Description: The suggested forms were not something I was feeling today, the Villonet or Triolet; so I’m just going to free form it.

I'm a geek
Some would say a nerd
but writing
Code for money
Stole my creative process
It is so rigid,
It is too strict,
No creative license, just a
product license.
I've been numb.
I've lost my feels.
It's not the code's fault.
I must find the balance. 
I'm sure there's one.
Between creatively expressing myself
And earning a wage 
Big enough to allow me to create.
Because, some time ago, love said to me
Work to live, do not live to work. 
I hear you now, though you're gone.
I wish I heard. I wish I learned.
Sooner. 
Energy, reincarnate, my best foot forward
Shall pass your message forward, 
You shall be eternal. You were my favorite geek,
Some would say a nerd.

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Prompt: Write for ten minutes about creating from the heart. When I made the above collage, I was trying to heal my heart (emotional not physical). What does it mean to create from the heart? Reach in and dig deep. Where is the center of your creativity?

                     do you            really
           think that creative           writing can come
       can come from anywhere         but the heart? It is just
           that sometimes my        heart hurts. Words that
               flow are useless     while my heart doesn't
                     shine. Ask       Gaiman, he knows all
                          about the         dusty heart who
                               without        her truth 
                                   just          cannot
                                       shine

I had a hard time with this one. Maybe I wasn’t feeling heart full. Maybe I was feeling heart broken. Maybe I’m not as recovered as I thought. What I’d really like to achieve is the “broken heart” but with each half making sense as stand alone prose, but if read together they make sense. I’ll try to cycle back to this.

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Prompt: Find colored pens, crayons, watercolors, or whatever you have that you can use to put color on the page. Remember, don’t worry about the outcome, just swirl the colors around the page. When you feel complete, write for ten minutes about your thoughts and feelings before, during and after putting color to the page. 

Note: I did not color, instead I envisioned swirling my fingers through a squishy beady mix of glittery softness while listening to the drums from the OctPoWriMo Youtube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5cV5DHaVKv4

I remember this girl,
the one who loves to play
with words on her fingers
scrolling them through breaths
and weaving them through the tendrils
of her very existence.

I remember this girl, who cries because her
characters are experiencing broken hearts,
who are more real to her than the person driving
the car in the lane next to hers.
I remember this girl, who gasps because their verity and conformance
are about to merge them into a lane they were not expected to take.

I remember this girl, who laughed herself to wake,
because the words filtered through her dreams
into her sunrise.

I remember this girl. I never want to forget
that I am the girl I remember.