has been drawn. Now the fight,commences, bloody to the endand lost in a blight, deep in starswondrously bright with wine.
a single word, all that's there, the only thought about, that tracks with tricks to maybe try again,dying, to breathe,rebirth to a state of tears,thinking only thoughts about,trying again
Never Going Away
The anonymous nature of writing helps me process. I write my feelings, I write my ideas, and I hope so much for my own skill to rise. I have high expectations. For myself. I've written many things just in the past year. The posts on this blog have helped me understand. Or, I've finally gotten …
Spotting one leopard spotWilted, the heart hurts, just trying to bloom belowthe snow, inside the shallowhall, adorned with red, blue, purple,black, yellow, green, light brown,wilted but never fading.
Black and White
I can't choose. Even when there's a choice to be made. The only thing I ever know for sure. One side is black, the other white. Swirling until I decide on the future.
Bright and Early
Coral in the sea of emerald, the rolling, crushing waves breaking the beach. Sand thrown aside, rocks thrown in line, and there I am, a pinwheel caught by the wind. One droplet gathered in the clouds. It falls on a single seed somewhere in the desert. And all I can think about is--I don't know …
What makes a good story? What makes good characters? What makes interesting scenes? Fights? Conflict? Villains? Beginning, middle, end? What makes a decent story? What makes a decent plot? What makes a good book? What makes a good post? What makes a good writer? ... Trauma? Heart? Pain? Anger? Self-doubt? Determination. Perseverance. Stubbornness. Confidence. Hope? …
losing something in a mirror, looks backand finds the only voice in my head,calling me back to embrace,new
I think in cycles. I live in a cycle. Cycles are a big part of my writing. Symmetry, parallels, trios, endless cycles. Breaking them. Twisting. Reforming. Balancing. Numbers and mythology, a different language that I like to use. And hope to be good at, for decent writing, some day. Doubt and frustration. Part of the …
Sometimes breathing is part of it. It starts every movement, it supplies every muscle, stretches and fuels, and--once in a while--pulls the rivers in the opposite direction.