NEW Poetry and Automatic Writing

Here's some NEW poetry, just written and a sample of automatic writing that I did for fun. Automatic writing is when you sit down with a pen and let anything and everything that you think of come down on the paper. It's fun and interesting, at the very least, though I don't know if it will make much sense.

Here and Now

I do not fear the infinite beings,
the powers I know not of.
My fear lies in the hearts of men,
in the here and now.
How can I look to the heavens
when the earth is being ravaged?
How can I sing praises
when innocent little lives are taken?
How can I look ahead
when so much can be learned from behind?
It matters not to me what awaits me in the after
but rather what awaits outside my front door.

Nightmare in the Light of Day

nightmare in the light of day
burning down a new frontier
spinning ghosts up in the sun
a danger to us all
blinding flashes of white hot fear
seldom seen by those alive
but felt deeper than a jagged knife
 to the heart
oh nightmare thou art terrible but great
take your terror to the dark of night
 and leave this land to the living

 
Automatic Writing

Blankly I stare at a wall hoping something will leap suddenly out at me, fly smack into my face and ignite a fire within me. Less is more. Write to heal. Kill to feel. Once they told me I was great. Never going to go there. I can tell you many things. Of what time, I cannot say. There is only one. Two can make four and I am nine. So saith the man. Take me to a new place. Paradise is ever closer. I loathe this feeling of hatred. Two fish go south. Evergreen boughs hanging. Towards the light. One second was all it took. Seven minutes. The escape was imminent. There are none left. Cry out and die. Weep for her. Turn to the sun. The road leads out. Corners pierce the sides. Miles out we decided to go. This is wrong. Go no further. Pick up the pieces of a broken wheel. Party pleads with you. Some say it's crazy. I've never heard a whale. Luck will have you. None of this works. But what does that mean? I cannot hear. Feel the way. Keep to the grass. Sound deafens you. Creep silently. The box was open. I didn't do it. Straight face. Stare me down. I feel it there. Once and gone. The purple lass took off. I will say no more. Except time. Wicked creases in the walls. Too bad for you. The block has been moved. Exit now. Veer left. This is the way we bite our tails. Hum, drum the day is done. But what makes man and wife. Super easy love. One in a billion. I never could say. Make one two. A barrel of them. Sometimes I see rain. Tell me more about you. I breathe too much. There are voices. Call me something fierce. Great words roll forth. Stop and tell me more. Serious now we all are. Turbines spinning in the dark. Ugly faces stare at me. The walls close in. Blackness falls. What a night. Uneasy. The long stretch ahead. Looming ever nearer. Tracks on a forest floor. Beaten path of song. A herd of cattle. Brains are beauty. A horse is not a cow. This is nuts. Where am I? Alone and afraid. Time will tell. Now is not the time. Understand me fully. Listen to what I said. Look and be made new. Clear your head.

Hidden Gems

Well, I know it has been a really long time since I have posted and for that I apologize. I was simply caught up in the excitement of graduating and actually knowing what it feels like to relax. I have read three books already since graduation. It is lovely to be able to enjoy reading again. I also went through my college notes and found some hidden gems of writing that I would love to share with you all. Enjoy!

Nothing and Everything

It seems unnecessary.
She stops and stares at the drops as they hit the river.
I notice the wet moss beneath me.
She turns and presents a tiny frog. It leaps from her hand and hits the water.
I am listening, not watching, not moving. I am contemplating the idea of self.
Pine trees sway, needles mixed with rain, littering the forest floor.
"Why can't you do this for me?"
I still won't acknowledge the voice, but I hear the pleading.
A bird dances across the rocks, making tiny wet tracks, dark gray upon light.
"I am nothing and everything at once."


Fleeting

And after death?
What happens then?
My "impact" on life
will disappear
as quickly as a schoolgirl crush.
My writing will be trashed,
burned,
scattered,
much like the ashes of
my useless body.
My floating spirit,
attached to nothing,
can claim no longer
these snatches of
words and phrases.

Off Day

It is really hard to be motivated on my off day. All I want to do is lay in bed and not accomplish anything. Unfortunately, I have a paper due tomorrow, so that's not happening.

I hope you all have had time to read some of my poetry and stories. I am really excited to start sharing my writing with a larger audience.

Remember, if there is something you have always wanted to do, do it! I waited to long to start being serious about my writing. It is a great feeling to know that I am actually accomplishing something.

Of course, there are those people who will not support you, who you feel like judge you for trying to do something else with your life that is different. But I say, ignore those people. Take charge of your life and do what you love.

Finally!

Finally put some poetry and short stories on the website. I hope you all enjoy reading them. If you have any feedback, please feel free to tell me, I am open to suggestions and healthy criticism!

Today has been wonderful for me. I feel like I am actually working hard to do something I love. It's a great feeling to put so much effort into writing. I used to write so much that I could barely feel my hand. There were a bunch of notebooks and pages lying around my room with ideas and story lines scribbled upon them. I can't wait to do that again.