New Poem: Solace

Here’s a new poem I wrote a few weeks ago. Photo taken by me ūüôā

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Solace

My solace is plague by the noise of your continuous lies ,

And in the prison they have locked me in,

I am consumed by my will to let your memory vanish.

Until they flood me with thoughts of unrealistic promises.

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It rushes through my veins,

How can it be so empty?

when the burden feels so heavy.

How am I letting you divert me from where I was going?

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Am I trapped between two guardians?

Or Am I trapped between two traitors?

I hold my arms out to stop them,

but they had already stepped back twice…Why?

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Is my bidding done,  or am I being held like a puppet?

Jumping through hoops,

falling on rocks,

There are no saviours, just two destroyers.

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My latest Poem: “Reaching for the tallest branch”

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The words disperse,

and her heart rapidly beats;

as she reaches for the tallest branch.

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It’s not that it is unknown,

it is that she realizes what she once dreamed about

became her present reality.

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The touch, the unbroken promises,

and the assurance that they are whole. 

She exhales, she hopes,

as she reaches for the tallest branch.

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The denial that absorbs her insecurities,

she knows in her mind she will fall again,

what can reassure her?

Just herself, as she reaches for the tallest branch.

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and the fear of freeing her patched up heart. 

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An apparition that signifies the start of a journey,

that is freeing her patched up heart.

After many failed attempts at healing damaged chapters.

What, if anything, is left for her to give? 

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An unfair question to herself.

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It is this moment when she becomes aware,

that everything she is has never left

and the emotional beating was the wall she created.

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What now?

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She once looked in the mirror, in a dream, as an elder.

She faced fear, regret, everything she didn’t want to become.

It haunted her, until she set on to stop it from being her reality.

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She lets go,

she opens up,

she loves again.

She reaches the tallest branch.

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Last Memory

A poem I wrote tonight. Photo is a painting I made. Enjoy ūüôā

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In all the times you were gone

I searched where you weren’t existent

unaware of your presence, where,

our known emotions had gathered.

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In a happenstance your feelings came to fruition;

Why were you hiding? Why so afraid?

At my awareness, your retraction, and my bemuse reaction,

all we said were stares.

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If going back to what we were, became the intention;

Why the silence? Why the smile?

What we chose once was the place you distanced from.

I stuck and waited, with denial as my saviour. 

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There are no more words that can vanish what hurt,

but that one action healed what I never thought was possible.

And it replayed in my mind; 

the smiles, the songs, the rhythm of our nights.

 

Somewhere

Hi everyone! It’s been a while. Here’s a poem I wrote yesterday. Hope you like it :)!

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Somewhere amongst the clear faces. Somewhere along the walk.

Somewhere between the laughs and the talks,

where that one speaks to you.

Is it the conscious or the desire? Could it be that she wants that truth?

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The stars connect and the unspoken words,

unwrap and they are once again whole.

Said truth unveils in dreams as they come

why can’t she get that there is none?

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She sees what that one could have become,

she grieves that the chance is gone.

Above where choices fail to align

and a world where they are just one

it haunts her heart and stings her soul,

he is where he wants to be.

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She is lost where she once had no hope,

yowling on the broken grounds

where arms holding her up to rise

with painful realistic thoughts.

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She looks and smiles at the helping arms

that softly help her escape

she walks beside of what she let go

while hearing his voice once again.

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Skip through the torments, the laments and the tears,

and forward to the time to heal.

He is where he wants to be,

and she found where she belongs.

 

What kind of questions do you get asked as a writer?

I find that quite often, when I say I’m a writer, the questions start to pour in. I’m going to post a few questions I often get asked. Feel free to share yours, as well!

1) So, you write during your free time?

-I love how people immediately assume, I’m not a full-time writer — and they’re right! I have my day job, and I write on my days off (mostly).

2) So, you’re going to be the next J.K. Rowling?

-Whenever someone asks me this type of question, they always use J.K. Rowling. I always take it as a compliment, because that means, they can see me becoming a great writer. However, I always say, I’m going to become the next ME. My favourite writers are only my inspirations, and I wouldn’t want to be compared.

3) If you don’t like a character, you can always kill it off!

-As easy as it sounds, “getting rid” of a character is a whole process. I may dislike a character, but I can’t just throw a brick at it, and kick it out of the book. There has to be a motivation behind it, and a purpose. The death of a character changes the course of the whole plot. Then again, writing a character off may be possible, depending on your novel. However, for me, that throws me off completely.

4) You must have like a thousand pages written, right? right? right?

-In an alternate universe, yes! Right now, you don’t want to know how many times, I’ve edited the first chapters.

5) Do you have a writing ritual?

-I always make a cup of tea, and listen to Enya.

6) Do you still use paper?

-Yes, I have a journal where I write my WordPress blog posts, to keep track of them. Whenever I get ideas at random times, I either use my phone or paper. It depends on the situation.

7) What’s your genre? What do you write about? What are you working on?

-My focus is Young Adult fiction/fantasy. I write short stories and poetry. I’m working on a novel that’s meant to be inspirational for future young adults. I’m finishing a short story I started years ago, but never got around to finish. I’ve also been recently inspired by my friends, so I’m working on a short story based on our conversation. These short stories will be posted here, soon!

Of course! The world doesn’t rule me today!

Writer in a bottle

I’ve been inured to writing for a while now. It’s basically my twin, and I have some sort of relationship with it. We’re like an old married couple, honestly. If I don’t find the right words, it goes on the couch (metaphorically speaking). A witness to this fictional matrimony is Enya, the most wonderful singer in the entire universe. She has joined our fellowship (Lord of the Rings reference), and has made it very difficult to write without her gracious music playing in the background. “What? You don’t listen to rap songs? Hip hop, yo?” That’s right, I don’t. If you do, I’m cool with it, I have nothing against you, but how is “Shake yo thang you dirty b****” is going to inspire me? You’ve read my blog (hopefully), so unless I’m banging a spider, I don’t think I’d find any of those songs useful.

Adrenaline engulfs my spirit when I write. It honestly feels like I’m living my life inside a bottle, and it’s only when I write, when I’m released into the world. It’s a good bottle, though. But, you know what I mean. It’s a different world. It’s an abiding reward that doesn’t always disappoint. While it doesn’t give me magical powers (unless I write about it), it does grant me the wish to share my thoughts with the world. Forget three wishes, with me and my writing, you get infinite ones.

In many ways, I do not feel trapped in a bottle. I feel it is merely a chance to live your life and to escape to where you want to go, while still doing good to others. I like to think of it as being a pianist. I don’t play the piano, but when I see those who do, you can tell they’re being transported into another realm. They let their souls and fingers take them where they feel they must go at that moment. In my case, my piano is my keyboard.

Allow yourself a time to escape your world. But do not feel guilty, or feel you might be ungrateful, because you want to escape your bottle. It’s simply a different route you can take, while still finding a way back. What you do inside your bottle will reflect on what you do outside of it. You’re still the same person, but you’re giving yourself a different adventure. It’s okay.

Image^^^This is not a picture of a bottle, but of my former hamster (RIP) leaving his ‘bottle’. See, even hamsters let themselves loose once in a while :). I know, it’s for food, but hey, it’s their world!

Of course! The world doesn’t rule me today :D!

 

 

 

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Writer’s Block – Who can say when I’ll shine. Only Time.

I’ve finally started writing my novel. I’m hoping to finish a draft by the end of this year, unless I let myself hit writer’s block, again.

Writing is rewarding yourself with printing your inner thoughts and feelings on a piece of paper (or MS word document). At the same time, it can also become a dreadful place, in which you’ll find ungrateful memories you never wanted to visit again. How do you overcome such thing?

The answer is clear, I’m not meant to. I’ve dug the deepest any artist does at one point in their life. I can only begin to explore and discover more about myself, and the message I have to send. It is terrifying, when you think about it. Why does my brain take me so deep, where the only way out is to confront the known and unknown? My brain does think it’s a pi√Īata, or the gift that keeps on giving. But, if I ever want to finish this novel, I have to embark in unexpected journeys (like Bilbo Baggins).

Only failures can lead to success, and believe me, I have failed many times. I know I won’t like what I’ll find, once I unblock these demons that are stopping me from writing, but perhaps, I can use my good memories to pull me back up.

This is going to be a new long journey. I want to get rid of my fears, but at the same time I’m intrigued and I want them here, I want to face them and I want to conquer them; however, I don’t want to forget them. All these fears have made me who I am today.

I wonder what the outcome is going to be after I’m done. Only time can tell.

“Book of Days” and “Only Time” by Enya have become my theme songs, right now (yes, the title of this post is in reference to one of those songs). By the way, if they ever turn my novel into a movie, I want her in the soundtrack! She’s my favourite artist :). Well, besides the great Peter Jackson! I hope he does a movie based on my novel :). Hey, I can dream! But, I’m here to share my messages and to search for peace, not fame. Whatever is meant to be :).

 

Of course! The world sort of rules me today!