Friday, March 14, 2014

Lost, No Direction

I feel lost again, no one to blame, but myself, even then I am not playing the blame game, for it is not a game, it is life, my life, in which I have lost my way, a feeling of not belonging. I like where I am, I like, love the you, it's not you, so don't think it is, don't read too much into this, it is me, all me, that is the problem, not you, not us. I just have to find my way again, find where I belong, and want to be, I'm torn and at times feel like I am being pulled in different directions, but don't worry, it's not you personally or us, I love you and us.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

the beginning, the middle, or the end...

He felt a weird certainty deep down in his marrow as he poured the first few fingers of the evening's espresso and lit his Camel cigarette. At first, it was nothing more than a subtle, metronomic beat in his head...beginning to hear a sort of internal percussion...

Monday, January 20, 2014

When We are Young

When we are young, we have big plans, high hopes, then we grow up. Plans changed, our lives take on a new direction, so much we want to do, so much we need to do, not a whole lot of time- to do all we would like...

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Poetry Analysis: “Apologia” by Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde, A brilliant poet and man of his time. He writes with emotion and such ease and truthfulness. The title in this poem, “Apologia” means to defend one’s action or opinion. In this poem, Mr. Wilde writes how he defends himself of how he mourns. He asks if shall sell his clothes so he can wear something duller in color or should he not have any fun simply because of his loss. He thus, decides to be happy that he had the chance to love, rather than be sad about losing his love. He thinks of the happy times and positive moments, rather than the loss of the love. As in the second and third stanza losing a love, he will prevail, and it is better to have loved, rather than not at all. He will not sit around and be sad, feeling sorry for himself; as in the line “…and let sorrow dig its grave within my heart.” The fourth stanza, first line, “Perchance it may be better so- at least I have not made my heart a heart of stone…” He is not letting the sorrow win and weighing his heart down or turning it to stone, so he will not feel love again. Instead, he is grateful for the love he had while it last. Wilde reserves his right to mourn whatever way feels right, and he defends his actions and opinions with all his heart and soul. “Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken.” ~Oscar Wilde This poem could be a lesson many of us to whom have difficulty moving on and letting go of lost loves. Be happy that you have loved than not at all. Let go and continue with your journey.

Determination

Hello! It's been awhile since I've posted anything on here; no real reason why, just haven't been in the right mindset, but it's a new year, a new beginning. There should be something new posted each week, I'd like to post something everyday; however, I will start with weekly. Writing is my passion and ultimately would love to make this my career; therefore, I need to get back my dedication and determination, and write, and keep writing, along with submitting what I write. Determination comes from within, as everything else we want to accomplish in our lives. Nothing will keep me from writing and submitting, I may be poor with money, but I am rich in health and happiness in that I am doing what I love to do; which is write.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

update

Hello, its been awhile I know since I've written anything on here. Been in a holiday slump, in which I am sure, that some of you understand. I am slowly coming out of it and shall be back to "normal." Been doing some free writing in a notebook. Needed to take a little break from next poetry book and a few short stories. I wish all my fans, friends, and family a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Hoping that all of you peace and happiness.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

I am me...

I am me. No one can take that from me, So don't even try. I am who I am, I am proud of who I am, How many can say that, Can you? Not afraid to be who I am, What I am, I don't care what others say, Or think of me, They don't know me.