A little bit of everything.
There once was a woman who spoke louder than her actions and found herself mired in mediocrity. Often she spoke of risk, drive, and dreams only to fail to act. There was greatness trapped within, it had snuck out on the occasion but had yet to stay. Could she ever realize it?
More than likely she would be left with nothing. But would that be worse than leaving belief and talent dormant?
At the crossroad she had to risk everything or never speak again.
Her voice refused quit.
What would you say if you knew this was the last time someone would listen?
Would you be trite or verbose? Perhaps comical instead of serious?
Is there some piece of information, some lesson learned or regret that could alter the lives of those around you? Hell, the world around you?
What do you think, is it buried deep inside of you? Are you hopeful that in the final seconds it will escape your lips?
What a pity then that you didn’t think to say it sooner.
Hey Hey Everyone!
The countdown to November 1st also known and National Novel Writing Month is on. I am once again going to try to reach the 50k with a new idea…. once I pick one. I am not complaining trust me, it’s nice to have a choice so the ideas can start flowing. I am going to log in for the first time this weekend and of course try and load up on writing buddies, I go by the name Liah2131 on there so feel free to add me so we can keep each other on track.
Anyone partaking this year? Do you have a new strategy?
The Ego is define as a person’s sense of self importance- and to me it is vastly underrated.
It is my ego that lets me look at this view and say those few clouds should be with the rest below me.
“After and only after my ego has taken me where I need to be, where I should be, will I think about giving it a break. I can’t promise I will look for humble though, don’t ask for that.”- A
It’s so incredibly easy to look down-
Watch each step you take one by one. You never
have to look anyone in the eyes.
It’s so incredibly easy to look down-
You never have to worry about hazards or opportunities whipping
by.
It’s so incredibly easy to look down-
You never have to take a chance because the ground is solid
beneath you.
It’s so incredibly to look down-
And miss the beauty that’s in the sky just above the tree tops.
Rain dances on me-
The overflow demonstrates-
True thirst can’t be quenched.
Trying to capture those precious creative moments just before my eyes close.
The light no matter how small or how quickly it disappears keeps me writing.
Creativity cannot be forced but captured if only for a moment.
As a kid I used to pick these and then make a wish-
It’s funny now I can’t even remember what I wished for-
It was more about making the wish-
I suppose there is a lesson to be found there.
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
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