult, it’s a cynical miracle, if the pains not emotionally whimsical it’s probably physical, poetically and lyrically visual; my words are terribly killing you, sent here by the wind to preferably out-best you to my pinnacle proportions, I put the devil in his coffin, Figaro-Figaro! Mr. Barber let me go and cut open my own throat, I’m abysmal. This world is too much for me to hold so I am running for that door.”

Now is it classed as suicide or homicide if your evil persona tries to kill you?  The temperature I’m blowing is either hot or cold; within the blink of an eye I’ve turned the heat down into a flaming temper. I’m a poisonous flower; as a toddler I was a bad seed little monster. Half the time if I change my mind I have to change my life. Those broken words and these broken wings are holding hostage this world which cannot do a thing. Run for life!! Here comes my pen, again. Follow me – Follow me, you’re the only one who can deliver me towards infinity.

This world belongs at the back of my mind,

When I have flung my body back in time,

My tongues not working I guess it’s time to write,

One lost person isn’t cause for a riot,

I’m back from the dead, the baddest to death; madness vents while my friends and family burn.

You have no remote chance to control me,

I never hang my head because I channel this anger well,

No soul has a hold, a centrefold that should be censored gold but my words promote worm food.

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Simple Mindset that will Change Your Life – Guest Blog by Melisa Marzett


Everything comes from our mind, we all know that now. And in order to make our lives really outstand, we should change the way we think and the way we act. Everybody has probably read ‘The Secret’ or watched the movie. It says that you should be positive and grateful.

Yes, actually, you should, as then your life becomes brighter and fuller. But there are some more points about managing your thoughts and your life I’d like to highlight. These things are commonly known, and I’m sure you know them too. But try not only know them – make them an initial part of yourself, and they will work for you.

  • Start with being thankful for where you already are. Many simply skip this step as they focus on the desire of owing better things in the nearest future. But if you’re not satisfied with what you have, will you be satisfied with those things you want? Gladness, thankfulness and satisfaction are the state of mind, first of all. So, be thankful now for your small apartment, average paid job and non ideal partner. Love what you have- and you will have what you love.
  • Find the passion in your life, but make this choice yourself. There’s no stupider thing in life than spending 8 hours a day on the job just to make your living. Living without passion, doing not what you were meant to do devastates you and leads to numerous frustrations. So if you know what you enjoy doing – do it! If you don’t, then look for it, but make sure that you make the final choice yourself. A man with a passion in life is attractive, he lives a full life and enjoys it. Can the same be said about you?

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  • Grasp every life opportunity. Use each chance to learn a new hobby, see a new place or meet new people. If you ask what to do if your life seems boring and has no sense, I’d advise you to start with this. We don’t even realize how many doors we close for ourselves by saying no, ignoring life opportunities or when we are scared to try something new. Don’t get locked in your shell, if you have questions or problems, just talk to other people, ask them and they probably will help. Our life is an interactive, remember that.
  •  Grow by doing the things you are particularly afraid of. We all are afraid of something, it’s natural. But the key difference between ordinary and successful people is that the latter have overcome the fears that held them back on the way to success. So, when you do several things you were always afraid of, your self-esteem will increase and you’ll realize that our life obstacles are not so difficult as they seemed to be.
  • Surround yourself by purposeful, positive thinking people. It’s proven that our surroundings influence our lifestyle, hobbies, way of thinking and even financial state! So, if you want to develop some qualities you feel the lack of, then communicate with the people who have these qualities. Socialize with those who love you and believe in your success, and you’ll find it easier to cope with life obstacles.

About the author: Melisa Marzett enjoys writing blog posts on the wide variety of topics. In her spare time she does freelance work at http://top-guestposting.com/

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The Ramblings of an Unsuccessful Writer


The Ramblings of an Unsuccessful Writer

Being published is terrifying

Please read it all, it will make sense at the end – Thank you.

Writing is my religion, paper is my temple; now kneel before my God, pen! Your words are senseless, copy – copy – copy – copy. The rules of this writing game, is to take what others have done and rewrite it; what idea is your own though?

Now I am one of those writers, afraid to approach a Publishing House or a Literary Agency because I am fearful of what others will think about my work. I have thoughts pressing against my brow most days, so this blog is a lifeline to the writing world for me. I don’t consider my writing to be good, great or phenomenal, but how I see it is my words do their job, there are thousands of writers out there, with fancy educations and warped minds better than mine who deserve it more than me, so I don’t mind waiting a couple of decades.

I have read so much and in doing so have character built myself; I know who I am now. Yes, I am a little fuzzy on the details and road journey, but I am here with a pen or keyboard, whatever writing tool is available. But I know one thing, I have my own mind!! I do not see Vampires falling in love with humans and thinking, I can have a better take on this story; I MUST WRITE IT AND IT SHALL BE BETTER!! That’s a Stephanie Myers thing, she made that bigger than most orgy stories and it has gone down in history. A clever lady she is, tapping into a market and going for gold. Well done, little Miss!

See for me, I like The Minds Narrative, for example…

“Should I write now? Not too sure Alex, I mean you haven’t slept in thirty-six hours, dawg. Get some shut-eye and blast back on that page, dude. I care about you man, don’t want to see you wander off away back onto the darkland. Write it and they shall come!! You’re a good guy; show them later what’s really inside of your heart. Now get to bed, you ugly fool.”

Yes, I talk to myself in my head and it is very therapeutic to know I am on my own wave length. But I am getting off topic. Let’s get back to the writing aspect.

If you want to be taken serious, you are going to have to amaze the world. Show them something different. But it has to RELATE to people’s lives.

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Whether it is dark and emo = Twilight

Sassy and sexy = Any Jackie Collins novel

And so on and so forth. You need your niche! Find it and utilize it to the fullest extent of you.

See mine is dark humour wrapped in a cocoon of pain with a silver lining showing it face every once in a while. My niche.

But I am not saying everyone who types or write is a terrible writer; know where your writing wants to go. If you want the big writing contract (Like most of us do.) Write for it. If you just want to write for general purpose, to ease stress or bare a little piece of your soul, then show it. But know where you want to go.

PUT IN THE WORK NOW AND LIFE WILL BE LESS LIKE WORK!!!

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Some days I don’t even know what I am doing, should I be giving up this pursuit of a lit agent? I mean I have the tools and ideas, but I have the urging feeling when I think about doing it, yelling DON’T DO IT, STEP AWAY FROM THE SEND BUTTON!!!! And I don’t, I scurry back off into my corner to scribble all the while people could be taking my dreams.

I AM SUCH A HYPOCRITE!!!

I won’t even follow my own writing advice.

I am lost, lost in a world full of everyone else. But to be honest, I can write a good game, but some days I am not even playing; hence the blog a broken writer.

I’m not sure what I am doing here, I write and people tell me my work is wonderful or awful, I don’t mind but I am just think about my end game, the final trick I will magically reveal.

I’m just babbling now!

I think my blog is broken, I do wish for more views on my wordpress blog but I get I can’t have it all. I can have the skill but no eyes to read it. And if that is my niche in the writing industry for me, I guess I will have to take it.

And another thing, I am getting weird emails from people who are being really abusive; friends just say is jealousy. But these online bullies might be right; I might be a poop sack or deserves theirs pens jamming in my breathing tube. (It’s called a windpipe, my friend; if you had picked up a book you would have known that.) And some other emails are people saying I have stolen their thunder or some S*&t like that. If I have I am sorry!!!

I’m not a bad guy, only confused about this whole writing life and I would like to strive for more, but that slapped hand keeps brushing on by. I did have a dream the other night, where I did get a Literary Agent and she was so fine. Hey, maybe I could write about that???

But I would like to state that my blog has almost reached that glorious number of 100TH POST!!! WHOOP WHOOP!!!! (Man, there are a lot of exclamation marks in this blog post!)

And I couldn’t have done it without you peeps. Some of you have read my work; THANKS GUYS! And some have just clicked the like button, thanks, I think!

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So today I am going to Watch season 1 and 2 of New Girl, because this show is fantastic and I am kind of addicted to it. I know I am a guy, I have girly TV fetish, get over yourselves.

If you have read this, I usually know; because you comment about my work and all my goofy wording. So have a nice day!

Keep that pen busy or just work towards your goals in life.

Smell the roses too. It’s good to just stop from the hustle of life.

I’ve been your rambling writer.

Alexander Kennedy

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