It’s been said that my thought patterns are like overlapping circles of lightning… I’m not entirely sure what that means.
Wait for It…
Hi!
You may have noticed that posting times have been odd or that the novels weren’t updated last week (or maybe not, which means you haven’t been reading, *cue depression*). Seriously, though, my schedule is going to be very strange this week, which mean the posting schedule is going to be even more erratic than usual. Like today, posts may be later in the day or even still count as today only because I posted them before I went to sleep (hey – that’s still my day).
When you’re waiting for a story to continue, I know that delays or uncertain schedules can be frustrating, so I’m going to *try* to do an extra update of Deathwalker and Wind Town (either a longer word count or an extra post) this week to make up for missing last week. I can’t promise that I will because, hey, crazy schedule, but I’m going to try.
Also, as we round the curve into the final few months of my writing challenge, does anyone have any requests for what this blog should be after the year’s challenge ends? I will definitely continue to post writing here, but I won’t have to stick to the same rules once I complete the full year. I could set up a new challenge, make the rules of this one less rigid, or any number of things. So if there’s anything specific you really like or want to see more of as the blog continues, this would be a good time to chime in.
Welp, that’s it. Thanks for your patience and for reading my random writing (yay, alliteration!). Now, it’s time to get back to work!
Caught in the Rush
In pristine white, the panicked figure
Dashes to and fro, a weighty stack
Of pages in its hands.
Unfilled and unfinished,
Each page sends forth a call,
Demanding time, energy, and
Focus – begging for resolution.
One here. One there. Like
A pinball in a room of
Magnets powered in surges
Of their own wants and needs,
It fights for control
Even as it fights to succeed.
And so the figure rushes,
Following the yanks and pulls
Of each page, each goal:
Split into infinity,
And perpetually caught
In others’ needs.
Guzzled & Gone
We want to guzzle life,
Experience everything at once,
Now, right out of college,
As soon as we can:
Money, success, family,
Travel, and fame
Must all be now –
Or else we fail.
Even though drops
Escape our lips
And fall, untasted,
From our haste.
Lamented only later
When the cup has
Long been dry,
And we marvel at
How quickly
All our dreams
Have passed us by.
Untitled
The melancholy notes of the organ
Pierce the world in a heartbeat of tears.
Over it, the words portray a
Dazed numbness and fragile survival,
More will than recovery,
Less living than existing.
The build of notes overwhelms empathy,
Filling then overflowing it,
Until the listener is gifted with a
Peace the author doesn’t have to give
Both blessing and bittersweet:
Catharsis.
A Conflict of Truths
Anything bad people say about me
Is very probably true,
But anything good people say about me
Could possibly be true, too.
Attitude Problems
Attitude married with conceit:
Too mollycoddled to even see
Their personal unreality.
Attitude married with righteousness:
Too focused on right and wrong,
To see the world’s complexity.
Attitude married with greed:
When what you want
Overwhelms others’ needs.
Attitude married with fear:
All empathy is lost,
But cruelty is cleared.
Attitude married with acceptance:
Calm or defeat, it eases the pain
And takes away motivation for change.
Attitude married with judgment:
Making assumptions on others’ lives
Doesn’t help and is rarely right.
Attitude married with what
Will let us see each other’s
Pains, needs, and complexity
And work together to better
Our reality?
Too Many Leftovers
Lovely to have so much tasty food!
Everything’s already prepared – it’s easy.
Food shouldn’t be wasted.
There must be something I can make out of this.
Obviously, I need to add fresh veggies – for nutrition.
Value the leftovers. Save money.
Ew. No. This can’t be good anymore, right?
Rubbish bin – no, I can’t waste food…but there’s
Still so much left!
twytte 