My Writing Stuff

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1234 views so here's two things written TODAY! Not as intense as Putin one. I'm more confident about these. Still... Not going to change my planned set Thursday for them though! (Psychological truck voodoo.stuff subconscious)
The first I wanted to describe a character not through physical appearance. But instead from their clothing. Tell more about their history through their clothes history. This was another 15 minute challenge I set myself that eventually turned into dinner ready.
The second one is shorter, last thing done. Will post full script of what I read Friday morning hopefully.
No footage of pictures unless I come across them.
It's Tuesday! We're still closer to the weekend!


1.
The Red Jumper More Afraid Of You

Red jumper belt over golden slacks
By wall yellowing cards and posters
Hanging off at corners of past
Immovable brown square of comfort
Shadowed but clearly occupant

Listening to swaying red jumper's rant
Red jumper washed dried too often
Bubbles small and darkening when comforting
The golden slacks are new and tubes
It appears if not understanding leg
Now deduce exactly where are stains
Given the dirt and oxygen particles

Red jumper in wear casual
Taken off when nothing there for arousal
Watch it sway too often
And forget to name the colours
That describe sitting on the rectangular shape
Only know it's there but cannot read exact thoughts

Red and bought five birthday's endured
Whoever took disgust stopped calling round
If only special guest star
Every day but different
Guest sitting on the square
The line of audience or hostages
So hard to declare exact shape
Guess work the listener possibly
The one who couldn't escape?

Red sentiment jumper tugged and pulled
With arms while top burns
Unable to make words
And there on the brown square
Listening and expecting to ask
"Problem where?"

Slacks move as gold tubes
When comfortable square abandoned
Each glass left with dregs
Few smoke in the air
Up close and observe sweat
On the walls in condensation
It appears day insisted was done
Now left with traces of sunlight
Which illumination terminated fastest
In room now left in silence
So we crawl on the floor
To sleep on the square couch

Light! Red jumper undressed! Shotgun!

Caught and bodies disposed of
Red jumper put in for washing
Another day indeterminate shape
Will sit on the brown couch
And the red jumper will likely be there

Holding the page up to sky for more light
Cannot hold it on
Became dependent on a clock
And it's timer relentless and cruel
The cycle of survive depends
On cunning, nerve and nourishment

The red jumper last thing a divorcee
Noticed about them during their leave
Completed tumble drying ritual
And grateful for another day
Sat on the brown square waiting
First come get the works straight away
If could understand language would they be commenting:

"Why are you unable to break up your red clothing?".


2.


Me And My Orchestral Fanfare

That again
That orchestra fanfare
Just when happy with a good idea
So it played quieter than breathing
To accompany stepping into room

Maybe associate with victory
May not know exact time
Began to hear it's thought of sound
It opens to if state depressed
Would it harshen the notes into just screams

Not of justice quality that actual noise
Wider opening the markings on the piece by piece
Joining and no comment
When fearful consulting history
To bring to negotiations weapon in hand

First challenge before to bare throats
Question of intention taken apart each line
If delusion said "You're a Cop Show"
Would grizzled bed and outlook
To both west until seemed bent

Would there be much ties onto radios
Maybe it was a good person
That had enough imagination
Which revealed their own useless
And so just for compensation

Every time walked into room
And the blood stream feels in touch
The notes invisible to soundtrack
Ringing out inside when alone silent
There was a memory

When heard this melody
Confusion of determine which
Sounds of tools or voices
How long did it stand back
Allowing every nightmare happened

But when top of universe
As if for celebration
Fanfare tracks Commander onto bridge
Just stepping from carpet
Up to desk

Statements read:
"Was discovered body emaciated
Drawings and word scrawling
Analyst will discard if not important
Another claiming Music can be imagined!
But appears to have withered
Before we could have captured it.".

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Got published in Worktown Words!
Have a look and please leave a like at the bottom of the pages link.
I think it's my best written for that group.
The topic was "change'. In future I will send simpler titles. The guest editor told me they did struggle at first.
But thanks for reading Misplaced Warden Behind Time

https://worktownwords.uk/index.php/ed-3 ... 9-warden30

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I've written a "Summer Poetry Blockbuster" I'm going to be debuting 25th of May in Liverpool. (Upstairs At Jimmy's from 7.00pm).
Only five minutes but will only need 4 minutes twenty.
Not posting that one just yet. But I'm using that and the one below from last night for a new concept. Worked out I've only written 9 that meet that criteria! (Written this year, long and story based). But it's May.
Anything can happen this Summer.
America watch the fuck out during the eclipse!


The Cinema Boss

A visit to a Cinema
Endurance proved but long ago
Nothing that shows recently
But hopefully enough muscle still has memories
Remember the gamble of not taking drink
Just sat there quiet in darkening
Jump scare more commercial adverts
Remember went alone purpose of fun
To watch a chosen motion picture
How long has time
And what does surviving
Tell us about how the lying
Is controlled and in place
Accomplished long as back turned
A visit to a Cinema in the comfort of day
Entire programming run credits end
Wait around for different film
Watch the cartoons gradually harden
Into flesh wound swearing and violence
Taken off all clothes or taken past
Good humour in a second

Imagine running such a Cinema
Bypassing codes and regulated chains
Instead of blockbuster trends
Whatever found in negative frames inside cans
Obviously trade will not be as it was
Look over that you can't remember once
Assume history that here this day
You are owner Cinema building
Enough screens tiding over
Sporadically half fill with customer
The drinks and food keep staff alive
So proud eventually friends and relatives
Begin to frequent your movie establishment
Unfortunately... It was during Autumn screening:

Screen 1
A bare bum in monochrome
Pleas off camera from a man
Screen 2
Animated cartoon
Shown as background to destruction
Screen 3
A war movie
Forbidden costumes but not sourced in historical fact
Screen 4
Wasted lights projector beam
Switched off and cleaners
Deserve more pay
Screen 5
A foreign remake of crime
The subtitles miss enough
Of the language beautiful
Screen 6
Film of tumbling fish
The ones caught in net close up
A child peeking into rated "X"
After fish dumped into depths
Left fishing net's plastic curse
What do you care you are managing
Of a cinema house attended once
By people who used to know
Who it wasn't.

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Sent some stuff off to a magazine. And another one that had a brief about a colour and target audience 7-11 year olds.
If any get rejected I'll post them here if not the actual link.
But this is the 50TH! thing written 2022!
It starts off going "Wow, that's a milestone" then goes on about my hearing problems.
The closing sequence needed an online dictionary of "D" words. I used it for two reasons.
1. It was late at night and I'd just completed the entire first page.
2. A stunt driver doesn't run around film lot without a car going "ERRRRRRRRRNNNNN!".
The only thing I'm not happy about is the Soylent Green. But that's price to by

THE DECADES THAT FOUGHT THE DECAY
By Norus_Rebirthed 2022/01/06

It's a decade of unflinching
Withdrawn to focus on making
Thought words left from staining
For where there is our curse
At it's weakest spot vulnerable
The right way to look
When everybody just watches punches
It's been more than a decade's judgement
Pushing onwards further development
For these vulnerable times
Exact level of danger
And peace as their lie
Such needle marked red green and centered
Until recently it's started to appear screaming
Without breath just exact tone
Vibrating in complete accusing
Others echo syncopation once again
Single notes extracted but continuous
Until forgotten when they started
The same clang stretched infinite
Encouragement is the wind around the cave
The higher sound fades as if getting away
But that's from position of thinking was saved
Thanks for separation of whom to killers we're prey
At war time as well for expendable
It's been decades and reaching in front
Can just faintly see the fingernails
Invisible and never survived noted paper
Or whatever got for be using enough
To picture unfolding decades before
It had to be done
It asks to now carry it on
When a dickhead just decays through a decade
Against dictator no debator just depraved
Wading demonstrations misinforms denials continues devastation
Cold debris causes doors cleaning detox
Patches delve booklets divinity return depravity
Following depth adding debts questioning deserve
Ignoring death figuratively debunked teasing deride
Morning decimal crawling decibels falling destiny
Being decrepit perceiving derelict actually deceived
Everything is a journey but the decades
Engulfed in a battle against the decay
Sit up from emergency stretcher
"The decay is the people viewed by time!"
Biggest lesson does it all through dancing
In head once again evidentially.

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Not the magazine I mentioned, but WorktownWords have published something by my about "Outside".
I took on the complaint made by editor of the one posted 7th of May. He did say a bit was harder to understand. Think I sorted what they're looking for now. And already written one for next edition on "Freedom". Which I'll hopefully post here next month. https://worktownwords.uk/index.php/ed-3 ... 5-always31

[Otherworld]

Very cool!

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Thank you Otherworld, and two thousand and twelve views! Better update before the years/views catch up with me!
Still haven't heard back yet about children's poem.
Well WorktownWords didn't publish the one I was talking about in my last post.
I still think it's one of the best thing I've written. Here's what they missed out on.
I've knocked it about a few open floors since last posted in this thread.
To do it justice, read the " " in the highest pitched voice you can think of while extending left arm forward above head grabbing with hands. And the line after it in your strongest American Tough Guy 80's Friday night show on Universal. Thanks for reading


Are Your Hands And Feet Tied?

Stronger than decision or consequence
Brochures mock usually alongside compared
To other's goals and successes declared
When it's been under the nose entire time

"Are your hands and feet tied?"
Freedom to zone out refuse cooperate
"Have the religious pageantry's spies?"
Freedom to question information
"Pressures from walking on molten stars?"
Freedom to picture it from a textbook
"A break in the missiles when fleeing home?"
Freedom to ask if the sky knew along
"Locked doors surrounded by highest perimeter?"
Freedom to keep this internal beside limited
"Every limb cut out living basic head and lungs?"
Freedom again to pretend can hear drumming
"Absolute power one day wake up to installed?"
Keep even quieter the power to vote and revolt
"Thrown from aeroplanes without parachutes?"
Well actually, you've got me there!!!

But why do they always think of Kings
Over powers of choice and taken decisions?
One small touch of freedom
Builds a life out from controlled.


©2022

I'd laugh in the face if anyone called me pretentious. If anything I'm capable of harnasing that sort of stuff and twisting it like the one read above. Well obviously having that rejected I sent a submission to WorktownWords. The topic was "Together Again". So I wrote this in a fit of pique. It's the most nasty sarcastic thing I've written in ages... And they published it instead of "Are Your Hands And Feet Tied?"
It isn't online yet.
Will never understand Poetry Editors!

End of the month, you know that Writing On The Wall course I'd been on? Probably start of thread.
Well an anthology I wrote for is getting published end of the month! And I'm getting paid for it!!!

I haven't filmed any sets apart from bedroom (stopped linking them because Id get comments "Why is this in my survival horror search?!") but there's a new open floor opening in Liverpool next Tuesday. Hoping to film if my friend I met from Poetry group (we aren't lovers! Although he did ask i told him I was more into female form which is why I'm singke as they won't come!) can give me a lift (I'm paying tolls, petrol contribution and towards parking) I can film it. First time I've had a friend who was generous with his car since the 90's!
Am honing set down to under five minutes.
There was a lot of things locally that I've missed. Poetry slams summer writing festivals
My mentality is Mercury at Live Aid. But without the singalongs. Just the power of me going full at it staring directly at words. Focusing everything out. Just the words read quickly shouted slower.
My friend even noticed some audience members are completely baffled by my stuff. But I can't see them because I'm reading the words.
Will update when anthology goes on sale. But then everybody here is poor and then there's the postage costs...
Speak September unless get something. Stay safe cool and stress free.

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Ok... So lift from friend went wrong due to text saying he was being wanted by the Police.
Of course he is.
So couldn't make bus strike event mentioned in last post. One tomorrow that I won't be able to film.
This is a video of my penultimate appearance at a venue my favourite poetry group can't afford to rent anymore.
It's more radio acting than my usual style. Trouble is I didn't let audience know I was in character! There's two people in corner of screen who's expressions are hilarious to watch!

https://youtu.be/6AJgj6Y5Ko8

Here's as best transcript, I didn't say everything in my script. It's not Acting Acting. But closest I've come to that sort of thing. (I keep writing! By time a set rehearsed into memory, I'll be all "Yeah, but I want to read my new stuff!".
Thanks for reading.

How Is, But Picture Quiz!
By Norus_Rebirthed 2021

But of course, not everyone made it to the shelters. And those that did. Not all of them were genetically pure enough to be flown out to the Saudi Arabian camps. Oh sorry, "repopulation centres". Not everyone survived the Deathsquads. Call them what they are! They're not "Peacekeepers". Not every female musician survived looking for a stage. Even if the rest of the building had crumbled into the sea. But one man. He broke into Television centre. Powered everything up then did a special broadcast of...


How Is But Picture Quiz

To pass time away
A corner of a picture
We can all have turns
Answering with our guesswork
You've all saw them before
Locked away in your subconscious
Here come fragments
Good natured test for the soul
It's a corner of daylight
And the first guess...
...is banging on the escape hatch
And nothing offered for a prize
Just a rush of healthy secretion
Never to bleed out from it's prison
The challenge stands
Part of a picture isolated displayed
No clues further
Just guesses confirming what's it's named
Static feedback through a headset
Something about cannot afford to play
And it's wasting time of evacuate
Not just our special club of hundreds
In a continent of WAS millions
Can see images from thousands
Of episodes in time broadcast
Here is another significant piece
But can see corner of first picture
At one side of the new
Throw out answer to entire world
As we pass away time
Until someone has responses
The next guess wants in!
Not to contest, entire building!
Assumes we can spare
Rest, food and care!
All the while drawing attention
I am talking background
Of television sets
I know evacuated
But for any there, kindness
A contest of identification
A surprise gift
Two pieces across void
Can you fill in the picture?
To make contest easier
Here is how it sounds
In the picture
Wait!!!...
Offered answer but disguised accusation
The ones who could remember
All long gone by December
Left behind from evacuated
Until power falls generators
Broadcasting to no-one
With picture fragments
Which nobody understand
And the first thing we'll know
Is when it suddenly goes dark
So to pass time away
Still to receive the correct answer
Give in? It was a bridge!
That never found by visitors
And on the steps a young child dead
Their murder accident regret
Playing over in time a life over
If lucky you wake up
And forgotten it's loaded.



And thanks for reading further! This is unfilmed, never been read before audience. Written yesterday. Even got killer introduction:

I was recently kidnapped by the government's deradicalisation program. It was quite enjoyable! But I could have done without that "Land of Confusion" by Genesis blasting out 24/7! Fortunately that experience had zero effect on my writing




Together We'll Learn Respect

Learn to respect women
You'll still look down at the Poet
Enfire the petition
To run intelligence test
Has message heaviest importance
Every word of the fears been read
So enough understanding to convey
Alternatives to how things are playing

If everything a response from trauma
Long or just happened
How strong the balance of understanding
Manipulations through fire, ice
Hidden drops inside building
Without power or lights

That system everything judged
Or shaped into cloning by friendly
And let exist on failures and success
If enough lie then it reinforces circles

Every scramble to climb top of chain
Disappears beneath feet into atoms
Every single time a new variable appears
Community standing imposed by social planning
And keeping apart home is just alarm clocks
In a resting base as much as safety
As whatever left scramble for taking part
Certificate means how you speak
And what cruelty towards guests

Targeted for being alive
Breaking point the jokes wore down
Everybody because they had vision
And could see directly ahead
Or at people in front of them
In head it's a game
Everything is television
And without consequence
Or take again

Still never heard studio audience
Skill level hurt brutal storms in
Spilling liquid half excuses importance
Drawing board planned
Up to sinking to avoid lesson

Needed completed if want to see freedom
So once again go respond agree
Look at respected woman
The looked down on Poet
And what it took
For lesson stuck
Most stand on feet
And we're together.




And finally Worktown Words published something. Written at the start of July in a fit of pique (hahahaha) at last post's "Are Your Hands And Feet Tied?" getting turned down.
Has a viciousness that is a bit South Park. But my filter or whatever. Apologies in advance for any offence taken.
It was written start of July. I made up for it with the stuff written at the end of that month.
Unfortunately the like button on that site has been removed.
I still have the launch of that book I contributed to on Thursday.
I'd love to film but they'd probably beg not to leak anything from event. So I'll just have a good night out.
I'll post how that went. Thanks for reading! And forgive me for this linked one!

https://worktownwords.uk/index.php/ed-3 ... /702-abuth

Have a great week! May you be stronger than October!

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Rejection after rejection! First that Children's Poetry thing about the colour spectrum.
Maybe I should have been less cheeky? I've no kids so my interpretation of 9-12 years was to keep the language simple.
Hilariously everyone who's heard it on Zoom or live actually get and mention they liked this one.

I Managed The Spectrum
By Norus _Rebirthed 2022

Well the colours wandered in
I guided them to seats
Then said "Right! Here's my new management deets!"
Purple walked away from table
Orange said one thing helpful
"We don't need purple, it's so ungrateful"
So I said "Right! Here's my new plan!"
Put red at the end until it learnt to make friends
Put orange beside to keep red in line
Yellow said "Hello! I don't mind where I go!"
"That's good. Sit right next to orange." I replied
A late comer green "Where have you been?
Sit next to yellow and don't touch a thing."
"But what can I do?" Wailed a voice in the queue
Well blue can beside yellow in they go!
Naturally your cousin beside, that's indigo
A plane flew overhead after throwing out pilot
Caught with both hands "Oh, there you are violet!"
The spectrum looked right so took my design
To senior management who then took my prize
"You were paid for consultation
Not entitled to residuals!"
I was moved to next location
Tasked with keeping grass on a timetable
The spectrum rubbed it in
Everybody thought it was a promise
But I was the one who invented it
Well I put them in order... Same difference!
I managed the spectrum and I all got was
A series of grey, cloudy months.

In better news, I get a payment for the five pages (of the editors 118 pages) of stuff I wrote for this https://writingonthewall.org.uk/shop/th ... -dont-say/

In news that I forgot had happened, since the launch I'd been in a week's long dry spell for writing. Somebody i know got a gig going on about the "Paedophilic Satanic New World Order" and it pissed me off because a) Before the Covid stuff he was actually a lot more cooler and friendlier. None of his arrogant dogmatism. And b) I did all that stuff in MY Poetry in the 2000's!
It gets you nowhere and doing nothing looking into rabbit holes instead of creating stuff.
Well here's the last thing written from last night. Last thing written when Queen alive.
I've no other contact with Writing On The Wall except through that book. They get enough weird shit emails as is. It would help me if you bought digitally or a copy of the book "The Things We Don't Say".
Since I sent off the submission last April. I thought up a contrived linking story. But seeing it all printed out. (Starts on page 70) It reads like the Four Ages Of Me! (Childhood, teenage, everything else, bad ending?). If I had completed control of book it would have opened with "Are Your Hands And Feet Tied?" obviously.
Lost track hang on. Oh here's the last thing I've written.

Thunderproof Deaf Yet Operative

Too deaf for a thunderstorm
Just attraction compelling
To complete mission brief
Every fear met with care
This is worth of result
And what is of men
How time held fingers
Reciting the contents which
Now belong deeper than
A Clerk's search of inquiry
Did you notice just how broken
Walking out without a sale
The customer's wants are reality checked
That all important currency never changed hands
With those imposed and sinking in electric bills
True focus has left the hand dangle
Close eyes just blocks lights
The lettering further unclear
Yet still enough to carry on
Light that did it's best
To help when night gets darker
Meet the shuttle or cut off
Forever in doom
The child thinks dark the coolest
It's a gradual human progression
To favour where natural light can shine
Based on evidence presented
And the calm making think all over
To be contaminate when hoped unawares
And sat there witnessing it's true powers
Any other way or seconds previous
Change everything of circumstance
Have to go out into rain
For a mission complete
When it came down to choice
And options left only three
DON'T and not a failure understand
DO and hope look away from you
DRAG on for longer which deciding
And have no excuse when future
Has both your throat and hands
Whatever speed given to gentlemen
Trade on purposeful
They'll find it's abundance comes
Break down to resort to settlement
The clues left for betterment
Left behind at mission controlled
In a briefcase find these messages sealed
Out all weathers completing missions
Insular gripping on decisions
When thunder-proof deaf yet still operating.

P.S. Worktown Words also rejected a different one. But expected it as it didn't come anywhere near the ones I post on this thread. And if death of my countries Monarch delays performances in October onwards? Then I'd miss an open floor scheduled (unbeknownst) on my birthday in that month.
For that one I wanted to read "The Decades That Fought The Decay". I'm sure I posted that here. Got good introduction:
"This is my Flagship Gunboat. You can marvel at its design and elaborateness. You can shudder at its war atrocity records. But you'll still cry and shit yourself when it fires the cannons!".
And then hopefully you know how The Decades That Fought The Decay goes.
Stay safe you beautiful Silent Hill Community!

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Late September update. Had a huge drought! Didn't write anything for over a week. The Queen died and despite not having satellite TV anymore (Amazing how much I'm not missing it!) I found out on Facebook!
So I wrote something about my Facebook post about it.

It Rained The Same Time
By Norus_Rebirthed

And the floods on the main plains
Continuous drop best crouch to ride
Seems a little strong for time of year
Only then devices showed the page
That's how it seemed in retrospect
With the rainfalls and being oblivious
And blissfully shake clothes down
What jocular mood soon forgetting
Was at least sitting down resting
Because when on the prowl stepping
It seemed to draw more attention
The end of a day a change
Ran through remains of United Kingdom
Turned grief into control
Led by never knew they've got horns
Where every investigation ricochets
Across the planet
Every abused child has formed Religions
And the Investigators rub hope into faces of victims
But just narcissistic victory dancing
To show to others following perverse system
How much thrown obscures in shade
That chapter made out into volumes
No rain flooding now just a quiet
A tribute observed for just seconds
Shake head Pantomime to express sympathise
And never hear the end of words of it now
Above told everyone to get perspective
Knowing first words said after silence ends
Is "That's enough! Now where's MY percentage?".

The Flat Earthed commented on my post so I answered him through my poetry. Bollocks to King Charles.
So anyway, huge dry spell of writing. Then the afternoon before my old poetry group debuted in a new venue. My brain, that I had a huge joke about being on strike, dropped the below on me.
I laughed a couple of times writing it. Thinking I had gold. But instead I just got chuckles and smiles.
It's a huge improvement and I read this instead of The Decades Against The Decay.

Francium Is My Darling
By Norus _Rebirthed

My girlfriend's name is Francium
Because I've got a time machine
She wants to see thing impressing feelings
And I just want to sit down all day
She complained of no ring
Around one finger
Told her I've a better idea
"Kneel before me, Pyramid constructors!
I bring anger of changed instructions
Here are the plans, charts of contours
To complete a huge skull of
My darling, Francium!"
All went to plan so back to now
Staring reflection perfecting my puppy eyes
When scream "Nothing's changed!
The pyramids still exact shape!
They didn't listen to a single idea you made!"
My girlfriend is now steady and named, Francium
And I've found a list of wedding invitations
And when caught me looking, I made better suggestion
"A bracelet of silver metal plastic coated
To wear around wrist even when swimming
And it's spelling your name, Francium
I've got a time machine
What if we planted it by first dinosaur
To go in a museum?"
All went to plan so back to now
Staring reflection perfecting my puppy eyes
When scream "Nothing's changed!
Robert Plot still discovered bones and then
William Buckland had the puzzle solved
Nothing reported about my bracelet
Or preserved with my name associated!"
My still girlfriend's name is Francium
It's lost a lot of power
But yes, I've got a time machine
And she finally asked me!
When am I going to ask her?
Because it means so much her question
I've got a time machine
Why don't we alter Religion?
Funny story, it's those Egyptians
Who remembered me from last time
All went to run after
My puppy eyes thought mocking facepaint
When scream "My friends think you're
Possessive and controlling! Our relationship
Sounds too much like Stockholm Syndrome!"
Used last of the machine's power to feed
A Swedish Bank robbery in 1973
"Hallo, Swedish TV! Can you make a change?
Instead of 'Stockholm Syndrome '
Can you say they became friends?"
All went to plan so back to now
Assisting Police with their enquires
They found my time machine was just a box
Also found drug paraphernalia
And charges of coerced drug taking
But I remember every single
28 year adventures
And look forward to a future
Of more people not knowing
What I've been going on about
And of Francium?
She found a man
Yet still did things
She complained to me of
"Eh ar'! I'll try and get Europe named after me!
Oh no! I've done it wrong!".

And I've got a four minute slot on National Poetry Day, which also coincides with not just my 48th birthday, but also 28 years since I first started going out to these things to read.
It might look like failure but the secret of underground events is... You turn up and make them happen. That's it. That's what I've been doing for the past 28 years.
"But you could have done so much morrrrrre!". And once again back to respecting decisions hahaha.
Speaking of which, seeing as refusing to divulge my sexuality to people who ask and never believe me.
This is third to last thing written.

There Is No Female Me
By Norus_Rebirthed

Look past that hasn't taken care
And everyone of friends
And your family will bring shame
To every association sever unless
She drops me from her love
Except I see her point
Best of history then
Except we'll never meet
It's only because unable to see
How it appears to others
And yet of this at peace
Too dark for looking inwards
Just grateful enough functions
Can make sense as much
Of what is being?
Found a meaning of life
Get blank paper and write
Decide by hidden questions
Laugh at open ended allegations
Incline an experience celebrating
The catch on doorframe slow motion breaking
Stopped for naught but left none shaking
Imposter syndrome amongst it's playthings
Look at the mirror then say it's raining
Plus every list of ink filling booklets
Bigger need is someone who gets this
Better dreams live in disappointments
Blurred out faces on a passing train
Burnt out with data from management
Bulldozer on a trailer blocking
Just our lane
Look on the road but know
With your driving feel safe.

Will update next month. Thanks for reading!