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Wake Up a Woman Wordle

Tamara Woods 5 Comments

It’s time to play with another poet’s words…mine! I took words from my first book, Wake Up a Woman. I hope you enjoy them and find them inspiring!

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Here are your words:

static
woman
kindling
embracing
banister
vain
clasp
curtains
gunshot
stubborn
relative
ruins
sprung

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Good luck and have fun!

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Shaping of an Angry Black Woman Wordle

Tamara Woods 5 Comments

It’s time for a new wordle! This week, I’ve taken words from one of our editor’s books, The Shaping of an Angry Black Woman  by Tamara Woods. There is no set amount of words you have to use, and you can use any form of the word listed below (plural, past tense, etc.)

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Here are you words:

drippings
splinters
fickle
barcode
articulate
quivering
accusing
lipstick
DNA
jail
witches
kiss
mimicry

To check out Tamara Woods’ book, click here!

Good luck and have fun!

Remember, all entries must be linked back to this post with a pingback or by commenting.

Writing forever alone? | Let’s Talk About It

Tamara Woods 10 Comments

I had a conversation with a writer before the beginning of #writestuff (my Tweetchat on Tuesday at 9 pm EST, each week we cover a different writing topic). He said something along the lines of, “Aren’t writers always writing alone?” And I said no, “No, not necessarily.” Hastywords does writing duets often, there are sitcom writers who write in teams, etc. Part of the process is to pass ideas back and forth until something gels together. Until it molds. Does one person essentially do the molding?

Are writers forever alone? Have you ever written with a partner or do you keep it a solitary pursuit?

I’ll meet you in the comments!

He Said | She Said

Tamara Woods 2 Comments

Poetry Prompt about a disagreementYou know how sometimes you get a song stuck in your head? I kept hearing the lyrics from this 90s song that I haven’t listened to since the 90s. It’s only driving me a little nuts. It’s all about the he said, she said bullsh*t.

And so this week’s challenge was born.

Write a poem where there’s a conflict between two entities. It doesn’t have to be a man v/s a woman. You’re the writer. Make it interesting. Make it fun. And show that conflict.

Remember on Fridays, we’re having a bit of a chat. If you didn’t catch last Friday’s swing by and join is the poetry always personal?

Make sure to either backlink to the page or post it in the comments. Check out what each is doing and share! Let’s build this community.

Have you considered submitting to our Write for Us segment? We’d love to feature your work here on The Reverie! Click here for more information…

And keep your eye out for the official date for the zine release at the end of the month!

 

Party Girls Don’t Get Hurt

Tamara Woods 1 Comment

I’m the party girl, the smarty girl, that arty girl

That rock and roll child, toured with Nirvana

Born to be wild, dressed up in style

Party with rock stars, cool kids, out laws, in the raw

 

I’m the cool girl, the hot girl, the “it” girl, human tilt-a-whirl

The popular girl, wild child, live on the edge, crouched on a ledge

The sexy girl, men want to screw

Super talented chick, don’t you wish it were you?

 

♫ One two three drink

one two three drink

one two three drink

throw ‘em back till I lose count ♫

 

Envy me, copy me, fall for me; worship me

Beg for me, plead for me

If they want me they bleed for me

I’m the girl who takes all the chances, who dies everyday,

is reborn every moment, I’ll lead you astray

 

Pour me a drink and I’ll tell you my life

your envy so thick it could cut with a knife

White hot

Independent

Drinks are for free.

My options got options, don’t you wish you were me?

 

Dressed to wicked perfection in Jimmy Choo boots

Black leather and buckles in three different heights

Bold and

brassy

Inappropriate

Carefree

Druggy misadventures with Beasties and Flea

 

The Limelight

The Tunnel

The Mercer Hotel,

Partied in Vegas

New Orleans

Nashville was hell

 

 

♫ I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

    I’m gonna live like tomorrow doesn’t exist, like it doesn’t exist ♫

 

 

I’m the girl who’s shaking now, what have I done, what have I done?

I’m the girl who’s sobbing now, gotta unplug,

Hair matted down on one side

“just get home” on repeat

 

All those friends were not real they were props on my stage,

painted in the shattered strobe light now they all fade

Stop judging me, hating me, coveting my life

The years slipped through my fingers, a fool’s paradise

 

She’s the makeup smeared girl in a bathroom stall

vomiting out daddy issues against the back wall

Cutting white lines on the closed toilet seat

without smack in her veins she feels incomplete

 

Dance with me, sing with me, you’ll present like a king with me,

steal with me, deal with me; you won’t ever heal with me

 

The party girl’s wrapped in layers of numb

anesthetized to the hilt with cocaine and rum

Escaping at dawn from a loft I don’t know

How did I end up downtown? Did all of us go?

 

Remember that time she was sectioned in Queens?

She thought it was Manhattan or some kind of dream

A cop picked up her up for not knowing her way,

or where she was, who she was, or even what day.

Commited for 3 days for being insane –

a half ounce of coke does that to a brain

 

The hot MILF, the cool mom,

loses custody of her kid.

So cop a little more scag,

drop off the grid

Hot-bodied flame-haired

girl from the hood

She’s homeless in 6 months

But damn she looks good

 

♫ But I’m holding on for dear life, won’t look down won’t open my eyes

    Keep my glass full until morning light, ‘cos I’m just holding on for tonight ♫

 

Ready to fuck like a porn star, wanna have a good time?

send me your email I’ll fuck you online

Check your respect at the door cause you’re here to screw

and fuck my best friend, don’t mind if you do

 

Play with me, stray with me, put yourself on display with me

Stay with me, stay with me, I can’t bear another day of me

Play with me

Stay with me

Stay with me

Please

I can’t be alone I can’t seem to breathe

Post- party heart- crushing comedown at dawn

when the drugs are used up everybody is gone

 

Play with me

pray for me

Play with me

pray for me

 

The life of the party, she quietly seeks death

You’ve helped her this far – why not steal her last breath?

Play with me

Pray for me

Play with me

Pray for me

 

pray for me

pray for me

pray for me

pray for me

 

 

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Samara is the no-holds-barred, five times Freshly Pressed blogger at A Buick in the Land of Lexus.  She mixes honesty with humor in high definition, first-person story telling. Samara is also a founding member of The Sister Wives blog. She lives in New Jersey with her son Little Dude, the coolest 11-year-old kid on the planet.

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What’s your fantasy?

Tamara Woods 2 Comments
http://thereveriejournal.com Poetry Prompt

This week let’s explore the recesses of our imagination. Let’s tap into your fantasies. Let’s have some fun with this one.

I present to you this setting:

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Here are some words to guide your journey. Use as many as you want.:

The Words:

The Court

Dowry

Lonesome

Harrowing

Dedicated

Sorted

Sultry

Crept 

Remember, we’re not voting on Fridays anymore, but we do have the linky so we can share our poetry. Please join in, link up your work, read others in the community.

This site is meant to form a community of like-minded individuals, and so we should be here to support one another. Be sure to share the prompt! #thereverie

Also, we’re looking for more poets to feature on Wednesday. Please read the guidelines and send a submission!

Let’s Talk About…

Tamara Woods 7 Comments

Once a week, I’m going to bring up a topic about poetry and open the floor for you guys to chat about it with me. As a community, we need to communicate more and not just with me talking at you.

This week I found an online poetry class for free. It’s called “How writers write poetry” and it’s through the International Writing Program. 

I enjoy learning and I’ve been missing being in the higher education realm. I’m finding myself buying more guides and educational writing material as days go by.

However, when I was younger, I only took a few courses on writing fiction and poetry. I was afraid if I would learn more about the structures and how other people thinks poetry is then I would lose my creativity. My spark. My essence. I’d just sound like everyone else.

Now I’ve realize that I have my own style and voice. Learning new things won’t change me. It’ll enrich me.

What do you guys think? Do you like to learn more about writing techniques for creative write specifically, or do you prefer to go it your own way?

And if you decide to take the course, let me know on my Facebook page. I’m thinking about doing some type of weekly check-in over there once the class starts in March.

Have you considered submitting to our Write for Us segment? We’d love to feature your work here on The Reverie! Click here for more information…

And keep your eye out for the official date for the zine release in March!

I’ll see you in the comments!