An experiment in creativity
Take your bad dreams
Your fears,
Your doubts
Take them down to the winding river
Set them in the water,
And watch them go
Down, down, down
Till the river tips,
The water bends,
And then they fall,
Nightmares, fears, doubts and all,
Down the wayfaring waterfall.
The Hub of CreatiV is online!!
WELCOME ALL! I am the Master of the Hub, Dusty_PlZ, and this is Studio CreatiV!
Here, I will post stories, poems, and the occasional bit of personal news. Be sure to check in from time to time to see what is new! This whole experience is new to me, so bear with me, as I don’t really know what I’m doing (*embarassed LOL*!)
Now, onward!!!
You saw me weeping
Down by the roadway,
Clutching my heartstrings
Wanting to feel again
You went and showed me
The light in my darkness
While I was knowing
I’d have to bury you.
Sorry for taking
So long to come back
Your children are lovely
And look at how tall you’ve grown.
I’ll tell my new friends
Good things about you
They’ll never meet you
I had to bury you.
People are always talking about leaving a legacy—
A testament to their history, their accomplishments.
The worst try to subvert truth and make themselves look like saints
And, depending on their wealth and status, they succeed.
Some want their legacy to be known not by tales, but deeds—
A great act, or a terrible crime.
Making a mark on the world that lingers on, becoming legend.
What should we leave behind—
Tales, or deeds?
Should it be both?
And what if we have nothing to leave?
I haven’t been writing as much as I used too. You’re aware of that, I’m aware of that, and I apologize.
The main reason for my lack of writing is because I have taken a renewed interest in sketching. Here’s two of my works as follows…
What do you all think of my art? Would you like me to share more? Let me know. Till next time!
Authority is evil, and we all know it
Attracting the worst of society,
The degenerates and the sociopaths.
The halls of power are lined with the blood of the innocent.
The revolutionaries, the dreamers, the pure
All victims
All to be sacrificed by the mighty
At the altar of power.
We must rise.
We must fight the powerful
Any way we can.
And in fighting we may die
But to live under the powerful is worse.
Alone in the world
Naysayers abound
“You are wrong” they say
“You false prophet!”
They spit and curse at you.
“How DARE you question our god!!”
If they only knew
That their god was false
Like the last one was.
Gotta keep moving.
To stay in this town is death.
New gods every 4 years and nothing gets better…
Yet no one cares.
“We got our god” they say
“And they do no wrong
For their shit is golden
And smells of strawberries.”
They are starving, filthy, poor
Hopeless!!
HOPELESS!!!!
Must keep going…
Just a few more miles to go.
Maybe there will be sanity in the next town…
Describe something you learned in high school.
Junior High wasn’t a good time for me. The first year, I was bullied till I had several paranoid/mental breakdowns and my parents threatened to sue the school. Next year, I spent a lot of time avoiding school-my mind associated the place with trauma (wonder why…)
However, between being pelted with urine-soaked paper towels and playing hooky to avoid the previous sentence I took a beginner class in German. That class was probably the best time I ever had in Jr High…
I learned a few words and phrases that cling to my mind to this day. I learned to count to ten:
Einz
Zwei
Drei
Fehr
Fumf
Sechs
Seiben
Acht
Neun
Zehn! And I probably mangled the spelling of a lot of those (I remember the sound of the numbers more than the spelling…)
I learned that a beautiful woman (or a fly honey in 90’s speak) was a honig- also the word for what bees make!
But, most importantly…
I learned that apfelkuchen (apple cake) tastes awesome and kicks MAJOR ASS!! Story behind that lesson is my teacher brought over a custom baked apple cake for the class. I was so enamored by the taste-the caramel over the apples, the cinnamon crumbles-I not only had seconds, I said out loud “Man, apfelkuchen kicks ass!” Which garnered a laugh from my classmates.
Like I said, best time I had in Jr high.
Till next time!
Been experimenting with making memes for a short time and I wanna share what I made! Here they are…
I know this has less than nothing to do with writing-sorry. But I like it cuz it’s a way to be creative in bite size bits. Some things take less than a sentence to say…
Till next time!
What job would you do for free?
Would I work my dream job… for free?
Such a silly question!
Even if it were my dream job,
Payment for services is important.
Why should anyone work for free?
That is slavery!
Which,
Last time I checked,
Was ILLEGAL.
Work for free?
No such thing!
Which aspects do you think makes a person unique?
What makes us unique
Is in the personality-how we act and react to people and other stimuli
It’s in our experiences-the events both personal and societal that shape us
It’s in our traumas-the bad times and how we deal with them
It’s in our triumphs-victories both big and small.
What makes us unique? One question with a million different answers.
But in the end,
What makes us all unique is… just us.
Oh, Rona
Why must you hurt me so?
I didn’t mean to cross you,
And now I wish you’d go
Hey Rona,
How did life make you so cruel?
Life is hard as it is
Without you breaking the rules
Please Rona
Why don’t you make up your mind
Will you leave my life quickly
Could you ever be so kind?
Rona, Rona, oh ohh Rona…
In honor of my coronavirus infection I got over the weekend. Till next time!
Studio CreatiV: The Writings and poetry of Dustin Plank