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“And like any artist with no art form, she became dangerous.” #TRUTH

“And like any artist with no art form, she became dangerous.” — Toni Morrison (@MsToniMorrison) #Truth

This is one of my favorite Toni Morrison quotes, found in Sula. Here is the entire passage it’s found in:

“In a way, her strangeness, her naivete, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of an idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings: had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like any artist with no art form, she became dangerous.”

As artists, (I believe we all are in some way, as we mold and shape our lives with every action that we take) we must eventually expel our energy somehow. If we don’t we will explode, and an explosion is always dangerous, unpredictable, uncontrollable, and something that is not born out of the nature of our peaceful and loving selves. Yet sometimes, we don’t explode, but continuously ooze negative energy, which, as we know, can be a slow poison that infects us and everyone around us.

We all yearn to be fulfilled, so we must find a way to express ourselves daily through creative expression, journaling, helping, loving, living, thinking happy thoughts, coloring, thanking, praying, giving, painting, writing, cooking, gardening, making music, making babies, teaching, or whatever it is that your particular self does, in order to prevent all of our stored energy from manifesting itself as destruction, mayhem, negativity, or pure evil. It’s worth a try.

Happy Sunday!

-MS

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Whenever You Are Ready (8.21.12/Poem 8)

Whenever You Are Ready

Whenever you are ready
Come and find me
All good things in time
but I have to go right now

You love me at my worst
I love you in my gut
still that’s not enough
and I have to go
right now

Use the time we will not share
fully
Waste my missing love
slowly
just catch me before I burst
into a flaming ball of dust
drenched in moonlight

Beckon when you’ve chosen
to just love me only
Do not fear pursuit
When you think you’re ready
you will find me

Immobilized by angst
I do not wish to waste
words I cannot say
flesh I cannot touch
lips I cannot kiss
a soul I cannot reach
a heart I cannot seize
a bond I cannot break
On a Love I cannot love
wholly

I won’t say I’m waiting
but I am waiting
All good things in time
Come and find me
whenever you are ready
but I have to go right now

Run and don’t look back
I’m already on my way
still I will be waiting
Underneath the sun,
on the dark side of the moon,
in the brightest star

I belong to you
all good things in time
but not right now

-MS

Friday Fictioneers: The Light (5.25.12/Week 1)

So I’ve stumbled upon the Blog of Madison Woods and discovered her fabulous idea for Flash Fiction: Friday Fictioneers! It seems like a great way to generate ideas, and receive opinions, praise, critiques, etc. from fellow writers.

The goal is to write a 100 word story inspired by a picture that is posted every Wednesday. On Friday, everyone posts their stories, and we indulge in everyone’s short pieces. It definitely sounds like fun!

Her Blog:

www.madisonwoods.wordpress.com

Here is the inspiration:

Here is my story (or play, since it’s only dialogue), and I’ve added audio, just in case you want to listen:

The Light


“Don’t go.”

“I want the Light.”

“Fuck Brown, the sun is shining!”

“Calm down, your bursa copulatrix is showing.”

“You know I lost Blue to that light.”

“Blue was already lost, even after you tried to find her with your aedeagus.”

“I’ve apologized. Let’s talk, again.”

“No more words. I’m going.”

“It’ll kill you!”

“Then I’ll die.”

“And me?”

“You’ll live.”

“That’s dramatic.”

“Yup. Now, come with me or watch me leave.”

“No.”

“Fine. I was born alone, and made to fly, not to hide behind brick walls and be held back, by you.”

“I’ll miss you.”

“I Hope so.”

*The End*

Hope you enjoyed!

(Open to Constructive Criticism , of course)

-MS