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Sometimes I can’t sleep
because my head
is filled with
possibilities
so bright and so loud

they keep me awake
my whole being vibrates
resonates

the excitement of the unknown
and the anticipation
of what could be

I’m surprised that it doesn’t
wake up the entire
neighbourhood
with its noise

possibilities
ignite
the dark of
night

truly outragous: one girl’s dream

When I was a kid, I was shy, nervous, anxious, worried that everyone hated me and I loved to SING. Between the ages of 9-12 there was one cartoon on TV that just made everything bad in my life go away. Jem and the Holograms was my solace and my dream. I used to play dress-up with my friends and I’d be Jem and they’d be my holograms. I had Jem dolls (my sister has Misfits, I think?). Jem was my dream, my inspiration. I wanted to BE her when I was a kid.

Jem sang. She had magic (well, holograms that seemed like magic). Synergy was beautiful and purple and could fly. Jem and her Holograms has brightly coloured hair. They were AMAZING!

If only real life was like Jem and the Holograms – with less orphaned kids and people always trying to kidnap and kill the orphans. (Zipper! Seriously! What was your deal with the always wanting to burn the orphans up? Therapy was obviously needed in your life.)

I never liked the Misfits much. I liked Stormer, with her blue hair and raspy voice, but I think that’s because she was the Misfit with the heart of gold. She was nice deep down. Not like Pizzazz and Roxy.

I always thought Rio was rather dumb not knowing that Jerrica and Jem were the same person. Heck, they SOUNDED the same. Also, he was kind of a jerk dating both of them and not telling either one about the other. (So many others in that sentence.) Often Jerrica or Jem would get jealous of the time he’d spend with one over the other and then I thought Jerrica/Jem was the stupid one because SHE could SOLVE HER OWN PROBLEM by just TELLING Rio the truth. I mean, really!

Showtime, Synergy!
(This is my favourite Jem dress ever. EVER!)

So, when I went to bleach the purple and pink out of my hair two weeks ago, in order to change it to something totally different and then discovered that the bleach had turned the purple light pink…

I looked in the mirror and thought, “Oh my gosh, I feel like my Jem doll from the 80s!” And as much as I worried I couldn’t pull off pink (and bleach blonde) hair, I kept it for a while (because the Internet told me to) and it’s grown on me. I felt like my childhood idol. I felt truly outrageous!

And then I found these on Etsy from a store in Sweden…

SuzywanDELUXE etsy shop  - making childhood dreams come true

And I knew I needed to own them. They were $20 and shipping was only $5 from SWEDEN. And, Internet? They were shipped on Thursday last week and they arrived TODAY. Even better, I am home today so I was able to get them moments after they were deposited into my mailbox and then rip open the shiny envelope and… look at them! LOOK AT THEM! They are awesome.

And now I, Internet, I am TRULY OUTRAGEOUS!

(and yes, I added more pink to my hair, thinking it would come out a little less bright. Now I have more Kimber hair than Jem hair… I shall bleach it a little more to lighten it. Truly outrageous hair is hard to capture…)

I figure, why not keep the pink hair a little longer, and get the earrings to match, right? Might have taken me almost 30 years to make this dream come true, but I’m totally going to milk it while I can.

Now I just need that record deal. Anyone? Anyone?

words

Words.
words.
over and over inside my head
over and over
over and over
echoing, repeating.

Can’t shut them out
can’t turn them off
so many words wanting to get out

blocked
stuck
heavy as rocks
words, these words
like static in my head

over and over and over
and over and over
and over
repeating
again and again

words without meaning
words that mean everything at all

can’t write them down
can’t give them up
bouncing from one wall to the other
inside my skull

words
like breath
can’t get enough
can’t fill my lungs

once I put pen to paper
they just fizzle out

but they come back in the darkness
and taunt me again
over and over
words in my head

echoing
screaming
white noise
over and over and over
and over

just want them out

like your words
that reach me, inside and tug
at my heartstrings
my muse longs to paint
words on my soul
but she’s just as lost as I am
trying to capture the fleeting
words, flying haphazardly spinning
around in my head

words

© cjh
january 27, 2013

blogust the fourth

 

Day 4 – Where do you find inspiration?

(Didn’t really troubleshoot for days when I’d be so busy and away from the computer that I couldn’t post. However since this was more of an exercise to get myself to write more often, I’m not feeling any guilt over missing a day ON the day. I just want to blog more and will try to get through all the topics in August!)

My inspiration comes through music and visuals. I am a very visual person and I also have synesthesia, which often translates music INTO images and texture for me. I can here one barre of music and suddenly have enough in my brain to write out two songs worth of lyrics, one short story or draw (I rarely draw anymore. I used to do it a lot when I was a teen. I’d even created my own group of superheros and a small comic.)

A dramatic string arrangement in music can fill my head with all sorts of dreams. I can almost taste the imagery I’ll feel it so strongly. I need to channel that electricity into something. Normally it’ll be some song that I write down (in various colours) and then sing into some recording device. (Lately it’s my iPod, which I don’t even use anymore, but it has memo recording capabilities and I then I save it on my computer.)

I know this might sound cheesy, but in the last two years, I have developed a thing for sunsets. I am obsessed with the colours in the sky at dusk. The sky can become so breathtaking that I can gaze up at it for the entire time the sun goes down. Capturing it on film (digital) doesn’t really do it justice, but I try my best. Between the clouds and the colours, it all feels so calming and it helps ground me (even though I’m looking up ;) ).

I often think I need to compile all my sunset shots and have them printed up and hung up in my home. They remind me to breathe and just sit and enjoy life for a while. They make me want to write, but I haven’t been.

When I was young, we’d always summer on Lake Champlain in upstate NY. I’d spend hours out at the end of the dock, looking out at the water and writing. There’s something in water that makes me feel creative. If I get that creative over a lake, imagine if I lived near the sea? I’d be a songwriting machine!

I love texture and calm. I love dramatic string arrangements in the bridge of a song. My inspiration comes from something that I need to be able to feel right down to the core of my every being. I can’t feel a sunset, but the texture it creates in the sky almost seems touchable. It’s stuff like that that shocks me in the middle of my body, almost a gut reaction. It’ll kick my muse into gear if I can stay in one place mentally long enough. I don’t let myself feel that anymore. It’s almost as if I have created a wall to dam up the flow because I don’t have time to keep my head in the clouds. Daydreams have no time or place in the real world – especially in a corporate world.

But it’s time to start chipping at that barricade because I am desperate to feel something again. I need to look up at those sunsets, listen to some wonderfully soul-wrenching music and just let myself go.

Inspiration, here I come.

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Instagram Photo a Day 

Photo A Day August: Day 4 – Where I Sat: The driver’s seat of my car, to and from one of the most fun nights in a long time!

My Traditional Ode to Valentine’s Day

He Shoots Again

cupid’s arrow has done it again
just like a bull’s eye
it struck my heart
and made me love
he made me love
someone i can never have

oh, cupid is playing darts
with his bow and arrow
and my heart is the board
he shoots and he shoots some more
until my heart is sore
and he shoots again

i hear the laughter again
to him it’s just a game
there’s pleasure in my pain
and he made me love
he made me love
someone i’ll never have

without your help i can do just fine
please leave the choice up to me
look at all the pain you’ve caused
in all of history,
romeo and juliet, adam and eve
would have been just fine without you
why don’t you just leave?

and he shoots again
and he shoots again

he’s drunk on love’s passion
he’s crazy for love
he needs it, he wants it
he’ll take it ’til you’re sore
he’s just got to, got to
got to have more

and he shoots again

oh, cupid is playing darts
with his bow and arrow
and my heart is the board
he shoots and he shoots some more
until my heart is sore
and he shoots again

© cjh
february 4, 1993

If I had a dollar for every time someone asked me today “What are you doing for Valentine’s Day?” I’d be able to take my husband & I  out to dinner tonight. Of course, my reply was, “Nothing.” We just don’t care about this fake holiday at all. Never have. We are so insanely lovey-dovey every single day of the year, why bother? I don’t like hearts or chocolate, I like flowers, but not because you NEED to buy them. Today, for us, is just a day like any other.

Of course that doesn’t stop me from posting the song lyrics I wrote in 1993. Heh. I just realized now that I had been trying to record this song on Garage Band in the fall to post this year and completely forgot. Oh, well. As it was I said to my coworker “Oh! You’re big gala is this weekend! It’s pretty dress time!” to which replied that St. Patrick’s Day was in a month.

Oops. I’m apparently in the wrong month. Go, me.

I thought perhaps I should post this for my dear friend Kyle who seems to have expressed some displeasure over today. This one’s for you, Bento!