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November Notes 2019

The fourth-annual November Notes is back!

Are you as excited as I am?

Here’s the rundown.
The guidelines are the same.

  • Each day during the month of November,
    a new song will be your prompt.
  • Take whatever part of the day’s selection
    that resonates with you the most.
  • Create something. Anything.
    Art, poetry, flash fiction, photography — the choice is yours.
  • Share it anywhere — just be sure to use the right tag.
    • #novembernotes2019 on social media, NovemberNotes on WordPress, #November Notes on Tumblr.
  • My co-host, the very talented Nicole Hartley — and I will do our best to show our support.
  • Also, Yellow Penguin, NYC is graciously supporting this month of creativity.

To listen and follow along to each
of the songs on Spotify, click here.

  1. The Comedown (3 AM) by Empara Mi
  2. Ambivalence by Tanuki
  3. Bones by Low Roar
  4. I Don’t Care (ft. Adam Grontier) by Apocalyptica
  5. Eyes by Ex Makina
  6. What I Wouldn’t Give by We The Kings
  7. Miles To Go by Stateless
  8.  I Of The Storm by Of Monsters And Men
  9. Wildfire (alternate version) by SYML
  10. Quiet by This Will Destroy You
  11. Heart Of The Darkness by Tommee Proffitt
  12. Empathy by Audiomachine
  13. Everybody’s Free (To wear Sunscreen) by Baz Lurhmann, Quintin Tarver, Josh Abrams
  14. Shadows Fall by Random Forest
  15. Casualty by Hidden Citizens
  16. Your Soul by Hippie Sabotage
  17. Paradise Circus (Gui Boratto remix) by Massive Attack
  18. Recreational by Aaron Krause
  19. Catch Fire by The Neon Lights
  20. Counting by Autre Ne Veut
  21. ‘Till Sunrise (ft. Mammals) by Goldroom
  22. Bones by Dustin Tebbutt
  23. BloodStutter by Handsome Ghost
  24. Ivory by MOVEMENT
  25. Clouds Are Sleeping by The Abbasi Brothers
  26. The Illusion Of Order by Red Sparrow
  27. Hunger Of The Pine by Alt-j
  28. Until Then… by Sully Erna
  29. In For The Kill by Billie Marten
  30. Silhouette (ft. Ellie Goulding) by Active Child

We look forward to seeing your wonderful creations!

~Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Bask In The Light

“No matter how broken you think you are,
bask in the light you find.”

Life is made up of moments. Good or bad, they are meant to be felt. They are meant to be lived. For the longest time, I was certain the bad outweighed all the good. Like a stain on a pristine cloth. But I’ve realized the good might not have come from all the wrong. All the hurt. All the darkness and shadows that haunt us from our pasts only make the light more vivid. More contrasting. It makes the good parts stand out that much more. So no matter how broken you think you are, bask in the light you find.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

Find the light
and don’t ever let it go.

Poetry

Icy Drops On Heated Skin

“I will always love that sweet
November rain when I’m with you.”

I felt the icy drops against my heated skin and let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Everything was on fire. The blood in my veins. My muscles as they flexed and moved as if I was painting a masterpiece. Even the landscape around me, as it roared with orange flames, seemed like it was frozen in place. Like even time couldn’t end that moment. But that rain. How sweet it was to keep me from combusting.

And being there with you, was an experience I would never forget.

© Sarah Doughty

I will always love that sweet
November rain when I’m with you.

This was written for day thirty
of November Notes.
November Rain
by Guns ‘N Roses

Poetry

The Hunger

“I felt the hunger that crawled
beneath your skin like a fever.
And darling, I wanted you too.”

I saw the look in your eyes, locked with mine, as if you were a lion stalking your prey. And maybe that’s what you were doing. I could feel the hunger that crawled beneath your skin like a fever. I could feel it radiating off you like the beating of a drum. My heart responded instantly. Quickening its pace in anticipation of you. My body awakened from its slumber in the next instant. In that moment, all I wanted was you.

And those eyes. Those eyes of yours. They saw right through me. They read my soul like it was an open book. Somehow, I didn’t mind, because it meant I could read yours too.

© Sarah Doughty

Those haunting eyes of yours
were burned into my memory.

This was written for day twenty-nine
of November Notes.
The Hunger In Your Haunt
by Crywolf

Poetry

Using Me Was Worth It

“Darling, you were the one
that decided that using me
was worth the pain you’d cause.”

Oh but darling, I’ve been hurt worse before. But these fragments of my soul have become too many. You see, I’ve been broken for so long that I don’t know how to hold all these pieces of myself together any longer. Eventually, after so much heartache, loss, and pain — even things that were done with the intention to hurt the most, like a bullet to the heart — eventually, the dam will break.

And the world will come crashing down.

That’s what happened when you decided that your needs mattered more than this broken existence. That using me was worth the pain you’d cause.

© Sarah Doughty

But I’ll survive this too.
It’s what I do.
Just remember:
this says a lot more
about you
than it does for me.

This was written for day twenty-eight
of November Notes.
Hurt
by Johnny Cash

Poetry

Miracles Like You

“I am thankful
for the miracles
in my life.
Like you.”

It’s a bittersweet thing, to find yourself growing older. Another year gone. But this year, instead of mourning what couldn’t be, I’m celebrating the fact that I’m still here. That I’m still able to see miracles every day. To see the faces of the ones I love. Like you.

© Sarah Doughty

So thank you,
for spending this moment with me.
Thank you for being here.
Thank you for making this one special.

Happy birthday to me.

This was written for day twenty-seven
of November Notes.
Adagio In E Minor
by The City Of Prague Philharmonic

Poetry

A High Price

“Never give in.
Never let up.
Because living is worth it.”

Though I didn’t know it at the time, when I was a child, I paid a high price to survive. I didn’t even realize that was what I was doing, but there I was, barely old enough to establish long term memories, and I was fighting for my life. I spent years like that. Clawing my way through my days like I could make it to the next peak and I’d find the end of the mountainsides — that I’d find the day when I wouldn’t have to keep fighting. This is what it means to be a survivor. To never give in. To never let up. Because living is worth it.

© Sarah Doughty

So don’t ever stop fighting.

This was written for day twenty-six
of November Notes.
The Price
by Twisted Sister

Poetry

Take My Hand

“Because, darling,
all of my dreams
begin and end
with you.”

Won’t you follow me where our dreams are pulling us? Just like a tide, guided by the moon, take my hand and let’s escape. I would love to see that carefree smile across your face again. To see the sunlight hit your eyes and cast off an endless kaleidoscope of blue. Darling, if you just come with me, we will find new adventures. We will make our own stories to tell. Because, all of my dreams begin and end with you. And I know, if we are together, we will make it through anything.

© Sarah Doughty

So, darling, take my hand.

This was written for day twenty-five
of November Notes.
Across The Sea
by The Sweeplings

Poetry

Everything I Couldn’t Be

“You, my love, are everything
I couldn’t be, way back when.
And I will fight for you
to stay that way.”

Darling, you don’t ever have to worry about me. Because I would give anything — do anything — just to keep you safe. I will maintain that beautiful innocence of yours for as long as I can. You are the light in my life, and the breath in my lungs. You are everything to me. You are worth it.

You are the greatest gift. The ultimate achievement. You are light and pure. Bright and bubbly. Innocent. You are everything I couldn’t be, way back when. For that little girl that missed out on that kind of life, I want you to live it. I will fight for you if I have to. And I would sacrifice everything to make sure you can be this happy kid as long as possible.

That little girl grew up with claws.

© Sarah Doughty

For the little boy in my life
that calls me a beautiful princess
whenever I wear a dress.
The one who looks at me
and doesn’t see something
lost and broken.
He sees someone beautiful.
He sees me for who I am
and loves me all the same.

How could I have been so lucky?

This was written for day twenty-four
of November Notes.
The Joker
by The Steve Miller Band

Poetry

Are You Man Enough

“The moment we met face to face,
I knew only one of us
would make it out alive.”

The moment we met face to face, I knew only one of us would make it out alive. It was me against the monster, the monster against his trained puppet. Did she manage to crawl her way out of the darkness and stand on her two feet again? I’m sure that came as a surprise to you. You thought you broke me. You thought I couldn’t stand my ground. But here I am, ready to face you. Ready to die than to ever submit again. So let’s get this done.

© Sarah Doughty

Are you man enough to take me on
now that I have a backbone?

This was written for day twenty-three
of November Notes.
Pistols At Dawn
by Seinabo Sey