Cee Arr

4 days ago | ceearr33.medium.com | Cee Arr

…I’m trying to just keep going. Warning: refs. to death & bereavementI’ve had more than a few setbacks in my life over the last few years — the low earnings from writing online doesn’t even make my top 50. Still, it’s irritating to once again find myself at low numbers that I thought I’d left behind. BUT — I made more on certain platforms than I did last month. While in March I came in at just under $2, in April I made $2.50.

6 days ago | medium.com | Cee Arr

We’re so used to seeing our media as the finished product that we rarely think about the component parts……the drafts. The demos. The practice runs and prototypes. I’ve been listening to My Chemical Romance’s Living With Ghosts again this week. MCR, for those not in the know, are one of the three foundational, iconic, emo bands, known as the holy emo trinity.

1 week ago | medium.com | Cee Arr |Mehmet Yildiz

Master of GamesPhoto by Hassan Pasha on UnsplashThe games are set to turn your headsto make you think you can succeedwhen all the time the only thingthat benefits is corporate greedThe only way to win, dear friends,when the games have been rigged from the start,is to cling tight to the heart of what you do — only you control your art. More from me:

1 week ago | ceearr33.medium.com | Cee Arr

PoetryCaught in the in-betweenbetween who I amand who they all thinkI should beAm I even human to you? Too odd for the oddcategoriesA million textbookswhich I defyCaught in the crossfireof humanity’sexpectationsBetween a rock and a hard placeI push my roots downand my leaves up. I try to reach the sky. Maybe thenI’ll be free of theseexpectations. Author’s note: not sure about this one, but in the spirit of draft day, I’m pushing publish! Lol.

1 week ago | medium.com | Cee Arr

Poetry I used to be able to fly — call it a metaphor, if you like, but it’s true, all the same I used to be able to fly — skimming the air between floor and stair, I let myself float instead of fall There’s no feeling quite like it I used to be able to fly — in one of those precious in-between moments, where the sun shone and no-one was dying I used to be able to fly — one of those stolen true-daydreams, before the weight of the world fell in, when happiness was possible I used to be able to...