Talking to Myself: A Manifesto for the EgocentricI’ve been told I talk to myself when I think no one is listening.Talking to Myself: A Manifesto for the Egocentric by GuinevereToGwen
ME: That’s all writing is.
ME: Inner monologues.
ME: Discussions with the self.
ME: I’ve written several novels worth of words to tell myself how selfish I am, or that I’ve fallen in love with the wrong person again, or that dying was never a viable option in the first place. I write to tell readers the same thing.
ME: My words are meant to teach others what I couldn’t teach myself. To save others just like writing has saved me thousands of times.
People say that art and beauty only come to life when there’s an audience.
ADAM GWON (sung): For beautiful to happen, the beautiful has got to be seen.
ME: That’s Adam Gwon. He shows up here, sometimes. He is often wrong.
ADAM GWON: Hey! No I’m n—
ME: For example, I disagree with this line from a song he wrote, called “Beautiful”. Art exists and fulfills a need before it is even seen or read or hear
The Last Great ExperimentThere are ministers and bankersThe Last Great Experiment by GuinevereToGwen
and accountants and statisticians
and they love the world, love the world,
they love the numbers they crunch
because they swell and grow and mature
with every snap of their teeth.
They steal and cheat and lie
and drain the planet of its resources
of its sources of life
but they love the world, love the world,
they love every pile of waste
and every cloud of smog
because the planet is slowly dying
and so are we
and so are they.
There are doctors and surgeons
and lawyers and judges
and they love the world, love the world,
they love their little guinea pigs
diagnosed with the fatal disease of
life: contagious, vertically-transmitted,
the infection to end all pandemics,
to end what’s left of the guinea pig population.
And we steal and cheat and lie
and sue the ones who were always on our side,
who sidled up to us when we were alone,
and the lawyers love us
and the judges love us
because we hate each other
and the doctors love us
and the surgeons love u
How Time Passes When the World Stands StillShe squeezes my hand on the busHow Time Passes When the World Stands Still by GuinevereToGwen
when the sky turns so dark
that our reflections gaze at us,
winking from behind the glass,
and she whispers to me that the next stop
is the train station, asking
how far I think we could get
with the sixty bucks
in her left breast pocket.
I Failed High SchoolTrigger warning: suicidal thoughts and self-harmI Failed High School by GuinevereToGwen
I failed at high school -
not the classes, no -
those I passed with flying colours
and certificates to show off
No, I failed high school
because I drank alone in the empty apartment
while reading Midsummer Summer Night's Dream.
He's a mistake I didn't make,
she's a chance I didn't take;
I have no stories of my own
to tell the children I'll never have.
I failed because at all three schools
I had the privilege to attend,
I was tempted by the bottle of pills in my backpack.
Carpets that refuse to swallow you up
taste the same in all countries.
Dust and febreeze and a sprinkle of cat litter.
Don't tell me that life is worth living.
It's been my mantra from day one.
They make me repeat it to myself
every morning in the mirror
as I swallow the capsules that are supposed
to bring a smile to my face.
They work when I sleep well,
when I crawl into bed and don't ask my pillow to smother me
when I open my eyes not disappo
UnfathomableI have been told that my eyes
are like someone bottled you up
and poured your color into my irises.
Sure, it’s a lovely compliment,
but I am not you.
You are a child playing dress-up
with your sister’s coats and frocks
because you want to be something bigger;
and she’s sweltering with jealousy
that you can wear those grays and blues
better than she ever could.
You are an angst-ridden teen
who dyed and spiked her hair
to hear her mother scream,
and no matter how many times
she tells you that your boyfriend
is a washed up good-for-nothing,
you keep coming back to kiss the shoreline
because you think that his love feels right.
You are a middle-aged mother
glancing over her shoulder
to check for those nosy neighbors
while putting up your new windowpanes
of sapphire stained glass to cloak
those blistering waves that occupy
your pristine, picket fence house.
You are the woman that sailors
have sworn to for centuries
and the woman that will keep
scientists surprised for year
Aspiring novelist, sunriser, entropist, bisexual, and resident poetastrophe.
Currently a student in Canada who dreams of spending the rest of her life writing novels and short stories on a houseboat. Fond of classic literature and musical theatre, I love snowflakes, hot air balloons, and typewriters, although I've never used one and doubt I would enjoy it.
I write short stories, poetry, songs, plays, screenplays, musicals, articles, anything and everything that can be written, I'm writing. My current writing projects include my two novels, Columbia Uncharted and After Florence, and a collaborative novel with NGBookworm97, Sunriser.
Nice Things People Have Said About Me
"Danielle’s gallery is packed full of intriguing and clever pieces to peruse, on her multi-faceted profile. Whether in sharing her novels brimming over with moving tales or reading a touching story or poem from a unique angle, she’s written something for everyone to enjoy."
"What I love most about her writing is her character development and her observation/analysis of other human beings...including her honest evaluations of herself and her feelings.
Danielle is one of the most imaginative storytellers I know and, time after time, her writing touches me in some way, whether because I relate to it personally or am simply fascinated by it."
"GuinevereToGwen is a sweetheart in every sense of the word. Her work just sweeps you off your feet with her incredible control of literary devices."
"I just recently discovered her writing, and I was blown away by how well put together her prose is. I aspire to one day be able to write as well as she does."
"GuinevereToGwen is possibly my best internet buddy. She is just.. wow. She's always trying new things with her writing, and she's always participating in competitions and coming up with new, cool group ideas. She's super nice and her poetry is phenomenal, as is her prose and her stagewriting. She's just all around talented."
"You are now a magical writer unicorn."
Favourite plays: Lots of musicals (Next to Normal, Rent, Les Mis, The Last 5 Years, Chicago), Angels in America, and anything Shakespeare (my favourites include Much Ado About Nothing and Hamlet)
Favourite poets: Allen Ginsberg • Karin Gottshall • Robert Frost • tori aitken
Favourite colour: Yellow