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Hey everybody,Journal Entry # 18 – Write Here, Write Now
“It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moments passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop.” – Vita Sackville-West
Still Lost – ‘took this pic on my run’
Served purpose, now kicked away.
Maybe lost, surely forgotten.
I catch my breath in thought,
thinking about your story.
How long will you lay there?
Facing the sun,
full of hope that someone comes searching.
’til then…you’ll wait.
Journal Entry # 12 – Tomorrow’s a New Day!
‘Tomorrow’s a New Day’
The Rain Made Me Do It
I surveil the abstract of raindrops as they slither the outside pane
its journey, merely a moment in time
each tiny drop…
they dazzle like fireworks synchronizing with my deluge of thoughts now cached from a once juvenile me
I beam with the sound of the pitter-patter
the torrent tone lulls me to a reminiscent state as I recall the stories of my olden
For Granted
Blare my name,
call me to the table,
wake me up early…
just
one
more
time…
Just Write
I’m sitting here in a coffee shop, slamming back caffeine, trying to get my creative juices flowing, it’s not going so well. I mean there’s Jazz playing in the background, I’m sitting in a cozy chair and it’s just me and my keyboard, what more do I need? My only motivation came from reading another blog earlier that mentioned “a blank page won’t write itself”, it was only then I started hitting keys. Thing is, I overthink my writing a lot which is my achilles heel, it sometimes holds me back from just making an entry. I mean I started this blog to share my thoughts, feelings, and reactions, to the world around me so why not just do that? I have it built up in my head that it has to be this refined, polished, and well thought out post which holds me back. I know, I know, foolish to think that way but it’s honestly the way I am.
We all draw upon our own inspiration and as a blogger, my next post is always my main focus just as soon as I hit publish on the one before it, anyone out there relate? Thought I’d, mention that the blogs that I follow are one way I like to stay motivated, their creativity, their output, and the fact that they all have their own niche is what drives me to keep going, thanks for that.
I’m glad there’s a community of writers that choose to share their talent, it’s awesome in general that people continue to do what they love and are also brave enough to release it to the world, it’s not easy. Don’t let anything get in the way of sharing the real you, life as you see it, it’s a shame to deny everybody that.
I’m going to continue to do my thing and write, no matter what about, no matter why, I’m going to “just write”.
P.s. You matter…
The Hillside
a hillside where I played, now lies dormant…unused.
laughter no longer carries in the wind
where childish breath was once contrasted to the pitch night sky
the grass, still worn, but not from play
for there is a gray hue of neglect that looms across its blades
this lonely hillock connects me to my past
the lost adventures of a youngster
where berries were alien and stones stood as kid’ish vessels
simpler then, necessary, far from times reach
now that time binds me to the present, I can only reflect on the before
as I do, memories swarm my mind and I start to see the patches of green again
familiar images beautifully paint my imagination, chasing away the dark shadows
irrelevance slowly deliquescing away
my boyish reminiscence forever welcomed
I see more beyond this passed-by place
and embrace a trigger to the memories it has kept for me this long
that hillside…
…where I played
One Ray of Sun
Just one ray of sun can melt it all away,
make it right, make it ok.
Embrace like before with meaning and feel,
something I forgot was actually once real.
The static between can easily be gone,
takes simply understanding, not brains nor brawn.
Bring it back from where we left it in the dark.
Let’s let all the light in, all I need is your heart.
Look Back
How do you keep walking forward without wanting to look back?
Your self-made contempt must justify it.
My journey through hearsay.
Birth to beyond being explained,
while I’ve never been posed with a question.
Imprisoned by pride with that broken conscience,
do you get to stand trial for your faults?
If excuse could no longer be an option, what then would you plea?
I know, that even at that moment, you’ll still forget,
forget to just turn around….
…to see what you left behind.
Earth To Ash 