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sea saltThe open breeze of the seven seas
children play at the shores
leading to a life of evermore
Singing and laughter
of a story of everafter
IncantemSumbling, settling lingers from within
what have I become?
The stranger from deep within
Where has it all gone
I'm lost to the city of sorrows beneath
Trembling and weakening my tears drown me so
A gem, a shard. Its before my eyes.
A linger, a story, fury of the frights
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" Reaching the top of the hill, the young traveler mounted with the cadence of a wild animal; yet, something more. Upon her arrival, her eyes were met with death. It surrounded her. Enveloped her. The smell of ash and flames saturated the air. Red st
Thank YouYou have opened my heart in a wild way
You've stolen the key and uncovered my mysteries
Things that I never even knew about myself
I have learned because of you
WrongIs it wrong
To love men
You've never met?
Is it wrong
To swoon and cry and dream
You’ll never meet?
Is it wrong to imagine
A life lost
In another dimension?
Where everything you wished
Is it wrong
To be frozen in your tracks
By eyes that stab you
Through a screen?
Is it wrong to let a voice fill your soul
And let a smile warm your heart?
Is it wrong to find comfort
In imaginary arms?
When all hope is gone
And despair comes with the night?
Is it wrong
To love men
I’ve never met?
Factual Side of FictionWhat is writing?
To a colorless mind, it’s just words.
To a naked mind, it’s just a story.
To a writer, there are facts behind fiction.
Facts as in the main character,
Or his/her supporting characters,
Being what the author is
Or was in their unforgiving past ¿
Hidden behind paragraphs,
Concealed behind sentences,
Masked behind words,
Buried behind every syllable,
And even blanketed behind the space.
By now, you may get the point.
But let me ask you,
What do you see underneath words?
¿ǝɯ ǝǝs noʎ op
Now, what do you see in plain sight?
“May the odds be ever in your favor” ¿
“The lion fell in love with the lamb” ¿
“To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure” ¿
What I see, as a writer, I see the factual side of fiction.
Placed upon quotes, I see sayings the authors have lived up to in reality.
Polish them off with you
ConscienceI still hear him inside my head
I'll always be here
It's like he never left
I never did, never will
He brought along so much for me to choose
I showed you paths that no one else could
But now he brings only one
One is all you need
But that path isn't always lit
And yet you chose to continue
Didn't know where else to go
What about another road?
You gave me no other choice
You had plenty before
But now all I can do is move forward
That's a loss and a gain
This road is such a loss
In that your life is in a toss
But, then again, it is a gain
Continue on without refrain
But there will be obstacles
There always has been
Are you an obstacle?
Perhaps. Depends on what an obstacle seems to you
Well, you're always in here, a comfort
And I always will be
The road still lies ahead
But I'm afraid of the end
Don't be afraid of uncer
Mr MrWith words I cannot utter,
not even to silence.
You cross my mind,
and hold my heart.
With the pain it all brings,
I don't even notice.
You're the drug that I crave,
Addicted to the numbness.
The perfect melody,
a chorus stuck in my head.
I'm lost with you,
drowning in your fire.
You're all I wanna see,
Dreaming when I'm awake.
I need a way,
just to escape.
BoundariesI was always told to play it safe
To stick within the boundary lines
But growing up has taught me better
And their silly boundary lines
Are just nothing but lies.
Recharged HeartShe reached up and removed the object from the shelf. A casket, lined with silver, etched with floral patterns, tarnished, and dented with time. Laid upon the bed, it opened to reveal a blood red lining, a familiar indentation impressed upon its center.
Her fingers teased into her chest and withdrew her pulsating core, then bedded it down into its velvet resting place. She gazed upon its calm repose.
'It's been a long time since I wore you last,' she whispered, as a tear slid down her cheek.
Her mind raced back over the previous six months. Hard to believe that, after five years in the company of solitude, one love had morphed into another.
The first love had grown gradually over a year, like ivy slowly climbing up her limbs. Suddenly, she found her affections held fast. He had set her hopelessly aflame. Others ceased to exist when they shared the same space. It was noticed.
Their closest dance with intimacy came via the excuses he found to stand close, shoulders touching,
Writer's Block Tick TockA tutorial of sorts,
a type of last resort,
in the language of quips and retorts.
An opinion if I may,
if you formerly had anything brilliant to say,
it then dried up like the well from The Grudge,
don't be too harsh on yourself,
nor too quick to judge,
don't conclude you run on empty,
that's a trip to the cemetery.
There is plenty of material to choose from,
both here and before,
just know that reality for starters,
be assured of that to your core.
There is some reason,
which is neither here nor there,
that your imagination isn't taking you anywhere.
Just step away from the console,
go live life hard for a while,
guaranteed upon arrival back
you'll step in a pile.
Why I WriteThe written word has always enthralled me. The fact that someone can use their imagination to conjure up an entirely different world and, through the channel of endless combinations of letters on a page, enchant a complete stranger fascinates me to no end. There is such a high level of intimacy shared between reader and writer, one that bridges space and time. Two minds must come together, separated not by the limits of era nor location, and become a single force creating a vibrant array of characters and settings that would not exist otherwise. They say that a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters would eventually type out the works of Shakespeare. I know that to be a lie. The magic of stories happens not by chance, but by passion.
And it is that passion that leads to the true power of the written word: the power to move. It is this power that fascinates me most of all. After all, logically, it makes no sense. Why should marks on paper cause such emotion? Why should things that
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