Can't Keep Quiet

Nov 20

All beauty must die: I Am You - Challenge (yourself). →

edgeofdecember:

mister-selfdestruct:

I Am You - Challenge (yourself).

You.  

One thing consistent with all writers on this site, is ”you”.

See, “You” is important to us. We’ve loved them, hated them, fucked them, killed them, wanted to kill them, wanted them to love us, wanted them to fuck us. People from our pasts, people from our present and people we would like and hope will be a part of our future. 

We’ve built lives with them, we’ve watched them build lives from afar, they’ve affected us for better, for worse, or not at all. We’ve written about their tiny, almost invisible flaws and perfections, the way they do certain things, their mannerisms, that only us writers, can notice, analyse and document.

So, all of us have written about our own “you”. Maybe, some of us writers have several “you’s”.

The “I Am You” challenge is designed for us writers to turn the tables on ourselves. What would your “You”, if they are/were a writer, write about you?

What would they say about you? What perfections would they admire, covet and lust after? What imperfections would they notice and set aside, or become enraged by? What would they say about the things you’ve done to them? What would they say about the feelings you’ve given them?

Does your “You” love you? Do they despise you? Do they misunderstand you? Do they loathe your insecurities and the way you treated them? Are you the one that got away for them? What would a stranger write about you if they saw you in the street?

This challenge is all about honesty, there’s no prize for participating, only gaining further knowledge of yourself. If someone has hated you, I want to know why, from their perspective. If they’ve loved you, I want to know what they felt, what they loved about you the most. I want you to tell me “their” stories about you.

There’s only two conditions of this challenge.

The first is honesty. When you use the word “You” in these pieces, it has to be you that you’re writing about. I want to feel what you write while viewing yourself through another’s eyes. If it makes you smile, I want to smile, if it tears you up, I want to be torn up. I want accountability, if you’ve broken someone’s heart, I want them to tell me what you did. If someone has loved you, I want them to tell me about it. I want them to tell me what you’re like in bed, what you’re like as a person.

The second condition, it must be told in the first person. I feel first person will make us squirm more, whether the piece is positive or negative.

These tales can be poetry in any form, prose or whatever you want to call whatever it is you do. Long or short. They can be hilarious, they can be sweet, they can be dark, they can be unforgiving.

It is my hope that this tag will continue to be used after the challenge is done, much like the reveries tag. 

I will make a list of the top five of my favourite poetry and top five prose. Perhaps I’ll do a spoken word of my favourite pieces from each.

The challenge is valid until the end of month. Tag it “iamyouchallenge”

If you have any questions, please direct them here.

Good luck guys, I am really excited to see what you all come up with, there should be some amazingly beautiful and raw pieces that come from this tag. Looking forward to reading them.

Mr. Self Destruct. 

UPDATE: I know some of you are very private about your work, some of you don’t tag etc. This challenge is my own personal love affair, I really want to read what you guys come up with. So, if you feel that you would like to participate, but don’t want to tag it/want it to be private, please feel free to send me a message that you have contributed and it will be our little secret.

This is definitely something I am doing.

From the perspective of someone who’s loved me,

and hated me.

This should be FUN.

Nov 20

Kate: He knows me better than anyone else in the world. Lots of male friendships begin as a cheeky snog. Or a little undercurrent of flirtation. But Leo and I? No. He’s my rock. I don’t know what the fuck I would have done if I hadn’t had him.Leonardo: We literally grew up together. And in every major life event we’ve been there as a support mechanism for each other.

Kate: He knows me better than anyone else in the world. Lots of male friendships begin as a cheeky snog. Or a little undercurrent of flirtation. But Leo and I? No. He’s my rock. I don’t know what the fuck I would have done if I hadn’t had him.
Leonardo: We literally grew up together. And in every major life event we’ve been there as a support mechanism for each other.

Nov 16

Anonymous asked: Not only do I love your blog ( heh found it ) but I also am secretly infatuated with you. K. here we go I got this idea from a spam msg I received on Facebook lol.. I know you like me but were always way too shy to say so :3 go hit up crushmasher(dõt)com (uhh it wont let me do a regular link) then make an acct there. Search for the profile 'justmeandu33' ( obv me ) I posted body pix.. if u can figure out who I am msg me and we'll kick it. CC required for age but it is free. (annoying i know)

How about I don’t do this and you tell me who you are?

Nov 15

Nothing

There is nothing left.
No happiness, no sadness. No anger, no frustration.

Absolutely nothing. Am I still alive?

I breathe, my heart beats, my fingers type their little rhythm on these keys.
But I am not alive.

No joy, no fear, no irritation, no satisfaction.

No emotions cross my face. No stirring in my breast. I am hollow, empty. Nothing but a body to house my brain and blood. I simply exist; nothing more.

There is nothing.

Nov 11

Pretty damn proud

Soooooo I’ve been all happy and hyper today for some reason so WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! lol xD

Anyway, I’m pretty sure I was able to get some free pizza for my Linc class’s journal exhibit reception. So happy!!!

*dances the happy dance*

Also I get to go see David soon for his birthday weekend :
Fun times this weekend. I can’t wait!!!

Nov 10
Nov 09

Without Him

She cries herself to sleep,
tear stains on her pillowcase
The thoughts keep racing through her head
making her doubt
the only thing she ever believed in

Where did they go wrong?
When did things start falling apart?

Their love is strong, but it’s gone cold
Depression and misery extinguishing
the flame that kept them alive.

So now they fight against the pain
trying to make each other happy.
But it’s so damn hard

She wishes they could travel back in time
to when things were easy
when love was simple
when pain wasn’t a part of daily life.

She misses HIM
his cuddles
his kisses
his sweet words whispered in her ear

All she wants is to feels his arms wrapped around her, the warmth of his hugs. She wants his kisses, she’s addicted. To be with him is heaven.

Wiping fresh tears from her eyes, she looks over to the phone next to her. Flipping it open she sees the picture of the two of them together. A pained smile on her face she whispers, “One more day babe.” Closing her eyes she thinks only of him, the only thoughts she is capable of. Once she gets to be with him again, everything will be better. It’s always better when they’re together, and pure torture when they’re apart.

Nov 09

Abandoned

I am so alone.

When I break down, there is no shoulder for me to cry on.
When I get frustrated, there is no one here to vent to.
When I am lonely, there is no one here to hug me, tell me it’ll all be okay, and make me laugh.
When I get so mad that I just want to scream and fight, there is no one to grab me by the shoulders and shake some sense back into me.

I am alone.

Sure, I have my boyfriend. He helps me more than anybody else ever could.
But he’s an hour away. He’s not really here.
He’s a picture on a screen, words in a text message, broken speech via skype.
He can’t hold me tight and kiss me when my world is falling apart.
He can’t wipe away my tears from miles and miles away.

I am alone.

Sure, there are my parents. But do they really know me?
I hardly know myself anymore, so how can they?
And once again, there’s the inescapable fact that they’re miles away.
Powerless.

I am alone.

In my first weeks at school I thought I was making friends.
I thought everything would be okay, but it seems I was wrong.

They’ve all disappeared, too busy for me.
They have their own jokes, their own times for fun.

But where am I while they’re laughing?
I’m stuck in my room.
Reading, taking notes, writing papers.
Busy, so busy for hours on end.
I never have time to go out and enjoy life anymore.
My routine limits me to my room, my classes, and the library. With occasional ventures outside for food.

That’s all.
No parties. No hanging out in town.
No all-nighters or sleep overs or movie marathons.
Absolutely nothing.

I am so alone.

And nobody seems to care. Nobody checks up on me.
I haven’t gotten any text messages, no phone calls.
Not even from friends I left back home.
Sure I might not have sent too many messages myself, but the fact that they never even make the effort certainly doesn’t make me want to either.
I don’t even have friends anymore.

I am so alone.

Nov 08

Lost

I just don’t know what to do.

I don’t know where I’m going.

I don’t know who I am.

I don’t know anything.

I am lost.

Nov 03

Time for some story writing

So I think it’s time for me to get back into writing short stories and/or poetry, there’s only one problem ….. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT! So, if anybody would like to throw some ideas my way, it would be very much appreciated <3