My new sounds:

LIAR!
by Charity Moon
I love when 
you lie. 
Cause you 
know I will
make you pay.
Just listen
to yourself.
Lie after lie
flowing from
your fingers
and dribbling
off your tongue.
I know you are
full of it
I live in truth
and you are 
setting off the
lie detector of 
my heart. 
Why look your nose
is growing longer
and longer. 
Oh yeah you 
will pay dearly.
I will mark
your forehead
with L I A R
so everyone 
will know
the Liar is coming. 
Strip you down.
Throw a studded 
collar tightly
around your 
throat so you 
can no longer
spew your untruths.
What’s this I hear?
Oh so you have been 
lying to all your 
friends about me too.
I know who I am
and I can carry 
my head held 
up high. 
You know I can
freely walk this
earth unfettered
and carefree
because I know and
speak my truth. 
So my dear you shall 
have to pay. 
Oh yes. 
Lie to me
is one thing. 
Lying about me
to everybody else
and you shall 
feel my wrath. 
Oh yeah and it’s
not just me that
you pissed off. 
God, the eyes of 
truth knows exactly
what you did too. 
He is my shield, 
my protector and
my defender.
I am sure he will 
be paying you a 
visit soon too. 
Enjoy!

LIAR!

by Charity Moon

I love when 

you lie. 

Cause you 

know I will

make you pay.

Just listen

to yourself.

Lie after lie

flowing from

your fingers

and dribbling

off your tongue.

I know you are

full of it

I live in truth

and you are 

setting off the

lie detector of 

my heart. 

Why look your nose

is growing longer

and longer. 

Oh yeah you 

will pay dearly.

I will mark

your forehead

with L I A R

so everyone 

will know

the Liar is coming. 

Strip you down.

Throw a studded 

collar tightly

around your 

throat so you 

can no longer

spew your untruths.

What’s this I hear?

Oh so you have been 

lying to all your 

friends about me too.

I know who I am

and I can carry 

my head held 

up high. 

You know I can

freely walk this

earth unfettered

and carefree

because I know and

speak my truth. 

So my dear you shall 

have to pay. 

Oh yes. 

Lie to me

is one thing. 

Lying about me

to everybody else

and you shall 

feel my wrath. 

Oh yeah and it’s

not just me that

you pissed off. 

God, the eyes of 

truth knows exactly

what you did too. 

He is my shield, 

my protector and

my defender.

I am sure he will 

be paying you a 

visit soon too. 

Enjoy!

I created this techno piece for my video I entered in the Laura Hollick’s Nu Icon Essence Competition.. 

Camp Pep: The Only Enemy Worth Fighting

Camp Pep: The Only Enemy Worth Fighting

From: Camp NaNoWriMo

Hello,

Today, as we start to slip towards the end of the month, I’d like to talk to you about a rather dark and stormy side to NaNo-ing. A concept that is often so thick with de-motivation it can make writers walk away from their laptops, pack up their typewriters, or set down their feather quills for good.

I’d like to talk to you about falling behind.

Even the writers I know who tend to firmly hit or exceed their daily word counts occasionally miss a goal here or there. These are writers who make the phrase “falling behind” sound graceful and controlled, like a leaf gently falling to land on a placid pond. And then there are writers like me. I tend to “fall behind” the way a leaf might fall into a black hole and be spaghettified and ripped apart violently atom by atom. It’s not pretty.

In fact, in seven years of participating in NaNoWriMo I’ve never once passed the halfway mark even close to being on schedule. Each month seems to end with a frantic lung-busting, side-splitting sprint to the finish line. My progress graphs traditionally resemble a volcanic mountain, jutting up violently into a point with the types of cliffs and crags you’d need a sherpa to navigate. And yet, when it’s all over and I’m standing at the base and looking back up at the peak, I realize that each month has also been one of the most exhilarating and fulfilling of my life.

Time can be a powerful ally when it comes to writing—the type of champion that you want to have on your side. But I know what it’s like to feel like time isn’t on your side. It can be a poisonous sinking in the gut that numbs your resolve to create. Luckily, you’re not fighting against time, your word count, against other writers, or even against your writing itself.

If anything, you’re fighting against that voice in your head that might, every once in a while, tell you to give up. The only enemy worth waging a war over isnot writing at all.

Success doesn’t even have to hinge on a specific number come April 30. Success is about challenging yourself to do something you normally wouldn’t have done. It’s about using this wonderful community to stave off idleness and give you the inspiration you need to forge ahead.

So if you find yourself stuck in a black hole, as I so often do, push yourself through the singularity and find out what lies beyond. Laws of physics aside, maybe you’ll wormhole your way to an entire dimension of creativity you never even knew existed.

– Liz Leo, Lifetime Procrastinator

Liz Leo

Liz Leo is a seven-time winner of NaNoWriMo, a (very) slowly aspiring novelist, and a producer/creator of the dystopian comedy web series Job Hunters.

http://campnanowrimo.org/updates/46

Today’s Quote

"Loving yourself…does not mean being self-absorbed, it means welcoming yourself as the most honored guest in your own heart.”

Margo Anand

"Love The Way You Lie"
(feat. Rihanna)

[Intro - Rihanna:]
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that’s alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that’s alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

[Verse - Eminem:]
I can’t tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there’s a steel knife in my windpipe
I can’t breathe but I still fight while I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right it’s like I’m in flight
High off her love, drunk from her hate,
It’s like I’m huffing paint and I love her the more I suffer, I suffocate
And right before I’m about to drown, she resuscitates me
She fucking hates me and I love it.
"Wait! Where you going?"
"I’m leaving you!"
"No you ain’t. Come back."
We’re running right back.
Here we go again
It’s so insane cause when it’s going good, it’s going great
I’m Superman with the wind at his back, she’s Lois Lane
But when it’s bad it’s awful, I feel so ashamed I snapped
Who’s that dude?
"I don’t even know his name."
I laid hands on her, I’ll never stoop so low again
I guess I don’t know my own strength

[Chorus - Rihanna:]
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that’s alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that’s alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

[Verse - Eminem:]
You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when you’re with ‘em
You meet and neither one of you even know what hit ‘em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling
Yeah, them chills you used to get ‘em
Now you’re getting fucking sick of looking at ‘em
You swore you’d never hit ‘em; never do nothing to hurt ‘em
Now you’re in each other’s face spewing venom in your words when you spit them
You push, pull each other’s hair, scratch, claw, bit ‘em
Throw ‘em down, pin ‘em
So lost in the moments when you’re in them
It’s the rage that took over,
It controls you both
So they say you’re best to go your separate ways
Guess that they don’t know you ‘cause today that was yesterday
Yesterday is over, it’s a different day
Sound like broken records playing over but you promised her
Next time you show restraint
You don’t get another chance
Life is no Nintendo game
But you lied again
Now you get to watch her leave out the window
Guess that’s why they call it window pane

[Chorus - Rihanna:]
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that’s alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that’s alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

[Verse - Eminem:]
Now I know we said things, did things that we didn’t mean
And we fall back into the same patterns, same routine
But your temper’s just as bad as mine is
You’re the same as me
When it comes to love you’re just as blinded
Baby, please come back
It wasn’t you, baby it was me
Maybe our relationship isn’t as crazy as it seems
Maybe that’s what happens when a tornado meets a volcano
All I know is I love you too much to walk away though
Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Don’t you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk
Told you this is my fault
Look me in the eyeball
Next time I’m pissed, I’ll aim my fist at the drywall
Next time? There won’t be no next time!
I apologize even though I know its lies
I’m tired of the games I just want her back
I know I’m a liar
If she ever tries to fucking leave again
Im’a tie her to the bed and set this house on fire
I’m just gonna

[Outro - Rihanna:]
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that’s alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that’s alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
wonderous-world:

Lion by Steve Mackay
 SexyKnight Zappos
by
Charity Moon
Say that again
to me and
you know how
to turn me on.
But I know
what you
really want.
You want
someone to
throw you down.
Your pain
will go on.
You watch
while pining
for me.
The treacherous dare
and lures you in.
You watch
with large eyes.
Locked behind
the chains for ages.
Should faith
reveal it’s
wicked wrath.
Until you
are erect.
Your pain
is my pleasure.
You beg
me for more.
You like
the way
I dish it out.
You are
yearning to
please me.
To do my
bidding.
To long
for which
you no longer
can stand.
You can
not resist me.
You are hungry
for my
cherry taste.
Don’t forget
I love to bite.

SexyKnight Zappos

by

Charity Moon


Say that again

to me and

you know how

to turn me on.

But I know

what you

really want.

You want

someone to

throw you down.

Your pain

will go on.

You watch

while pining

for me.

The treacherous dare

and lures you in.

You watch

with large eyes.

Locked behind

the chains for ages.

Should faith

reveal it’s

wicked wrath.

Until you

are erect.

Your pain

is my pleasure.

You beg

me for more.

You like

the way

I dish it out.

You are

yearning to

please me.

To do my

bidding.

To long

for which

you no longer

can stand.

You can

not resist me.

You are hungry

for my

cherry taste.

Don’t forget

I love to bite.



To Answer the Flurry of Questions I just got

squeakthewritepony:

Camp NaNoWriMo is a little project by the folks who hold National Novel Writing Month. It’s a neat website where you can workshop and get together to get a novel written in 30 some odd days.

http://campnanowrimo.org/

Check it out, it’s pretty neat!

Actually during Camp NaNoWriMo you can write anything you want with a word count as low as 10,000 words. I am writing Dominatrix Poetry because my sex coach thought it would help me heal sexual trauma