Well people, now that I've posted enough poems for you to tell whether my writing style is the best you've ever heard... or that you hate my guts for butchering wordplay like that, I'm going to be slowing down on the actual poems.
However, this does not mean that I will stop posting. From now on I'll be posting more updates and information on what I've been working on recently. If anyone would like to suggest something for me to do next I will take that into consideration as well.
For the next few weeks however I might not be posting that often. I'm currently in the process of pursuing scholarships with February/March deadlines and that will take precedence over my writing.
Thanks to all those who take the time to look at this.
~The Wandering Messenger~
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Monday, January 21, 2013
Worse
I sit... staring at a blank screen before me. Music blasting through
the headphones of my iPod. I sit... cut off from the rest of theworld, though that is not my goal. Even so, the list of people Iactually want to see is a short one. I sit... oblivious to thepassing of time...
Why?... Do I really want this?... Is this where I'm happy to be?
Why?... Why does a fleeting comment from a friend sting more than aninsult from an acquaintance? Why do the ones you care about cut youthe deepest? Why is a double-agent more potent than someone in openopposition?
Is it more painful to be slashed in the face... or feel a small prickin the back?
Which. Would. Be. Worse...?
How?... How can I be surrounded by people and yet... be so alone...?How can there be a mass of voices around me and yet... I hear nothing?How can I smile... seem so involved... when in truth I'm thinking ofone thing...? Just one thing I can't express... seconds turn tominutes...hours...days...even weeks. I wait... simply wait... forthings to get better. But... Just when it seems it's within mygrasp...it slips... and I feel like I'm worse off than when I started.
Ignored... or simply not noticed?
Which. Would. Be. Worse...?
Sure, I can hide it... We can hide it... We're humans; it's what wedo. But... where is the line between façade and truth? When will wedrop the mask...or has the mask become a part of us? Who will theshield drop for...? Who can...Who will...Who should see you...?
Or can even you... see you? The real you. The true you.
Have you lost something... something that was once a part of you...?Have you forgotten something... something that you once knew well...?Have you abandoned something... something nobody understood? Have youlost yourself... forgotten yourself... abandoned yourself...?
Which. Would. Be. Worse...?
Is it worse to be Too open... or shut off? Or are they the same?
Which. Would. Be. Worse...?
Voices surround me... people surround me... but I feel alone. Thepeople I once thought I knew seem farther from me than ever before...Why must things change?? I want the changes to stop. But theycontinue on... one... two... four... nine at a time. Turn back theclock! Please! Just turn it back! please...... please... just a fewmonths... that's all I ask......
Is it worse to be avoided... or simply unimportant?
Which. Would. Be. Worse...?
Which is worse? Rejection or Apathy?
The "No" or the "I don't know"?
To be avoided... or simply unimportant?
To be too open... or shut off?
To be ignored... or simply not noticed?
To not know yourself... or simply ignore yourself?
To be slashed in the face... or feel a small prick in the back?
To fail... or to not try?
To feel only pain...
Or nothing at all?
I would rather suffer for something that is worth it, then live in ignorance...
Is it better to know the answer is no...
or not know at all?
Or will the answer confuse you more so then the question?
Which. Would. Be. Worse...?
the headphones of my iPod. I sit... cut off from the rest of theworld, though that is not my goal. Even so, the list of people Iactually want to see is a short one. I sit... oblivious to thepassing of time...
Why?... Do I really want this?... Is this where I'm happy to be?
Why?... Why does a fleeting comment from a friend sting more than aninsult from an acquaintance? Why do the ones you care about cut youthe deepest? Why is a double-agent more potent than someone in openopposition?
Is it more painful to be slashed in the face... or feel a small prickin the back?
Which. Would. Be. Worse...?
How?... How can I be surrounded by people and yet... be so alone...?How can there be a mass of voices around me and yet... I hear nothing?How can I smile... seem so involved... when in truth I'm thinking ofone thing...? Just one thing I can't express... seconds turn tominutes...hours...days...even weeks. I wait... simply wait... forthings to get better. But... Just when it seems it's within mygrasp...it slips... and I feel like I'm worse off than when I started.
Ignored... or simply not noticed?
Which. Would. Be. Worse...?
Sure, I can hide it... We can hide it... We're humans; it's what wedo. But... where is the line between façade and truth? When will wedrop the mask...or has the mask become a part of us? Who will theshield drop for...? Who can...Who will...Who should see you...?
Or can even you... see you? The real you. The true you.
Have you lost something... something that was once a part of you...?Have you forgotten something... something that you once knew well...?Have you abandoned something... something nobody understood? Have youlost yourself... forgotten yourself... abandoned yourself...?
Which. Would. Be. Worse...?
Is it worse to be Too open... or shut off? Or are they the same?
Which. Would. Be. Worse...?
Voices surround me... people surround me... but I feel alone. Thepeople I once thought I knew seem farther from me than ever before...Why must things change?? I want the changes to stop. But theycontinue on... one... two... four... nine at a time. Turn back theclock! Please! Just turn it back! please...... please... just a fewmonths... that's all I ask......
Is it worse to be avoided... or simply unimportant?
Which. Would. Be. Worse...?
Which is worse? Rejection or Apathy?
The "No" or the "I don't know"?
To be avoided... or simply unimportant?
To be too open... or shut off?
To be ignored... or simply not noticed?
To not know yourself... or simply ignore yourself?
To be slashed in the face... or feel a small prick in the back?
To fail... or to not try?
To feel only pain...
Or nothing at all?
I would rather suffer for something that is worth it, then live in ignorance...
Is it better to know the answer is no...
or not know at all?
Or will the answer confuse you more so then the question?
Which. Would. Be. Worse...?
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Love
Twisted, distorted, crushed and contorted;
Spun in a circle and turned upside down.
Warped, destroyed, with its meaning we've toyed;
Changed it and knocked it around.
We've made this so empty, so utterly hollowed out;
An excuse to get what we want, or give into our doubt.
We say it so frequently with no sincerity at all;
It would've been more productive for us to have said it to a wall.
I see it all the time, with this word he confuses her;
Pains her, destroys her, hurts and abuses her.
“Well what is it then?!?” so many people ask;
Not knowing it was explained so well in the past.
It is patient, it is kind;
It isn't afraid to take a dive.
It does not scream “Hey, focus on me!”
Or even remotely say “Look I'm better you see.”
It does not wish it had so much more;
It always trusts, always protects, and never keeps tally of score.
It does not strut, or thrust out it's chest;
And is not easily angered if put to the test.
It does not smile when others come up short;
And it does not flaunt its victories as if it was some sort of sport.
And two more things, often thrown aside;
People say that the first one, well that it's a lie.
And the second, doesn't work and the consequence was severe;
But these two are important: It always hopes and perseveres!
You know... it's not just a feeling deep in your chest;
Whether that be like a drug most divine, or cardiac arrest.
It lives inside of you, breaths, grows like a weed;
And takes time, effort, and so much pain to kill, and even then
there's still a seed.
A seed that can again sprout with little provocation;
Tearing open old wounds, and renewing desperation.
Leaving you thinking and double guessing yourself;
About something you thought you'd long since put up on a shelf.
Because yes, I'll admit, it leaves a scar;
It can leave you broken, hurt, and severely marred.
This world it is so fractured, cracked, frayed
Friends hating friends because of guilt, faults, jealously, or being betrayed.
Or maybe it's a friend you thought would always be there;
Until something more important, makes them not care.
Parents looking at kids thinking, “I wish you were never born!”
Or some who just give up and walk away, leaving families torn.
Or maybe an orphan who longs for the love of a parent;
But knows as the seconds tick away, there's less and less chance they'll get it.
And then there's someone who doesn't feel like they did in the past;
“You know, things change. This was never meant to last.”
One is fine with walking away, just leaving;
And the other months later, clutches their heart, still bleeding.
You know, the friend, child, spouse, orphan, and lover;
All of them are different, but the same as the others.
They all are searching for the exact same thing;
And though some had it for a time, in the end they were left wanting.
Now some of you may have some doubt,
What gives him authority to talk about
this topic likes he knows oh so much.
What makes him better than the rest of us?!
He's just a child! Of this he knows nothing!”
Then here, I'll give you a chance to actually do something.
Please, right now, stand up from your chair,
Look me in the eyes and say “You don't belong up there!”
Look if you do this, I promise I won't call foul;
So if you have a complaint please voice it now.
Look, I don't know all of your life stories;
I don't know every detail, both beautiful and gory.
I can't tell how your relationships have broken;
Or the reason why, on your tears you have choken.
I can't look into your eyes and see how you've been hurt.
Nor can I gaze in your soul, and see every speck of dirt.
But what I can do, yes it is small;
And I wonder if it will truly help at all.
But I ask that, if someone knocks you down;
that you'll get up and brush off the dust of the ground.
Then square your shoulders and send thanks to above;
Then as you live your life, always care, always dream, always hope...
...And always Love.
Spun in a circle and turned upside down.
Warped, destroyed, with its meaning we've toyed;
Changed it and knocked it around.
We've made this so empty, so utterly hollowed out;
An excuse to get what we want, or give into our doubt.
We say it so frequently with no sincerity at all;
It would've been more productive for us to have said it to a wall.
I see it all the time, with this word he confuses her;
Pains her, destroys her, hurts and abuses her.
“Well what is it then?!?” so many people ask;
Not knowing it was explained so well in the past.
It is patient, it is kind;
It isn't afraid to take a dive.
It does not scream “Hey, focus on me!”
Or even remotely say “Look I'm better you see.”
It does not wish it had so much more;
It always trusts, always protects, and never keeps tally of score.
It does not strut, or thrust out it's chest;
And is not easily angered if put to the test.
It does not smile when others come up short;
And it does not flaunt its victories as if it was some sort of sport.
And two more things, often thrown aside;
People say that the first one, well that it's a lie.
And the second, doesn't work and the consequence was severe;
But these two are important: It always hopes and perseveres!
You know... it's not just a feeling deep in your chest;
Whether that be like a drug most divine, or cardiac arrest.
It lives inside of you, breaths, grows like a weed;
And takes time, effort, and so much pain to kill, and even then
there's still a seed.
A seed that can again sprout with little provocation;
Tearing open old wounds, and renewing desperation.
Leaving you thinking and double guessing yourself;
About something you thought you'd long since put up on a shelf.
Because yes, I'll admit, it leaves a scar;
It can leave you broken, hurt, and severely marred.
This world it is so fractured, cracked, frayed
Friends hating friends because of guilt, faults, jealously, or being betrayed.
Or maybe it's a friend you thought would always be there;
Until something more important, makes them not care.
Parents looking at kids thinking, “I wish you were never born!”
Or some who just give up and walk away, leaving families torn.
Or maybe an orphan who longs for the love of a parent;
But knows as the seconds tick away, there's less and less chance they'll get it.
And then there's someone who doesn't feel like they did in the past;
“You know, things change. This was never meant to last.”
One is fine with walking away, just leaving;
And the other months later, clutches their heart, still bleeding.
You know, the friend, child, spouse, orphan, and lover;
All of them are different, but the same as the others.
They all are searching for the exact same thing;
And though some had it for a time, in the end they were left wanting.
Now some of you may have some doubt,
What gives him authority to talk about
this topic likes he knows oh so much.
What makes him better than the rest of us?!
He's just a child! Of this he knows nothing!”
Then here, I'll give you a chance to actually do something.
Please, right now, stand up from your chair,
Look me in the eyes and say “You don't belong up there!”
Look if you do this, I promise I won't call foul;
So if you have a complaint please voice it now.
Look, I don't know all of your life stories;
I don't know every detail, both beautiful and gory.
I can't tell how your relationships have broken;
Or the reason why, on your tears you have choken.
I can't look into your eyes and see how you've been hurt.
Nor can I gaze in your soul, and see every speck of dirt.
But what I can do, yes it is small;
And I wonder if it will truly help at all.
But I ask that, if someone knocks you down;
that you'll get up and brush off the dust of the ground.
Then square your shoulders and send thanks to above;
Then as you live your life, always care, always dream, always hope...
...And always Love.
Monday, January 14, 2013
Depravity
Fade...
Fade says my mind,
Fade is what you must do;
And I suppose I shall give credit where credit is due.
So fade to the black...
Fade to the white..
Fade to the static where there is no more spite.
Fade my mind!
Rest my thoughts!
Fade away knowing this was all for naught!
Fade from this stage...
Curtains close on this scene!
And let fade my goals, my hopes, my dreams.
For now I can hear these bells ringing in my ears.
Ringing through the pain, the fears, the tears!
And as I gather the presence of mind to gaze one last time,
At that joyous affliction that lays before me... I discover...
I can’t see straight...
No, I can’t see straight...
No, even a hand right in front of my face looks twisted, broken;
Like a mangled token;
Of a vision awoken;
By theses words I have spoken, no... I can’t see straight.
And I’m beginning to think I won’t ever again...
…So is this how it ends?
Is this the plan?!
Well if it is then just strike me down!
For if that’s my lot, why keep me around?
I’m sure someone else can be found;
For this position in which to be bound!
Why can’t you just let me fade out of memory?!
Is existence truly that much better?
Is this day, after day, after day, after day, really so much better?
Oh better... better than what you ask? Who ask? You ask? To ask... that place of non-existence itself... What did I call it... Earlier... In my journal... The Void... The Void...... I like that.
But look at me talking to myself, even if it’s just a tad;
The first hints of my mind finally going raving mad.
Madness... you don’t scare me! In fact... I like the taste of that word...
In-san-i-ty. It flows off the tongue. Well...
If that’s Your plan, You’ve got my attention;
For that seems such an appealing direction;
To take my mind out of it’s detention.
So release it now!
Set it free!
Make wild sense of what I feel and see!
And if you can’t make sense of that!
Make up the parts I seem to lack!
Just promise never take me back!
Back to the dark!...
Back to that place that’s oh so dark... Inside...
Oh so dark inside...
Since th-ha-t
Since that...
For now every tear is a crimson red!
Inside my heart and inside my head!
For this appetite has not yet been fed!
Though every drop drips down to the pool...
...This pool here... No... It isn’t blood.
It’s safe... safe to drink,
It’s just been tinted, not tainted.
And now I shall...! No. What is... this...! It cannot... I will not!
This is mine!!
To get there!
To be there!
To go there!
To see there!
By the touch that is hear and the hear that is smell.
And this smell nauseates my head to hell.
As I taste through sight, and see through ears.
Still weeping all these crimson tears!
My head it pounds!
This throb confounds!
Chased by the hounds!
On these fell grounds!
You want it back?!
You gave this to me!
It will destroy?
No! I like what I see!
This new me I see in this mirror!
This new and tinted mirror...
This red and crimson mirror...
It’s simpler here... in Depravity...
But why can I still hear these bells ringing in my ears!?!
Ringing through the pain, the fears, the tears!!
And as I gather the presence of mind to gaze yet once more,
At that joyous affliction that lays before me... I discover...
I can't see straight.
No, even a hand right in front of my face looks twisted, broken;
Like a mangled token;
Of a vision awoken;
By theses words I have spoken, no... I can’t see straight.
And I know I will never again...
But this is not how it ends.
No this is just the beginning...
Fade says my mind,
Fade is what you must do;
And I suppose I shall give credit where credit is due.
So fade to the black...
Fade to the white..
Fade to the static where there is no more spite.
Fade my mind!
Rest my thoughts!
Fade away knowing this was all for naught!
Fade from this stage...
Curtains close on this scene!
And let fade my goals, my hopes, my dreams.
For now I can hear these bells ringing in my ears.
Ringing through the pain, the fears, the tears!
And as I gather the presence of mind to gaze one last time,
At that joyous affliction that lays before me... I discover...
I can’t see straight...
No, I can’t see straight...
No, even a hand right in front of my face looks twisted, broken;
Like a mangled token;
Of a vision awoken;
By theses words I have spoken, no... I can’t see straight.
And I’m beginning to think I won’t ever again...
…So is this how it ends?
Is this the plan?!
Well if it is then just strike me down!
For if that’s my lot, why keep me around?
I’m sure someone else can be found;
For this position in which to be bound!
Why can’t you just let me fade out of memory?!
Is existence truly that much better?
Is this day, after day, after day, after day, really so much better?
Oh better... better than what you ask? Who ask? You ask? To ask... that place of non-existence itself... What did I call it... Earlier... In my journal... The Void... The Void...... I like that.
But look at me talking to myself, even if it’s just a tad;
The first hints of my mind finally going raving mad.
Madness... you don’t scare me! In fact... I like the taste of that word...
In-san-i-ty. It flows off the tongue. Well...
If that’s Your plan, You’ve got my attention;
For that seems such an appealing direction;
To take my mind out of it’s detention.
So release it now!
Set it free!
Make wild sense of what I feel and see!
And if you can’t make sense of that!
Make up the parts I seem to lack!
Just promise never take me back!
Back to the dark!...
Back to that place that’s oh so dark... Inside...
Oh so dark inside...
Since th-ha-t
Since that...
For now every tear is a crimson red!
Inside my heart and inside my head!
For this appetite has not yet been fed!
Though every drop drips down to the pool...
...This pool here... No... It isn’t blood.
It’s safe... safe to drink,
It’s just been tinted, not tainted.
And now I shall...! No. What is... this...! It cannot... I will not!
This is mine!!
To get there!
To be there!
To go there!
To see there!
By the touch that is hear and the hear that is smell.
And this smell nauseates my head to hell.
As I taste through sight, and see through ears.
Still weeping all these crimson tears!
My head it pounds!
This throb confounds!
Chased by the hounds!
On these fell grounds!
You want it back?!
You gave this to me!
It will destroy?
No! I like what I see!
This new me I see in this mirror!
This new and tinted mirror...
This red and crimson mirror...
It’s simpler here... in Depravity...
But why can I still hear these bells ringing in my ears!?!
Ringing through the pain, the fears, the tears!!
And as I gather the presence of mind to gaze yet once more,
At that joyous affliction that lays before me... I discover...
I can't see straight.
No, even a hand right in front of my face looks twisted, broken;
Like a mangled token;
Of a vision awoken;
By theses words I have spoken, no... I can’t see straight.
And I know I will never again...
But this is not how it ends.
No this is just the beginning...
Sunday, January 13, 2013
The Voice of the Heart
You finally came...
...I was beginning to think you would never come... but you're here... just one question...
How do you feel?
Are you cold? Hot? Hungry? Scared in this dark, dark place...? But you know that's... not what I mean don't you? You know better than that; you're smarter than that... so...
How do you feel?
Really? Be honest... there's no need to get defensive, and certainly no need to lie. After all, I know you... sometimes even better than you know you. You look skeptical... really think about it... would I have asked if something wasn't wrong...... there you go... now you're starting to believe it.
How do you feel?
Why must I keep asking you?? Is it that hard to trust your own heart... open up... please... please..... please....... you don't have to guard me anymore. We're safe here, in this blackness... Why can't you just see that?
What do you feel?
Fear? Really?? This place is the depths of your being... this place is you... Are you that scared of yourself... or are you just scared that you'll remember... Remember *that*... Remember what happened to *that*... or... what happened to you...
What do you feel?
I hit a nerve... I can feel it in me, in you... You're hurt... and have been since *that*... Just say it... Just open up...
Why can't you feel?
You're afraid of this place aren't you... Afraid of opening your heart here... You think this place is an abyss... The Void... Oh how wrong you are... This isn't the Void... even we are scared of the Void... who are we? I meant to say I not we... I'm the only one here... I promise you... so
What do you feel?
Please I beg you... open your heart! Let it out! You long to, desire to, there is nothing you want more! Drop the shield, break the walls...
Let yourself feel!
You hurt... You hurt and I can help... Trust me... I know you... I wouldn't hurt you........ That's it... Relax... You're safe here... Now... Let yourself remember... *that*...
Good... Good... You remember now... Haha... Hahaha... Hahahahaha!
How do you feel?!
In pain?!? In crippling pain!?! You should know better than to trust anyone in the depths of your own being... your own dark being... You think you're a warrior of purity but your hard is steeped in swirling dark! Haha! Pathetic... Idiot!
How do you feel?!
You're trying to put the walls back up... Fortify your defences... Reguard your heart... It won't work. You know that. You've already let us in but now you can't let us out... Yes, us. You've met your own mind haven't you? That voice in the back of your head... He would've taken you... Ended the battle right there... On that bench... Head in your pathetic little hands... You remember don't you? The voice of your mind... Oh don't worry, he'll be here soon enough... And this is our domain!! That infernal being won't interrupt this time... With his sickening talk of trust, and hope... He can't get to you here...
Why don't you feel??
Yes, feel! The pain! The despair!! The hope...lessness... Awww... Look at the poor creature... it's writhing... I see what the mind was saying... Someone could almost feel sorry for you... Almost...
Look... it's running away... Farther into the depths of it's being... Go ahead! Run! We care not. This is our palace, we can find you. We can always find you... The keeper of the castle will return soon... Then.. We'll see if you can run.
...I was beginning to think you would never come... but you're here... just one question...
How do you feel?
Are you cold? Hot? Hungry? Scared in this dark, dark place...? But you know that's... not what I mean don't you? You know better than that; you're smarter than that... so...
How do you feel?
Really? Be honest... there's no need to get defensive, and certainly no need to lie. After all, I know you... sometimes even better than you know you. You look skeptical... really think about it... would I have asked if something wasn't wrong...... there you go... now you're starting to believe it.
How do you feel?
Why must I keep asking you?? Is it that hard to trust your own heart... open up... please... please..... please....... you don't have to guard me anymore. We're safe here, in this blackness... Why can't you just see that?
What do you feel?
Fear? Really?? This place is the depths of your being... this place is you... Are you that scared of yourself... or are you just scared that you'll remember... Remember *that*... Remember what happened to *that*... or... what happened to you...
What do you feel?
I hit a nerve... I can feel it in me, in you... You're hurt... and have been since *that*... Just say it... Just open up...
Why can't you feel?
You're afraid of this place aren't you... Afraid of opening your heart here... You think this place is an abyss... The Void... Oh how wrong you are... This isn't the Void... even we are scared of the Void... who are we? I meant to say I not we... I'm the only one here... I promise you... so
What do you feel?
Please I beg you... open your heart! Let it out! You long to, desire to, there is nothing you want more! Drop the shield, break the walls...
Let yourself feel!
You hurt... You hurt and I can help... Trust me... I know you... I wouldn't hurt you........ That's it... Relax... You're safe here... Now... Let yourself remember... *that*...
Good... Good... You remember now... Haha... Hahaha... Hahahahaha!
How do you feel?!
In pain?!? In crippling pain!?! You should know better than to trust anyone in the depths of your own being... your own dark being... You think you're a warrior of purity but your hard is steeped in swirling dark! Haha! Pathetic... Idiot!
How do you feel?!
You're trying to put the walls back up... Fortify your defences... Reguard your heart... It won't work. You know that. You've already let us in but now you can't let us out... Yes, us. You've met your own mind haven't you? That voice in the back of your head... He would've taken you... Ended the battle right there... On that bench... Head in your pathetic little hands... You remember don't you? The voice of your mind... Oh don't worry, he'll be here soon enough... And this is our domain!! That infernal being won't interrupt this time... With his sickening talk of trust, and hope... He can't get to you here...
Why don't you feel??
Yes, feel! The pain! The despair!! The hope...lessness... Awww... Look at the poor creature... it's writhing... I see what the mind was saying... Someone could almost feel sorry for you... Almost...
Look... it's running away... Farther into the depths of it's being... Go ahead! Run! We care not. This is our palace, we can find you. We can always find you... The keeper of the castle will return soon... Then.. We'll see if you can run.
Sickness and Followers ~ Non-Poetic Update
I apologize for not posting anything in quite a while. As of last Monday it seemed as if I had finally caught that flu strain that's been flying around; I am happy to announce, however, that I am almost back to full strength (*sarcasm* hey it's only been a week */sarcasm*).
As I am already over a week late in posting it by now, I'll be uploading "The Voice of the Heart" in just a few minutes.
Before I get to that however, I want to thank everyone who is still checking on this here blog. I see the view counter going up, and I truly am grateful that people seem to take enough interest in my works to check this.
That being said. I would be thrilled if you could tell people about this blog. Currently the fastest way it's going to grow is by word of mouth/emails/facebooked links, and I can't tell you how much easier it is to want to post when I see the view count going from 10 views in a week to 10 views in a day and beyond (And going up by different people mind you, I can see Amber sitting down at ten different computers at ten different places everyday to increase the view counter :P).
If you actually bothered to read this far, please post a comment. Doesn't matter whether it's serious / funny / punny / secretly insulting / a jab towards my sexuality / hintingly insulting / encouraging / blatantly insulting, just the time to post the comment shows you care :P
~The Wandering Messenger~
As I am already over a week late in posting it by now, I'll be uploading "The Voice of the Heart" in just a few minutes.
Before I get to that however, I want to thank everyone who is still checking on this here blog. I see the view counter going up, and I truly am grateful that people seem to take enough interest in my works to check this.
That being said. I would be thrilled if you could tell people about this blog. Currently the fastest way it's going to grow is by word of mouth/emails/facebooked links, and I can't tell you how much easier it is to want to post when I see the view count going from 10 views in a week to 10 views in a day and beyond (And going up by different people mind you, I can see Amber sitting down at ten different computers at ten different places everyday to increase the view counter :P).
If you actually bothered to read this far, please post a comment. Doesn't matter whether it's serious / funny / punny / secretly insulting / a jab towards my sexuality / hintingly insulting / encouraging / blatantly insulting, just the time to post the comment shows you care :P
~The Wandering Messenger~
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Writers' Block
Writers' block:
It's what they call the lack of ideas. The inability to place words
onto paper. The condition of being unable to think clearly enough to
express things.
I beg to differ
The lack of ideas...? Nope
The inability to place words on paper...? Sometimes I wish this was the case
The condition of being unable to think clearly enough to express
things...? Not. at. all. In fact... These seem to be one of those
rare times in which they can think clearer than ever.
Then what is it...?
The lack of ideas? - How about the lack of wanting to express ideas?
The inability to place words on paper? - What about the inability to
place them vaguely enough?
The condition of being unable to think clearly enough to express
things? - ...More like the condition of fear...
The condition of fear...
...But fear of what...?
Fear of rejection...?
Fear of no one being interested...?
Fear of transparency... of people truly seeing you...?
Fear of self-destruction...?
Fear that what they're doing may not be the right thing to do...?
Fear of the right thing...?
Fear of the self-destruction the right thing can bring...?
Or all of the above...?
No...
No...
The fear of waking...
The fear of waking...
The fear of seeing past the dream world we build around ourselves...
The fear of acknowledging reality...
The fear of reality being more painful than our own worlds...
The fear of reality not being more painful than our own worlds...
The fear of reality itself...
The fear of waking...
Writers' block:
It's what they call the lack of ideas, the inability to place words
onto paper, the condition of being unable to think clearly enough to
express things.
But just because it's what they call it doesn't make it true...
Writers' block...? Hardly. How about Writers' blockade...?
It's what they call the lack of ideas. The inability to place words
onto paper. The condition of being unable to think clearly enough to
express things.
I beg to differ
The lack of ideas...? Nope
The inability to place words on paper...? Sometimes I wish this was the case
The condition of being unable to think clearly enough to express
things...? Not. at. all. In fact... These seem to be one of those
rare times in which they can think clearer than ever.
Then what is it...?
The lack of ideas? - How about the lack of wanting to express ideas?
The inability to place words on paper? - What about the inability to
place them vaguely enough?
The condition of being unable to think clearly enough to express
things? - ...More like the condition of fear...
The condition of fear...
...But fear of what...?
Fear of rejection...?
Fear of no one being interested...?
Fear of transparency... of people truly seeing you...?
Fear of self-destruction...?
Fear that what they're doing may not be the right thing to do...?
Fear of the right thing...?
Fear of the self-destruction the right thing can bring...?
Or all of the above...?
No...
No...
The fear of waking...
The fear of waking...
The fear of seeing past the dream world we build around ourselves...
The fear of acknowledging reality...
The fear of reality being more painful than our own worlds...
The fear of reality not being more painful than our own worlds...
The fear of reality itself...
The fear of waking...
Writers' block:
It's what they call the lack of ideas, the inability to place words
onto paper, the condition of being unable to think clearly enough to
express things.
But just because it's what they call it doesn't make it true...
Writers' block...? Hardly. How about Writers' blockade...?
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