I dare you, you big black bird
pick me up with your talons
flap your feathered wings
sweep me off my feet
and just take me away
to the far off land, where no
troubles lay, no tears, no
death, no heartbreak.
Take away the blood
in my veins, inject only
a brain so I can twirl
in the wind. Leave out
the heart, for it only hurts,
but let me keep my arms and my legs
so I can dance on the tops of fluffy
clouds or slide down a rainbow.
Let me keep my fingers so I can
dip them into a pot of gold,
glistening with jewels. But carve
out the heart, chisel your initials
let drain of the red dripping liquid.
Just take me.
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
Battle
Mind cries no don't you dare
You're better than those tears.
It screams to stop, to get it together.
But the heart yells back yes
With its ax ready to attack
It does what it pleases.
The battle reigns on, the clang
Of chain mail and steel
And yet the tears flow
The droplets of blood from the dead.
The Reason Writers Tackle NaNo
We are doing this because we're crazy writers with a strive to do awesome things that people would only dream of doing. We are doing this because we have motivation to spend our days, drinking coffee and discovering main characters. We are doing this because through writing, we understand more about ourselves and the world around us. We are taken in by the world we have created. We meet new people, we discover traits and personalities and situations that we ourselves may never land in.
We are doing this because we have a need. We have a need to keep on writing and keep on dreaming. We write because we have an active imagination. An imagination that cannot just stay in the mind. It has to branch out and have an outlet.
This is why we tackle something as crazy as NaNo. Yes, it's 50,000 words in a month. Yes we go crazy on caffeine or blast music or shoo everyone away that attempts to mess up our word sprint or the sentence we were in the middle of.
Yes, these novels may or may not actually go somewhere. Maybe it'll get published, maybe it'll be in a writing portfolio for a later class. Maybe it will just sit on our computer. But we will have accomplished something big. We will have accomplished what we set out to do.
To all my fellow NaNoers not only in June, but in August and November, write and keep on writing. Because this is what we do best.
We are doing this because we have a need. We have a need to keep on writing and keep on dreaming. We write because we have an active imagination. An imagination that cannot just stay in the mind. It has to branch out and have an outlet.
This is why we tackle something as crazy as NaNo. Yes, it's 50,000 words in a month. Yes we go crazy on caffeine or blast music or shoo everyone away that attempts to mess up our word sprint or the sentence we were in the middle of.
Yes, these novels may or may not actually go somewhere. Maybe it'll get published, maybe it'll be in a writing portfolio for a later class. Maybe it will just sit on our computer. But we will have accomplished something big. We will have accomplished what we set out to do.
To all my fellow NaNoers not only in June, but in August and November, write and keep on writing. Because this is what we do best.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Revelation
There's always a risk in life,
always a cliff to almost fall
off of, or a robbery almost
to be caught in. But life
can't flash before your eyes
until you have been in the
middle of a drive by.
Something watches over us,
as a car chase turns into a crash
morphs into a gun fight
on your usual walk to work.
And after the fact, when you
realize that you were almost there
had you not taken a different path,
something stops you and makes you
begin to take in the thought of life
being so precious, so valuable,
every second. Appreciate every
little moment, every minute
of who you're with or what
you're doing. Because once you're
faced with that car chase
or the robbery or the cliff,
you'll have spent your life right.
always a cliff to almost fall
off of, or a robbery almost
to be caught in. But life
can't flash before your eyes
until you have been in the
middle of a drive by.
Something watches over us,
as a car chase turns into a crash
morphs into a gun fight
on your usual walk to work.
And after the fact, when you
realize that you were almost there
had you not taken a different path,
something stops you and makes you
begin to take in the thought of life
being so precious, so valuable,
every second. Appreciate every
little moment, every minute
of who you're with or what
you're doing. Because once you're
faced with that car chase
or the robbery or the cliff,
you'll have spent your life right.
Payphone- Maroon 5
"If "Happy Ever After" did exist,
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairy tales are full of sh*t
One more f***ing love song, I'll be sick."
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairy tales are full of sh*t
One more f***ing love song, I'll be sick."
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Dear God
Dear God,
Sometimes, laying in bed, curled up in layers of quilts
to try and save myself from the chill of the cool summer air,
I think of the troubles in the world, and fold my hands
in a deep, personal prayer, speaking to you, God.
I pray for my family, my friends, my colleagues,
even those that have hurt me. I ask for solace
in my problems, stitches to heal my heartbreak
and to simply hand them up to you, God.
I apologize for being out of touch, I find a way
to pray on my own, without the flash, without
the organization, just you and me, because I know
I have a special place in your heart, God.
So help me to open up, let you enter with joy,
say a silent Hail Mary, a simple Our Father,
to take me higher, help me with every step
because I trust in you, my dear God.
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Me
Sometimes, laying in bed, curled up in layers of quilts
to try and save myself from the chill of the cool summer air,
I think of the troubles in the world, and fold my hands
in a deep, personal prayer, speaking to you, God.
I pray for my family, my friends, my colleagues,
even those that have hurt me. I ask for solace
in my problems, stitches to heal my heartbreak
and to simply hand them up to you, God.
I apologize for being out of touch, I find a way
to pray on my own, without the flash, without
the organization, just you and me, because I know
I have a special place in your heart, God.
So help me to open up, let you enter with joy,
say a silent Hail Mary, a simple Our Father,
to take me higher, help me with every step
because I trust in you, my dear God.
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Me
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Just a Chick Flick
That chick flick, those stars on the screen
make everything look so easy. You're
Serendipity, Sleepless in Seattle,
Must Love Dogs, the Wedding Date,
27 Dresses and Leap Year.
It's all too simple.
Just a kiss, a hand hold, one
touch, one hug, one look.
It's not real, but oh how we imagine
the fairy tale, the sparks, the fireworks.
We would like to still believe
at some point in our lives,
it will pull off the curtain, off the mask
and reveal itself on its own.
make everything look so easy. You're
Serendipity, Sleepless in Seattle,
Must Love Dogs, the Wedding Date,
27 Dresses and Leap Year.
It's all too simple.
Just a kiss, a hand hold, one
touch, one hug, one look.
It's not real, but oh how we imagine
the fairy tale, the sparks, the fireworks.
We would like to still believe
at some point in our lives,
it will pull off the curtain, off the mask
and reveal itself on its own.
Box of Cookies
That box of cookies, sitting on the counter,
so innocent yet so sweet inside, fought over
by grabbing hands, tearing at the package.
The person who had the box of cookies,
left it, abandoned on the counter, never
wanted it to begin with, so left for others
to deal with and to fight over. Each little
cookie, different than its neighbor,
a different facet of personality.
Everyone loves cookies, tries to eat and snatch
but only one can actually eat the cookie,
only one can possess its delicious taste.
The poor box of cookies, so much attention
and yet so lonely, unsure, sitting
until something good comes along.
so innocent yet so sweet inside, fought over
by grabbing hands, tearing at the package.
The person who had the box of cookies,
left it, abandoned on the counter, never
wanted it to begin with, so left for others
to deal with and to fight over. Each little
cookie, different than its neighbor,
a different facet of personality.
Everyone loves cookies, tries to eat and snatch
but only one can actually eat the cookie,
only one can possess its delicious taste.
The poor box of cookies, so much attention
and yet so lonely, unsure, sitting
until something good comes along.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Update!
I hope you guys are cheering because I think it's working. I am currently at 6,561 words and it's only Day 3! My goal by midnight tonight is to make the 10,000 word mark. I may be coming back to this blog before June 30 with how things are going!
Friday, June 1, 2012
Urgent Notice About Content
As a writer, I have taken on the challenge known as Camp NaNowrimo. Based off National Novel Writing Month, this challenge includes writing a 50,000 word novel in a month. It just started today, June 1, and goes until June 30. As a participant of this challenge, I will be putting all my writing focus on my story, Tossed. For my followers, that means that there will probably not be any June 2012 content. I may throw something up if I get intense inspiration for a poem, but right now, my concentration MUST be on NaNo. I hope you root me on! If interested in camp, please visit http://campnanowrimo.org.
Already, by 10 a.m. on June 1, I have written 1,226 words. It's a great start to what promises to be an amazing month. Thank you followers for understanding.
Already, by 10 a.m. on June 1, I have written 1,226 words. It's a great start to what promises to be an amazing month. Thank you followers for understanding.
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