Ok, I know, it’s only 4 days, but the rediscovery of my writing voice means a lot to me. The fact that I’ve kept it going has really made me happy.
When I last posted, I had only written those 2, which I’ve edited a bit since. As I sit now, I have just under 30 pieces in my document as well as 7 pages of exercises that I’ve been doing. I also have plans on turning this process into a little book based on the process of this rediscovery. I doubt it’ll go anywhere or anything, but at least I can say “I wrote a book!” (and let’s just not mention that no one read it :p).
I also plan on converting both my current works as well as those old ones into an online library. Yeah, go ahead, laugh. Put it on my list of “Web stuff to do”. I hope to start it this week, but won’t be finishing (or even deeply working on) functionality or improved UI until a later date.
So, since I can sit here and just talk about my writing, I should probably shut up and let you read. If you’re read all of the crap above, it’s about time for more…
She Smiles
Opening up and reaching in
Man sits with thoughts within
New voice stirring within his head
Keeping him awake lying in bed
Awake all night but dreams all day
Of those words he is unable to say
With no voice but pen on page
Sits strapped in this silent cage
Small point of dark harkens back
To old days of enveloping black
But new eyes see in different light
Forever erasing that old dark blight
A touch of hope still remains
That one day he’ll ease these pains
And say those words he really means
To this face he sees in dreams
But still he sits in self-wrought cell
Ever wishing that he could tell
This one bright heart in empty miles
What he feels when he sees her smile
Bear With Me
First time written
In very long time
All seems to be
About the same thing
She’s stuck in my head
What can I say?
She’s pretty much the
Only thing in there
It’s true that I can’t
Tell her how I feel
And this bothers me greatly
For I really need to
Even this little one
Is still about her
At least it got
Me writing again
So bear with me please
As I bang on the keys
That wasn’t supposed to rhyme
This isn’t that type of poem
So as I go on
I’ll find more stuff to see
I promise you
It won’t only be about her
But here I continue
On and on and on
About my inability
To get my mind off her
Again, at least
I’m writing again
Considering I haven’t
Done any for ten years
The machine’s quite rusty
And the engine needs oil
But I keep pushing on
And this stanza doesn’t fit
A poem about itself
While asking you to wait
Seems rather ironic
At least it’s different
In that it’s not about her
Though each line’s getting longer
It’s really not supposed to rhyme
I said that before
So here I go again
Repeating old lines
It makes this easier
As I don’t have to think
But think I do anyway
About how this piece
Isn’t about her
Even though, it kinda is.