Friday, March 22, 2013
Hollow
Working through everything with writing as usual, trying to feel normal again. I am rudderless, a ship without paddles, but I am here and I am alive. I am trying to understand things, trying to get back to a place where most things make sense in my head, instead of this hollowness. It's utterly impossible alone though. I hope I don't put a damper on anyone's day. It seems that is all I do these days. Feel free to pretend you never read this. These are not the droids you are looking for.
Stoned
The stone drops,
soft, yet resilient in the
tickling moonlight,
and the weight of your skin
Scalding,
... near, yet far.
I etched the lines
of its prose into
my skin,
lines of pain on
an otherwise
blank canvas.
soft, yet resilient in the
tickling moonlight,
and the weight of your skin
Scalding,
... near, yet far.
I etched the lines
of its prose into
my skin,
lines of pain on
an otherwise
blank canvas.
Monday, March 18, 2013
Chopin, lotus, hair whipping, and Oh! The Horror!!
My day got off to a fabulous start; as I was getting ready, I listened to Chopin on vinyl and I burned some lotus scented incense so my senses were tingling by the time I left the house. I drove with the windows and my hair down as always. There is something very satisfying about my hair whipping around my face as I am driving, though I cannot explain why. Feel much less neglected and some things are being made up for, so I don't feel so hopeless as I did last week. In addition, I have a new love: American Horror Story. Good god. Ok, it's a little campy (intentionally, I think) and it "borrows" from a couple of different things, but it's riveting, and seriously addicting. I have 100 percent so far in my third English class of the semester (knock on wood) and got As in the other two. Didn't write so much this weekend (except for school) but enjoyed myself anyway. I am finally starting to feel like the clouds are clearing. At the request of my fiancee, my "novel" has been forwarded to a director/producer who may or may not want to talk about putting it into script form, so that is pretty exciting. Even if nothing comes of it, perhaps she will have some constructive criticism for me (Gods know I need it). Anyway, point is, things are looking up.
Friday, March 15, 2013
Where's the unmute button?
Today, I feel muted. I can't seem to come up with anything to write about so how about some prompts, anyone?
Tim will be filming all hours of the night, so not looking forward to a long boring evening without any writing. Hopefully someone will come up with something nice and juicy that will command my attention for hours to come. I will also visit the writer's prompt section of the writing community. It's almost 90 degrees here in Phoenix. We're in for a brutal summer. Anyone else having any interesting weather/events/topics in your neck of the woods?
Tim will be filming all hours of the night, so not looking forward to a long boring evening without any writing. Hopefully someone will come up with something nice and juicy that will command my attention for hours to come. I will also visit the writer's prompt section of the writing community. It's almost 90 degrees here in Phoenix. We're in for a brutal summer. Anyone else having any interesting weather/events/topics in your neck of the woods?
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Losing~TS Again
Losing
Forgive my capricious quirks,
my madcap subterfuges.
With closed eyes,
I could trace every
swooping curve of your face,
Every flex, bend, and sinew.
Sometimes, symmetry breaches
the immemorial span between our bodies.
Losing, then,
And fear of Losing
Becomes trite,
whimsical.
And You,
Paramount.
Forgive my capricious quirks,
my madcap subterfuges.
With closed eyes,
I could trace every
swooping curve of your face,
Every flex, bend, and sinew.
Sometimes, symmetry breaches
the immemorial span between our bodies.
Losing, then,
And fear of Losing
Becomes trite,
whimsical.
And You,
Paramount.
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