Once More
Once more, I fear,
my heart has been snared
in the grips and the pain
of this love – this love
that should not be spoken.
My heart, it weeps,
for now it is broken.
Torn are my feelings
of want and despair;
whispers of should-nots,
longings to dare;
lingering feelings
that litter my heart
of a love that was pure
but is now torn apart.
To keep it a secret,
to deny life to live –
they are one and the same,
for this is not a game –
this love, my love,
that is only for you.
Let come whate’er may;
I will wait here for you.
Musical Musings – I Will Wait
It’s been a while since I last shared a song with you, but to be honest, I haven’t come across a song that I thought was worth bringing to your attention. Now, whether that’s from my lack of musical diversity, or my distinct lack of time from working two jobs, I don’t know.
But! I do know the following:
“I Will Wait” by Mumford and Sons – the first single off their new album, Babel – is one of the greatest and most beautifully crafted songs I’ve ever heard.
Why I Love to Write
So, earlier today, I was thinking to myself as I was typing out my final essay for my humanities class, when a thought struck me.
Why do I love to write?
I mean, what makes it so special? Why has it suddenly become my fervent passion? I have even given up video games so that I might have more time to write, and I used to obsess over video games! So why the sudden change of heart?
Because writing is an escape from reality. (more…)
The Evolution of Character
Recently I’ve been doing a lot more writing and character development, and as I was sharing some of my newest work with my good friend Leigh, it dawned on me how amazing it is to watch characters grow and evolve into different people. I suppose the same could be said of watching children grow up, or watching friends change over the years, but there’s something special about reading along as the character, and it’s something rarer still to be the one telling that story.
Inspiration
Slanted lines,
crypric strokes,
sliding through
fingertips,
escaping from
dreams,
refusing
to bend ‘neath
the will of
Force,
refusing
to curl ‘round
the finger of
Promise;
Change
As I look back
upon this old year,
I see a repeating
theme.
It wove itself
into my being,
fundamentally
altering
me.
~
Change.
~
The Show and Tell of Writing
Last night, I finished the last chapter in the last book to the series that inspired me to start writing.
Last night, I finished The Inheritance Cycle, by Christopher Paolini.
For the Love of Writing!
For those of you who don’t know, I love to write.
And by “write,” I mean picking up a pen and physically moving it across a blank sheet of paper (preferable college ruled). There’s just something about brushing the side of your hand against the crisp texture of the sheet as you glide the pen across it, leaving behind the marks that are your thoughts, your feelings, your words. It’s practically an artform in and of itself (I’m just talking about reguar writing, here, not calligraphy, which I know is an artform), and it’s one that I fear is dying with the rise of electronic media – but that is a topic for a different time!
No, today, I’m going to talk about pens – specifically, how you know if the pen with which you use to write is a proper writing instrument or not (See? I can talk properly when I so choose. ;P).
Acts of Desperation
So, today at work, as I was diligently sorting my returns, my sister walks up to me and asks me a question.
“Tim, did you take the car to go get lunch today?”
“No…”
“Did you move the car at all?”
“Nnnoooo…”
“Oh, well, then someone broke into our car. Did you leave the doors unlocked?”
The Light
A single candle burns so bright
in this night – a sign,
that once upon a happy time,
I was yours and you were mine.
You were mine,
and now you’re gone,
and I am all alone.
Cover Over Content
I find it funny how we create personalities for people. Not the people we actually know and talk with on a regular basis, of course, but the people we don’t talk to; the people we merely observe – especially those we see on a regular basis.
And I find it funnier when they turn out to be completely different from what we internally conceived.
Read “This”
While working on an assignment for my Creative Writing class, I began to run with a thought:
Nobody reads anymore.
I am one of the few people at my job that regularly brings a book to work to read on break. Everyone else just mindlessly watches the television, whereas I get caught up in an adventure – sometimes I even have a hard time getting back to work because the story is so riveting!
Speedbumps
Have you ever been driving down the road, or through a parking lot, at a nice, regular speed, when you suddenly hit an unmarked speedbump? Your car jerks up and screams at you and you get tossed around a bit, causing you to hit the brakes and slow down, disrupting the perfect cruise you were on. Yes?
Well, that’s basically what’s happening with my writing right now.
