She had an addiction to The Billionaire’s Vinegar,
She spent all of her time Loving Frank,
No matter how many times it happened she would never learn that all Things Fall Apart.
Don’t Keep It Locked Up
Risky Business
Simplicity 23
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At last I saw it.
The breakable heart of glass.
Steal away the night.
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Where Does The Time Go?
I have noticed lately that I am really good at setting goals. I mean really I set some amazing goals, my problem seems to be in the follow through. They say the first step in fixing the problem is to admit you have one… I am an disorganized procrastinator when it comes to my beloved writing. I am forever chasing down my next idea, poem, thought, phrase and leaving the actual work to be done eventually.
At some point this has to end or I will never get to the end of anything. I am trying to complete the first round of editing on at least on of my books in August. This being July 31st I thought I would reach out to my followers and ask them how they keep it all together.
How do you plan your writing and/or editing?
Do you plan specific times and days?
What is the best way to hold yourself accountable?
Any and all suggestions are welcome, this month will be the month I finish!
The Poem Within pt. 4
The Moment
Six Words
I saw this on another blog the other day, I really can’t remember any of the details but the idea behind it caught my attention. The challenge was to try to tell a story in six words. At first it didn’t that difficult but it really challenged my thought process, sentence structure and my vocabulary.
Here are some of my attempts; they are good, bad and horrifying. 🙂
-The long walk ended in tears.
-All his children fought their history.
-Irrevocably damaged, indeterminate optimism, eternity achieved.
-I went to the store forever.
-The house of one hundred truths.
-My notebook knows all my secrets.
-Love, hallucinations and how it works.
-Fall into a drink forget nothing.
-She always danced to her beat.
-From below every conversation was heard.
What’s your best attempt?
Wondering in the Dark
When the sun begins its descent in the western sky, things begin the change. The further it disappears behind the Rocky Mountains the more active my imagination becomes. Days, months, even years have been spent in this same place. At night familiarity is useless.
The beauty of the mid-summer flowers gives way to the eery crackling of the branches in the wind. In the moment after sunset and before the lights click on the yard comes to life.
The gate is unlocked. Someone has to make the journey to secure it before we all venture into bed. It is only ten feet but something about it doesn’t seem right.
Step by step the pebbles push hard into my foot. My senses are at their peak. I see it out of the corner of my eye. A strange man is staring at me from behind the creeping vine.
A scream escapes me.
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The Easter Island statue has not been moved in over 15 years and he gets me every time.
The Poem Within pt. 3
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 