Bled Out Onto a Page

Feel. Release. Heal.

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Jess was in the bathroom
Our bedroom door
Left halfway opened.
I stared at the ceiling
Felt something to my right
Just in time for the door
To slam itself shut.
I ran up
Ripped it open
The hall was empty

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It started out
Innocuously enough
As these things normally do

A mysterious noise
A flash of something
In the corner of your eye.

Then, without warning.
It became more brazen.
She talks to it in her sleep.

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Daniel O’Brien of Cracked and Chris Sims of Comics Alliance are my favorite internet writers.

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When I was writing HSH,

I hit a major snag. The only way I could merit the explosion was to have the main female character; who happened to be a strong, independent young woman raped by the antagonists.

Now I love all my characters, but she’s the one I cared about the most and if the only way I can justify the story’s ending is to entirely strip her of her dignity…then it’s not worth doing.

So,I scrapped it before even getting close to letting that happen.

I think that heinous act is used way too liberally in media as it is. There’s entire crime shows dedicated solely to it. Why not go the other way and show women from a position of strength?

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My favorite artistic moments.

Getting accepted into a real, though somewhat ending up being a sort of scam, film school.

Building my (currently down) website and learning as I go.

My first and penultimate performances at Tucker’s Blues.

My one and only performance in Tennessee.

Working on the comic book.

Creating the music video for A Day Late.

Actually, all the videos which came from The Group Therapy Sessions.

Recording Maudlin.

The explosion of FRH Studios.

Self publishing my books on Amazon.

The entire process of producing Ask Davlin videos.

Running this, and the 20 other blogs.

Creating I’ve No Reason To Dream.

Filed under its nice to remember the good too

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Keep in mind, what I offer up to you here and in my other outlets isn’t exactly a guided tour. So, please, do feel free to poke around.

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I was at my cousins place grinding the pot I just bought when mom called to inform me that our house had been broken into.

Damn

Is all I can bring myself to say as I empty the contents of two cigarettes and replacing the tobacco with cannabis.  I placed them upside down in the box, said my goodbyes and begin the hour drive which would no doubt be consumed with dread over what might have been taken.

I light up the joint.  It helps.

That is until I arrive full blown stoned at my conservative, republican’s parent’s place which is still rife with officers of the law.  When I entered the house my heart sank.

They didn’t just rob us.

No.

They fuckin’ destroyed us.

After what felt like days holding my shit together downstairs I was finally allowed to go and and see to my fate at the top of the stairs.

It was worse than expected.

I was at my cousins place grinding the pot I just bought when mom called to inform me that our house had been broken into.

Damn

Is all I can bring myself to say as I empty the contents of two cigarettes and replacing the tobacco with cannabis. I placed them upside down in the box, said my goodbyes and begin the hour drive which would no doubt be consumed with dread over what might have been taken.

I light up the joint. It helps.

That is until I arrive full blown stoned at my conservative, republican’s parent’s place which is still rife with officers of the law. When I entered the house my heart sank.

They didn’t just rob us.

No.

They fuckin’ destroyed us.

After what felt like days holding my shit together downstairs I was finally allowed to go and and see to my fate at the top of the stairs.

It was worse than expected.

Filed under tool my psalms puzzle piece to INRTD

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22 Plays
Davlin
Curtain Call

frh-studios:

Curtain Call

Written, performed and submitted by Davlin

I’m writing this
In the hopes of ex-
Plaining my absence.
I dreamed so big
gave it all I had
Now I’ve nothing left.

What if I lied,
Said that all was fine
would you see the truth?
Or just walk a-
way and take these fibs
at their face value?

These words have star-
ted piling up and
add up to nothing.
For what it’s worth
I wanted to thank
you for listening.


All that I have
truly learned through
these tears I have spent.
Is that maybe
love and loss aren’t so
very different.

So for now as
the curtains close and
the spotlight fades.
I’ll say goodnight
and pray the sun shines
on some brighter days.

Filed under poem poetry song poets of tumblr

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Book idea #528

I could publish a book consisting of every photo in my iPhone in chronological order. It would tell a coherent visual narrative and be a pretty solid effort.