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Discussion in 'General Forum' started by WordsfromaSong, Apr 7, 2016.

  1. Raku

    Regular

    What is NaNo anyway? I tried Googling, but I couldn't find anything.
     
  2. lish

    Perpetually Cold Prestigious

    www.nanowrimo.com

    It's national novel writing month. Write 50k words in the month of November (and April and July for Camp NaNo). It's a party.
     
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  3. aspeedomodel

    Cautiously pessimistic Prestigious

    Something I wrote last year when my son was born:



    “Thankful (Colin)”

    This star doesn’t shoot anymore, it hangs above our sky and refuses to listen
    I’ve had no sleep, but I don’t blame you for wanting better
    The passing cars offer a little light,
    but they're gone before you can make out the shape
    We sit still and recite prayers or talk about the weather
    I could have been so much better


    I’ll strip the paint from my insides and expose the bare board and bones
    I’ve had no sleep, but I don’t blame you and I never will
    I want you to remember these moments, but I know they’re only for me
    You’ll never know how you gave my arms their fill
    and they became for you
    I could break them chasing these kite dreams
    Or fill them with gold and precious hues
    But I’d rather wrap them over your body


    We’re thin shadows, cast across porchlight scenes
    If you carry my name, then you can never really lose me
    We’re thin shadows, pinned to the ceiling of your room
    I hear you breathe and know I don’t deserve you
    But I’ll stay thankful
    I’ll stay thankful
    I’ll never be this thankful ever again
    I’ll never let myself get over you

    This sun doesn’t set the way it used to and now i can barely settle in
    I’ve had no sleep, still feel overwhelmed and glowing
    These sidewalks are going to call your name and carry your footprints
    We’re so overwhelmed and I think it’s showing

    These moments are for you
    I could chase the bursts of light that barely hold
    or fill my lungs with every sad excuse
    But I’ll muster strength and put your name on my soul

    We’re thin shadows, cast across porchlights scenes
    If you carry my name, then you can never really lose me
    We’re thin shadows, pinned to the ceiling of your room
    I hold my breath and know I don’t deserve you
    But I’ll stay thankful
    I’ll stay thankful
    I’ll never be this thankful ever again
    I’ll never let myself get over you


    I could go anywhere
    I could be anyone
    I could take anything
    But my legs don’t move, my heart can’t stray
    From the Leavitt street flat, where you sleep
    I can’t imagine how anything will ever be the same
    I’m sore, bruised and numb
    Some nights these halls reflect our light
    I can’t swallow the air, I can barely believe my eyes
    But it’s real and carrying me over these waves
    So I’ll sit tight and drift between these days
    I’ll slow down, wait for the warning shot from cover
    You never stir, but I guess you get that from your mother
    And I love her for that

    We’re thin shadows, cast across porchlights scenes
    If you carry my name, then you can never really lose me
    No, you’ll never lose me
    I’ll be singing you to sleep
    We’re thin shadows, pinned to the ceiling of your room
    I hear you breathe and know I don’t deserve you
    But I’ll stay thankful
    I’ll stay thankful
    I’ll never be this thankful ever again
    I’ll never let myself get over you
     
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  4. aspeedomodel

    Cautiously pessimistic Prestigious

    “You Look Like Halloween”


    You don’t smile anymore
    I think I wiped it it clean from your chin months ago
    Makes you want to bundle up on a couch alone
    Listen to the birds head south for winter
    Wishing they’d take you along for the ride
    You don’t smile anymore
    And I wish I wouldn’t keep my tongue so tied

    I used to recognize the way the sun dipped into the horizon
    Like it was crashing into our world, burning our insides
    I used dream of blue skies so clear we could write a future across their canvas
    And kick our shoes off into the air, God bless those innocent eyes
    I think they turned wrinkled and worn semesters ago
    I’m a chalk board showing last month’s scars and chores
    Chipping away at my soul, it’s exhausting
    I don’t know if I can claim to be young anymore
    I don’t know if I can claim to be young anymore

    And if I’m not am I worth anything?

    You sit thinking of how the future looms out our window pane
    How it taps the sill like the rattling of rain drops, keeping you awake
    I still pace for sanity, for clarity
    Take a stroll around the kitchen floor
    But you don’t smile anymore
    I think I wiped it it clean from your chin months ago
    Makes you want to bundle up on a couch alone
    Listen to the traffic of souls heading home
    Wishing they’d be your home and you’d be theirs
    You don’t smile anymore
    And I wish I wasn’t so Goddamn frayed

    You look like an October out in the rain
    You look like Halloween, a mask and a tired phrase
    I am the changing winds, that sweep through
    And pull you from the hem, pull your loose threads
    I wish I could hold you together
    But I’m barely here myself
    So I’ll trail along and wait for the calming leaves
    To fall over us like confetti
    To fall over us like we were kids with big dreams
    I want to be free, but I think I’ll take happy
     
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  5. journeyproud

    Newbie Supporter

    Incredible Mountains -

    There's a piece of me
    That doesn't speak to the beacon
    That is gravity.

    A break in the atmosphere
    Some sort of curvy recognition
    To make sense of the fact
    That nothing in this world makes sense

    I am my fathers son;
    If the gods are fair then I am fucked
    Bleak recollection of memories I shared
    Where I was convenient for someone else
    A head can't live on a shelf

    And it's a far cry to say
    I don't try to be kindhearted
    Kept at a steady driven pace
    Will I ever stop falling off any dim lit path?
    It started as an escape,
    Now I'm left in a hazy tunnel vision
    Questioning every goddamn decision I make
    There's only one thing, there's only one thing
    In this world that I truly hate -

    An inability to escape from
    Feeling like I can't amount
    To these incredible mountains
    Always standing in front of me.
     
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  6. journeyproud

    Newbie Supporter

    Inkless Pen / Empty Canvas -

    Cursed,
    To a life of dissonance
    As your red lipstick is placed
    Neatly back inside your purse
    A gift, a gift from the gods who center
    On thought left behind
    From those that have since left this side
    Of the grass we sit upon, a bed made
    To keep us clean, but we lie in dirty sheets

    Back to the drawing board with everything,
    Empty sky lines gasping for a fill again
    Repeating a cycle that begs for happiness
    And a sense of something more
    Current affairs are dragged into an idea
    But it was only an imagination
    Gold stretched across a perfect plain
    Idealism obstructing view of reality
    Because nothing will ever be as it was,
    Or as it should be. That should be okay
    Oh, it was never enough for a heart blessed
    With a curse of romanticizing every little regret

    Until it's found all over again,
    There will be nothing greater than
    The memory of the sun
    And the heaviness of the sea
    Waves diluting and crashing into
    The person he is and the person seen
    Drinking poison only to cough up
    Useless words that were never meant
    Such as the thought of being lonely
    When far from being alone
    Oh, they should've known

    It weighs heavy on the heart,
    A reaction of sorts
    To the world outside
    There's a pause, then there's a start
    Carried by hands of graceful friends
    And the light from your car window
    With all these pistons pounding
    Inside a better head, inside better men
    There's nothing left, but to hope
    To wait away the emptiness
    That was given to a young boy
    With no way to contain the flame,
    Marching along the best he can
    As if he's a person with a plan
    And a way out of this imaginary cage

    In resting days, there's only pacing
    When it's time to show his face, he hides away
    Attempts at capturing an essence of
    Something real, something vain
    Anything to bide the necessity of growing up
    And seeing more than a way to fixate
    On an idea, that will never be enough
     
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  7. journeyproud Oct 18, 2016
    (Last edited: Oct 20, 2016)
    journeyproud

    Newbie Supporter

    The Year Everything Had to Stay the Same -

    I don't feel like talking,
    And I've already said too much
    I hope you feel it when we touch
    The lack of color connected to
    Veins invisible through blurry eyes
    I don't know if it ever did,
    But this just doesn't feel right

    As I feel my ocean escaping yours,
    I see you've found the answers
    That I can't seem to lead myself to
    It's a crushing, lonely defeat
    A shifting war that can't be won
    Settled on beat up thoughts
    Carrying me to an early grave,
    Some days I'd rather not be saved from

    My fight to give up and give way
    Into a bigger picture where the details
    Finally make sense, just keep me safe.
    My words often provoke thought
    Into hearts that can't handle it
    Would I be happier if I said something else?
    Would I be better if I were someone else?
    Talking so much of my head and that shelf,
    I wonder if it was made to be -
    Me and only me
    Inside a space that was meant to grow,
    But the heart inside just can't find a way

    As I depict such a grandeur onto your chest
    There's gotta be a timetable for going on like this
    Ticking clocks, syncing toward the sounds
    Of how much time I have left
    And I don't know how I got this far,
    But I'm sinking and miserable again
    Last year was a reflection of the past
    And a moment to finally start,
    Instead I took every inch and shredded it apart
    Only to continue this wishful thinking that,
    No matter what, I'll get through the hard parts

    A gamble on love,
    A shamble from above the clouds;
    Rain sends a message, but we hide indoors
    Standing next to an island with no chairs,
    Always remember that I cared.
     
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  8. theagentcoma

    yeah good okay Prestigious

    How do you guys prep for NaNoWriMo? Do you just vomit words onto the screen or actually have some sort of outline? I kinda want to do it this year but I'm wondering how extensively you plan your story beforehand.
     
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  9. OotyPa

    fall away

    ive never done it before but im just gonna plan on trying to write at least 1-2 pages a night
     
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  10. Never did NaNoWriMo, and I might try it this year, but here are some cool Medium articles I found on the subject. If you do it, best of luck!
     
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  11. WordsfromaSong

    Trusted

    planning is for the weak.
     
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  12. Last year I only got 8,000 words in because I lost sight of where the plot was headed.

    This year, I've decided to write based on a story idea I had yeeeaaaaars ago but never did anything with. As I've allowed the idea to sit in my thoughts for the past few days, deeper plot ideas and character arcs have started popping into my heads. So I've been jotting those ideas down as they come to use as a general guideline when Nov 1 hits. No actually writing has been done yet, and everything could change, but at least I have a general idea of who my main characters are and where they're all headed in the "big picture."
     
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  14. lish

    Perpetually Cold Prestigious

    I had this nice plan to spend the month plotting.

    I did fucking nothing.

    I'm off work for the next two days - that's what all of my time is going to after tonight, for sure.

    I'm going to get rekt. I'm sure of it.
     
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  15. lish

    Perpetually Cold Prestigious

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  16. DM me if you want to brainstorm! I'm not feeling too confident either but we can try to cheer each other on!
     
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  17. lish

    Perpetually Cold Prestigious

    Pre-NaNo nerves are starting. I have no idea what I'm going to do. Jgsitzitjtzktzif urxkfxuryzkfzyex
     
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  18. WordsfromaSong

    Trusted

    Who's starting NaNo tomorrow? Almost no chance I get it done but I'm attempting to try.
     
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  19. theagentcoma

    yeah good okay Prestigious

    Shoot, I have an idea or two. Thinking of jotting a quick outline out on index cards and running with it but I've done nothing to prepare other than talk out loud about my ideas whenever I drive around.
     
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  20. TedSchmosby

    Trusted

    That's still something!
     
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  21. I started at midnight last night! Haha
     
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  22. That's about what I'm starting with too. No worries!
     
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  23. Hey, no worries! Just let those jitters get your fingers moving over a keyboard! Haha
     
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  24. CarpetElf

    douglas Prestigious

    Man, am I doing this? I don't know haha
     
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  25. lish

    Perpetually Cold Prestigious

    Just woke up. I guess I'll be bumbling my way through... something? Blah.
     
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