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Cauldron of mists,
Grasping for his deft touches,
Gone again, left cold.
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Cauldron of mists,
Grasping for his deft touches,
Gone again, left cold.
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A funny thing happened to me last night; no funny is not the appropriate word to use, a surprising thing occurred. For the first time since I began writing seriously I was not able to write down my true emotions. I wrote outside of myself; I tried to clean it up and make it what I assumed other people would want to or need to hear. This has never happened to me; it was a reality check, what exactly was I trying to hide? I thought about it and the answer is nothing; I have never believed in hiding behind anything before so why should it start now? If I can’t express myself in my writing why am I doing it? Anyone else share this struggle, what did you do to work through it? Let’s make a promise to just own it.
Be Creative, Take a Risk, Let it Flow; the most important works I have read were not cloaked in the safety of the norm.
Thank you http://aliceswonderingland.wordpress.com for the nomination your creativity inspires mine.
7 Interesting Facts:
~Until the month of January I had no formal education in regards to writing (it can only get better from here) (Bachelors in Political Sciene)
~I have a love for the city of New Orleans that’s Unexplainable.
~The movie Breakfast at Tiffanys changed my life, who can resist the blue box?
~I am the proud owner of 110 pound Shepherd-Akita mix named Sasha.
~I enjoy F. Scott Fitzgerald as much as Nora Roberts; I need variety.
~I have lived in the state of Colorado my entire life and could never leave the beauty of the Mountains.
~I have completed my first novel; I have high hopes, I will let you all know as it progresses, Thanks for all your Support!
15 bloggers I nominate for this award:
http://blackandwrite.wordpress.com/
http://thejournalfiles.wordpress.com/
http://strangersandpoetry.wordpress.com/
http://parmisrad.wordpress.com/
http://thedawnerupts.wordpress.com/
http://beachtreasuresandtreasurebeaches.com/
http://maryamchahine.wordpress.com/
http://peculiaritiesandreticences.wordpress.com/
http://myimpregnablesoul.wordpress.com/
http://matildaproject.wordpress.com/
http://pinknoyze.wordpress.com/
It is the end of another long and successful week, while I was looking for fun bookshelves for my Friday post I came across this gem. Yes, that is an upside bookshelf which seemingly holds the books onto it, I remain skeptical. Either way it is fun and imaginative; sometimes it is better to try something completely outside of the ordinary, who knows what amazing idea you may come up with? It may not work or it may work beyond your expectations but you have to think outside of the box or even perhaps upside down to get to those ideas. Happy Friday Everyone!
I may not know where I am going but I do know I want to make you proud.
It was more than just a slogan; a life motto: Intelligent, Beautiful, Modest.
I don’t do it for you, I do it because of you and what you wanted me to be.
The risks, the reward, the pain, the joy.
In the end your absence has grown, grown to appreciation for what was, what can be.
It does not mean I wouldn’t do anything for one more conversation; a room full of familiar scents; Pall Malls, Black Coffee.
You are with me, a part of me; if I want to hear you I can in my actions, in my thoughts and in his music.
Forever Grateful.
~ If the end of the journey is unknown, how do you know where to start? Does it matter?
~ I try to write all of my thoughts onto paper, but I never seem to get it right. Is that wrong?
~ If you have a story tell it, you never know who might need to hear it most. That person could be you.
~ Ramble, write, erase, create, get frustrated; the end will justify the means.
~ If you stop pretending to be satisfied with what you’ve done; your hunger could take you to places you never thought you’d go.
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Confusion masks my
Fluttering heart who is drawn,
To you Forever.
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I did not shed a single tear. Perhaps it’s because I am simply to heartbroken to show emotion. The pain made worse because of how unexpected it was; seconds between us and our goal. It was snatched from us, ripped from us; leaving no one to blame but ourselves. Frozen, deflated, numb; five hours spent waiting for victory only to be crushed by defeat.
Alas, hope springs eternal, Go Broncos.
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
An introvert's guide to the human experience