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Welcome, to the Dark Muses blog group. We are an extension of the Murder of Ravens Group. Dark Muses is a blog group for those of us inspired by dark muses, dark thoughts, and the darker side of life.
Writing prompts will be posted in the Blog section of this profile, posted as bulletins, and posted in the Murder of Ravens Group so that you can post your contributions there. Please feel free to critique each other's work, as long as your critique contributes to improving the work. Remember too, that words of praise are always appreciated by the authors.
Unwritten
by Natasha Bedingfield
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, oh, oh
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, yeah, yeah

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The Muse comes as a dancer. When the night grows still and the energy of the day has begun to ebb. The dancer appears to artists, children and poets. She comes softly or wildly as fits her mood. Like an old friend she comes, dancing across thoughts and dreams. Fleeting glimpses of the eternal flow in her invisible wake, like ripples upon a still pond.
She comes, bearing the hidden secrets of all things. Praise her, curse her, adore her or despise her, as you will, but, ignore her, Never! The dancer comes easily, but departs absolutely, from those who ignore the abundance of her gifts. To those foolish enough to ignore the Dancer, the memory of Her voice echoes in the brain, as a taunting reminder of what might have been.
Like the wee folk of the Isles, She is drawn by candlelight, warm tea, quiet moments, and abrasive visionaries with powerful passions. The dancer slips in invisibly, happily, and silently, bringing with Her, the thoughts and dreams of others, distant in time or space. She is a jealous lover, but the most passionate and pleasing of all.
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Music:

Seasons of Love - From RENT
Five hundrend twenty five thousand
six hundred minutes
Five hundrend twenty five thousand
moments so dear
Five hundrend twenty five thousand
six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year
In daylight, in sunsets, in midnights,
in cups of coffee,
in inches, in miles
in laughter, in strife
In five hundrend twenty five thousand
six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life
(chorus)
How about Love
how about love
how about love
measure in love
seasons of love
seasons of love
Five hundrend twenty five thousand
six hundred minutes
Five hundrend twenty five thousand
journeys to plan
Five hundrend twenty five thousand
six hundred minutes
how do you measure the life of a woman
or a man
In truth that she learned
or in times that he cried
In the bridges she burned
or the way that he died
It's time now to sing out
though the story never ends
let's celebrate remember a year
in the life of friends
(chorus)

Books:


How Poems Are Made/A Discredited View
by Alice Walker
Letting go
in order to hold on
I gradually understand
how poems are made.
There is a place the fear must go.
There is a place the choice must go.
There is a place the loss must go.
The leftover love.
The love that spills out
of the too full cup
and runds and hides
its too full self
in shame.
I gradually comprehend
how poems are made.
To the upbeat flight of memories.
The flagged beats of teh running
heart.
I understand how poems are made.
They are tears
that season the smile.
The stiff-neck laughter
that crowds the throat.
The leftover love.
I know how poems are made.
There is a place the loss must go.
There is a place the gain must go.
The leftover love.

My Blog

The Truth About Writing Contests

The Truth About Writing ContestsYou can't win if you don't enter. But before you do, take a close look at what "winning" really means.by Amy CookThe cash prizes. The chance to be published. The braggi...
Posted by Dark Muses on Wed, 16 May 2007 07:31:00 PST

Killer Personalities

Killer PersonalitiesCraft vicious villains with this psychiatrist's guide to writing bad guys with real problems.by Charles AtkinsIt's such a disappointment to sit down with a scary novel or crime sto...
Posted by Dark Muses on Wed, 16 May 2007 07:29:00 PST

HOW TO WRITE GOOD

by Frank L. ViscoMy several years in the word game have learnt me several rules:1... Avoid alliteration. Always.2... Prepositions are not words to end sentences with.3... Avoid cliches like the plagu...
Posted by Dark Muses on Sun, 12 Nov 2006 11:10:00 PST

Make a Child Smile

I found this in a recent scrapbooking magazine.  Go to http://www.makeachildsmile.org/featured_kids.shtml to see the featured children of the month.  They all suffer from medical condi...
Posted by Dark Muses on Wed, 14 Jun 2006 09:17:00 PST

college metaphors - these are TOO FUNNY...

These are actual analogies and metaphors found in college essays. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a thigh master. His thoughts tumbled in h...
Posted by Dark Muses on Mon, 05 Jun 2006 07:59:00 PST

STORY AND POETRY CONTEST - "NEW ARRIVAL"

For PoetsFor our "New Arrival" poetry contest we are challenging new writers to FanStory.com to write a free verse poem. Free Verse is an irregular form of poetry in which the content offers freedom f...
Posted by Dark Muses on Wed, 05 Apr 2006 10:07:00 PST

Short Fiction Contest

Dirt Press is accepting entries for its annual Hendrickson Memorial Prize through May 1. The 2006 prize will be awarded to the best short fiction exhibiting the traits of "directness in language and a...
Posted by Dark Muses on Fri, 03 Mar 2006 09:32:00 PST

Poetry Contest

This Valentine's Day, be as sappy as you wanna be. Winning Writers is accepting humor poems for its Wergle Flomp contest through April 1. To enter the contest, you have to intentionally write a bad po...
Posted by Dark Muses on Fri, 03 Mar 2006 09:31:00 PST

Valentine's Day Writing Prompt

I got this email the other day.....why don't we add to the list? Worlds Worst ValentinesThese are entries to a Washington Post competition asking for a rhyme with the most romantic first line but the ...
Posted by Dark Muses on Mon, 13 Feb 2006 08:42:00 PST

New short fiction contest!

New short fiction contest!  Cash prizes for four winners.  Enter now, contest ends April 30th.  Go to http://www.coffeehousefiction.com for info.  Fee....
Posted by Dark Muses on Wed, 08 Feb 2006 10:12:00 PST