Everyday Inspiration, Day Thirteen: Play With Word Count

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A 50 Word Story


“I knew you’be good at this.”

“How?”

“You remember when I saw you at the race and you were off by yourself not with the crowd?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s how I knew you’d be good at this.”

“What do you mean?”

“A true artist never follows the crowd, they don’t know how to.”

 

 

P.S.

This “story” is based on a dream I had years ago. I was having a conversation with Spike Lee and this is what we were saying, strange right? I had this dream when I was new to writing. I think God was trying to tell me I was doing the right thing.

 

*Photo by Andreas Wagner 

Everyday Inspiration, Day Nine: Writing and Not Writing

What do you do when you’re not writing? How do you reset and return to the dashboard, refreshed?

-WordPress, Blogging University
Two words and two words only answer that question. Live music.

 

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What do you do when you’re not writing? How do you reset and return to the dashboard, refreshed?

-WordPress, Blogging University

Two words and two words only answer that question. Live music.

Next to Jesus and writing, music is one of my great loves. There’s nothing like an amazing piece of music to stir you up. Music can transport you back in time, make you wonder, make you dream. Music is the musicians heart, live music is that heart on display.  The artist will tell you why he or she wrote that song, what inspired it, and the music will take on new meaning. Maybe it was deep deep love, or ugly heartbreak, or the miracle of new life.
I live for that, I live for the story of how the music came to be, because it inspires me to take the stories of my life and create something with it.

Isn’t that what all art is? Taking the human condition and creating with it.

 

*Original Photos

Poetry 101: Freedom

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We call ourselves free human beings but are we really?

How can we be, when darkness is at every turn?

Gone are the days of going to a concert, the big game, the mall or simply out with with friends as strictly a social event. Now it’s rolling the dice with your life.

Gone are the days when you could be sure of your safety around those sworn to keep you safe. Now when you see those lights in your rear view there’s a chance it could be your last ride.

Gone are the days of leaders who really were for America, for freedom. Now we have bigots who hide behind patriotism.

Gone are the days where you could walk into school and get the education you needed. Now you have to worry about walking into a death trap.

Terrorists, extremists, murderers, bigots, and down right psychopaths everywhere we look.

Gone are the days…but did the good days ever exist? No I don’t think they did.

The world was already on a flaming path to hell, we’re just experiencing a rise in the heat.

 

Poetry 101 Day 3: Sleep

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I spend my waking hours asleep, dreaming of something better. Something better than the stasis in which I live.

A place where I don’t fantasize about clawing at my own skin just to see a bit red blood in my colorless existence.

Where I don’t want to scream till I lose my voice just to hear a sound in this silent void.

From sun up till sun down I live in this abyss where nobody hears or sees me.

I’m only alive when I’m asleep.

 

Just To Say Hi!

Hello blog-o-sphere!

It’s been way too long, but life has been insanely busy. I’m trying to juggle school, work, and life and somethings are falling by the wayside. Like this blog and just writing in general. When I get home at the end of a long day all I want to do is get in my bed and binge watch Vampire Diaries. I don’t want to do anything that requires a lot of deep thought. This little bit I wrote today is something I wrote after watching a particularly sappy love scene on Vampire Diaries. I thought to myself what would I say if someone really wanted to know about all my hopes & dreams.
So until the next one
xoxo,
Tawniimage

Writing 101: Reinvent The Letter Format

To: My Musemuse

Dearest,

Who would’ve thought you would come to mean so much to me, and to my art. I don’t even remember when I first met you but suddenly you were there smiling at me. You have no idea the ways you have inspired me. Your kindness, your strength, your heart have pushed me to reveal what is truly within, holding nothing back.

Our love may not be unrequited or furiously passionate like other artists have had with their muses. But it doesn’t mean it isn’t love. It’s a mutual adoration and trust of which I’ve come to rely on. You are a comfort on a particularly dreary day, and I feel safe with you. I don’t know how long we will stay like this, but I intend to enjoy every moment.

I want you to know that you’re more than just a “regular” guy, you are a jewel of a person. So don’t let this world dull your shine my dear. I am praying for you.

Love Always,

Tawni ♥

I Didn’t Know I Was A Hipster

Hipsters are a subculture of men and women typically in their 20’s and 30’s that value independent thinking, counter-culture, progressive politics, an appreciation of art and indie-rock, creativity, intelligence, and witty banter.

-Urban Dictionary

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Up until a couple of days ago I thought hipsters were starving artist with black plastic framed glasses, who lived on coffee in trendy neighborhoods. Technically a hipster can be all those things, but I certainly didn’t think that I was a part of this group. Until, I was telling a friend that I felt like a hipster in my new glasses when I drank coffee. To which she replied “Darling, you are a hipster.”

Am I?

According to the Urban Dictionary definition I suppose I am. I’m in my 20’s, I do value independent thinking, counter-culture, I love art, indie rock, creativity, and I certainly fancy a bit of witty banter. But I’ve always loved the obscure things even before the term “hipster” was created. It just seems that in my journey I’ve found that “mainstream” culture and music lacked the sincerity I was looking for.

I am slightly different though to even the usual hipster, my counter-culture is Jesus culture.

“Mainstream” culture says that the important things in life is to have the best. The newest this, the upgraded this, the luxuries of life. And not to say that having nice things is bad, but what is bad is that we put those things as first in our hearts and minds. Jesus culture teaches the opposite of this.

We all come to the end of our lives as naked and empty-handed as on the day we were born. We can’t take our riches with us. And this, too, is a very serious problem. People leave this world no better off than when they came. All their hard work is for nothing—like working for the wind. 

Ecclesiastes 5:15-16 NLT

“Mainstream” culture also teaches us to put ourselves before others. No one cares about anyone because it’s all about us, what we want, what we need. It’s so accepted in our culture that it has become entertainment. We all gather around the TV or social media to watch people “throw shade” at one another. Where is the understanding? Where is the patience? I am not perfect in this respect, I get frustrated and impatient sometimes, but when I see outright disrespect and hateful behavior it grieves me.

Be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving each other, just as God in Christ also has forgiven you.

Ephesians 4:32 NASB

I clearly went off on a tangent there but I think I got my point across. In the Jesus culture, independent of mainstream thinking, I found the sincerity I wanted. I found that my life could be more than just about me. Hipsters want to do things differently and so do I, God’s way of doing things.

So is there such a thing as “Christian hipster”? There probably is, as the good book says “There is nothing new under the sun.”

The Soul of the Painters

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Practice Makes Perfect?.”

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If there’s one group of people I’m envious of it’s the painters. I’ve tried but my gifts come to a halt when it comes to a canvas. Visual art has always captivated me ever since my first paint by numbers kit as a kid. But without the numbers to guide me that paint brush was useless in my hands. I long for the ability to take whats in my mind and soul and make it a reality. Take “The Starry Night” by Vincent Van Gogh for instance. The swirls in the sky, and the distinctness of the stars, no that isn’t how the night sky really looks but that’s how it looked to him. That was his interpretation of the wonder that is the night sky. It’s amazing that such beauty can be wielded onto a canvas with the flick of a person’s wrist, and just like that the painters soul is on display.

I have this dream of filling my house with all original artwork, I want to be surrounded by the souls of the painters. I want to be moved by them. I want to be inspired by them.