writing
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I feel I am molten, Lava bubbling and shifting just beneath my skin, Waiting to erupt forth in a brilliant spectacle of despair, And rebirth. My muscles can’t stay stagnant, My blood courses with new vigor, My body ready to awaken, And create something beautiful.
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Maybe you’re right. Maybe I let go too soon, Tapped out when I should have stayed in, Let things go when they got too tough, Gave up, Gave in. Maybe I am a coward, For leaving, For tapping out, For wanting to protect myself, For wanting to chase my own happiness, Instead of feeling like…
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Everything about you is beautiful. Your eyes, bright, but guarded, And for good reason. Your lips, withdrawn, curled in on themselves, But soft enough to soothe the pain. Things will take time, But when you smile– God, when you smile!– And your eyes and your lips blossom, Everything seems right.
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Grief is the price you pay for having joy, If I smile today, Will I grieve tomorrow? If my heart is so full, Will it shatter tomorrow? If not tomorrow, The next day, Next year? When? Maybe when I try and spread joy, All I touch becomes grief. If I’m aware of that, Can I…
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This morning I finished my 2016 Nano Novel (with outline included) at just under 150K. Now it’s time to return to book one and rewrite. Today, book 1 begins again. The rest of the year is the rest of the series. I’m reaching my 2017 writing goals.
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No matter what kind of writing project you attempt, you are going to run into roadblocks, or writer’s block, or mental blocks. All kinds of blocks are bad. I recently won NaNoWriMo 2016 with a whopping 100K. It was such a huge accomplishment considering the past few years I have always struggled to write every…
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Hello everyone! I know I have been absent for longer than I should have been, especially since I was trying to do a prompt daily, but here I am! I know around this time of year a lot of people do their New Years Resolutions and Goals for change. Yes, this is one of those…
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You are my sunshine, My only Sunshine. When we met you were the only bright spot in my life. Everything else was shit and that night that you introduced yourself was the night that I felt like I could breathe again, like the storms in my life had finally ceased. You make me happy, When…
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She folds her hands so you don’t see the bruises. The hides her gaze so you don’t see her bloodshot eyes. She tries not to wince when you take hold of her and show her something you’re proud of. She covers up so you don’t see the scars and burns. Your muse has been fighting…
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Sometimes the most frightening thing is facing ourselves. We look into the mirror and think of all the bad things, all of the worse things that we’ve done, or will do. We criticize ourselves the worst. My eyes are too droopy. My nose is too big for my face. I have too many wrinkles when…
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There are moments when you want to give up, when nothing is going your way and everything is crumbling around you. Those are the moments when you find out what you are made of. Your decision at that moment determines if you quit and quietly fall into nothingness or if you rise and overcome and…
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The rhythm is monotonous and comfortable sometimes, and yet you no find comfort in that. You think that living after tonight will be a nightmare, but you’re wrong. The nightmare is not waking up tomorrow and seeing the sunrise, the smiles on small children as they pass, the beautiful chaos that is human interaction. The…
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The days don’t stop. You either persevere or you perish. Yes, it will be hard, but you can get through it. Just put on some good music and dance.
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You wish things had ended differently. That she would have done more, that you could have done less. You just want things to have been different. You wouldn’t have said what you had said if you knew how things were going to go. Sure, you felt it, and she eventually said it back, but it…
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Memories are the silent killer, the ones that wrap around your head and whisper into your ear that you could have done everything to change the thing you fear the most. Or worse, the ones that sweetly sing that song of regret where if you had changed one thing, Made one phone call, sent one…
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Your head is spinning. You can’t believe how weak and powerless you feel over one simple bit of information. How strong you felt when you first started and now you have never felt so defeated. All it takes is one word, one quick action to make everything go from amazing to complete disaster. One moment…
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Failure is not an option. You tell yourself this over and over again, Until it becomes a permanent mantra. You have to finish this project, Before the month rolls over to a new one. You have already reached close enough, To taste the sweet success, Of the winner’s circle. But you have your own goals. …
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Now that she has fully disappeared, the world has changed. The sky is darker, more stormy, more clouds and less blue. The air itself is electrified with torment, and when the chilled wind blows all you hear is her voice, beckoning you back to the better days. Warmer days. You miss the spring and her…
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She’s slowly disappearing. The artist, the creative, The crazy. She is being replaced. The analytical, the theorist, The Calm under all circumstances. So you paint your skin with permanent ink, And pierce your skin with loud colored metals, And hope you recognize yourself in the mirror, Through the work professional attire, And the fake smiles. …
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You look for an exit, whether through the trees or the sea of people, or even from the prison of your body. You can’t find one, so you choose to fight. Them, the situation, everything you hate, and even yourself. You hope you’re dreaming, that you’ll wake up in your bed, safe and sound. But…