The Undefeated Villain

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It has always been there
and always will be.
Harboring your thoughts,
fostering your emotions,
compelling your actions.
It follows you around
like a shadow on your back.
Sometimes, it seems to simply lurk,
making no sound at all.
But it won’t stay silent for long.
When it finally decides to be heard,
you know just what its voice can do.
It can slink down your spine
and seep into your soul.
Causing your core
to grow cold and clammy.
Nauseating you.
Sickening you.
Disgusting you.
You can try to convince yourself
that its clutch is only temporary,
that you can somehow break free
of the shackles it confines you in.
But soon you will realize
that you are just a prisoner
of your own war.
That the only villain in your midst
is the one defeated
only by destroying yourself.
Some battle the enemy in their minds,
others succumb to its desires.
But the beast will remain untamed,
the villain, undefeated.
For no one has power over themselves.

Photo Credit: http://www.gfi.com/blog/how-to-avoid-becoming-the-villain/

The Abyss

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Reaching across the barrier
into the darkness.
Blind to the forces
congregated in the abyss.

Faces emerge
through the obsidian air
but to what they are,
you are unaware.

Demons that lurk
in the depth of the night?
or figments
that have escaped your mind?

Your eyes closed-
and your hand extended.
Facing those fears
that remained suspended.

Suspended- in the back
of your wandering thoughts.
Just floating above
that line you’d never cross.

But here you stand-
on the edge of innocence and sin,
questioning where one ends
and the other begins.

The Jungle

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I hate when I think
myself into oblivion.
There’s often no return.
My mind starts to wander
and gets lost in the jungle
of confusion and curiosity.

My thoughts trip over
the tree roots and tall grass.
And my ideas
get tangled in the vines.

The concepts I’ve always
believed to be true
are running from the lions.
Then my logic goes swimming
with the fish and the flamingos,
and gets trapped by a crocodile.

The monkeys keep badgering
and the birds seem to be laughing
while these creatures crawl around.
Making my path
too hard to follow
and far too easy to stumble.

The trees, too tall to climb
and the floor is too entwined.
I get lost in a haze
of brown and green, bark and leaves
and can sometimes be too hard to find.

The only sure way
to escape this place
is to close my eyes
and fall asleep
and hope my dreams will save me.

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Nighttime Thoughts

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Laying in bed
needing to sleep.
Thoughts in my head,
too many to keep.

But they won’t go away-
They drive me insane.
In my mind they stay
as they infest my brain.

I close my eyes
and try to silence this voice.
But it’s only a guise
because I’ll never have that choice.

I can’t stop thinking,
wondering, and questioning.
So I’ll just lay here, blinking,
until my thoughts stop wrestling.

Allergic to ‘E’ Challenge

I took the allergic to ‘e’ challenge from Alisha.
I had a hard time not using the word “the” haha, not using ‘e’ is is a lot more difficult than I figured it would be!

Sound surrounds
my passing thoughts.
Waiting until
my mind is caught-
Caught by strings
wrapping around my brain,
pulling my passions
and plucking at my pain.
I ask for this sound
to finally stop,
but it only says
that it’s all my fault-
My fault that sound
has a way of invading
my mind
and always staying
in my soul.

The Mine of Thoughts – Interactive Poetry

Essential Me from http://sowmyaparamasivam.wordpress.com/ challenged me on my interactive poetry  to write a poem using the word “mine” in every line. “Mine” is a very difficult word to use more than a few times in one poem, especially without sounding redundant. I also didn’t want to only make it a few lines long and tried my best to make sure it made sense, haha. Here’s my attempt!

I mine the canals
of this mind of mine,
careful to keep this minefield from erupting.
But I only find that with a heart like mine-
A soul like mine,
that this mind of mine has long been corrupting.
I continue to mine
as this minefield festers-
slowly a mine of thoughts pour to the ground.
That once empty canal of mine
is now a mine of ideas which I have finally found.

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Timed Writing Challenge

About a month and a half ago, Laine Anne Theodore nominated me to do a timed writing challenge.  I just had the time this morning to finally write my piece.


My prompt was:
You are speaking to a group of young adults at a writer’s workshop. Share with them what writing means to you, and any advice you have that may encourage them to follow their own dreams as writers.

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Words are personal. They can express your emotion, share your story, or offer your opinions. Often, people strive to be like the greats in their field, but with writing, that isn’t an option. The only great you can become is yourself. No two people will ever have the same voice, or the same view because no two people are the same. Everyone is different, everyone has something different to say, and everyone will say it in a different way.
Writing can ignite a fire, or put the flames out. When brought to life, words hold more power than any army could ever possess. It gives voice to the words you can’t speak and it immortalizes thoughts you wish to keep. To me, writing is much more than scribbling some array of letters and symbols on a piece of paper- It’s a way to tell everyone what I think and who I am. I write for love, for passion, and for tranquility. I love words and what they can entail, I have a passion to express what I need the world to know, and it clears my mind and puts my soul to ease. Nothing is more satisfying than finally having your thoughts heard when you felt like no one was listening.
Don’t feel ashamed to turn your abstract ideas into concrete expressions. Don’t tell yourself that you’re not good enough or that your thoughts aren’t worth it. The only bad writer is the one who never writes. Keep thinking, keep feeling, keep writing. Maybe your words will be the ones to change the world.

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I gave myself 10 minutes, and in that time frame I got 264 words. I tend to focus my writing more on quality than quantity, so I spent too much time trying to phrase things well rather than raising my word count. But, I got most of what I wanted to say, said and that’s what matters.


 

These are the rules:
1. Open an MS Word Document.
2. Set a stop watch or your mobile phone timer to 5 or 10 minutes, whichever challenge you think you can beat.
-Your topic is at the foot of this post BUT DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH YOUR TIMER!!!
3. Fill the word doc with as much words as you want. Once you start writing do not stop.
-Do not cheat by going back and correcting spelling and grammar using spell check (its only meant for you to reflect on your own control of
sensible thought flow and for you to reflect on your ability to write the right spelling and stick to grammar rules)
-You may or may not pay attention to punctuation or capitals. However, if you do, it would be best
4. At the end of your post write down ‘No. of words = ____” so that we would have an idea of how much you can write within the time frame.
5.Do not forget to copy paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new topic for your nominees and copy paste these rules with your nomination (at least five (5) bloggers).


 

So, I nominate:

1. Danica Aquino

2. Malvika

3. Ellie 

4. Veira Reign

5. Insight07

6. And anyone who wants to participate!


 

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What inspires you to write what you do? Whether it be positive/negative thoughts, fiction, life experiences, etc. Did something/someone in your life spark that desire or do you just have a passion for that genre? Also, have you ever wrote or ever wanted to write something that was completely different from what you usually write? If you did write it, how did it go? If you didn’t, why did you choose not to?

Reading/Writing Poetry

Does poetry need to be obscure?

I read a large amount of poetry on this site, and many poems I come across are so difficult to decipher. Using vague terms and strange allusions- forcing the reader to either analyze the writing or move on from it.

This poses a question to me.

Is it me, disinterested in the poem or not favoring the style or language presented? Or, is it simply poor writing?

Then, I am faced with another wondering.

I know I come across a number of these posts/poems a day. So, how many people have read one of mine and thought to themselves, “wow that was bad” or have just stopped reading several lines in?

Personally, word choice is a big aspect of poetry to me-more than the actual subject of the piece. If someone crams nothing but academic language, gargon, and “big words” into their poems, I, most likely, won’t enjoy it. Each word serves it’s own purpose. And no two words mean the exact same thing, so I think it is crucial to find the word that precisely suits the tone and emotion of the piece.

As writers, we can be our own worst critcs, but we also know more about our writing than anyone else, so it can be hard determining whether someone outside of our exact realm of knowledge would be able to accurately grasp the concept being expressed throughout our works.

So, I have some general questions:
Is there a particular aspect of poetry you find more important than others?
What do you find the most difficult about writing/reading poetry?

And a more personal one:
Is there something about my poetry that you would suggest I work on or consider changing?

A Waste

What happens
When you run out of words?

When the spark
That once lit your fire
Fades away
And leaves your mind
Sitting in the dark.

You stare at the paper
With pen in hand
But all that comes out
Are scribbles and
Little words
That amount to nothing-
That don’t make sense
Or mean a thing.

Their worthless,
Dull
A waste of ink and paper.
A waste of time.
And the waste of my mind.

Hopefully Soon

I just wanted to quickly thank everyone for being patient with me. I haven’t had much time to post or give much notice to other blogs lately, and I apologize for that.

This is my last week of this semester, then I have one week without school before I begin my summer classes. However, I hope I will have time throughout the summer to post and respond more.

The stress of school is starting to get to me, but I only have 2 more tests and 2 more big assignments to finish, then this semester’s stressors will finally be over! Just in time for next semesters to start. Anyway… hopefully I can get back to my routine and start writing more often than time had allowed this month.

Thank you again for sticking around for me:)