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Writing Problems PT. 2

It’s been a while since I was last active on here. It’s the same old life getting in the way cliche and wishing that the things I loved the most were getting in the way of life… like writing for example.

What’s annoying about having to take breaks away from writing, is when you do go back to that novel or story or poem, the ideas you had are lost and all you have in front of you is a bunch of words going no where and you feel like a part of your mind that had your shit together is hibernating in a locked room somewhere in your brain.

Getting back into the habit of writing every single day, even a line on a scrap of paper, is hard. Some days I feel like it’s forced, other days it’s a routine I want to scratch into my brain and I feel like I’m on my way to finally getting my stuff together. And then other days I’m left with a blank page which represents my thoughts.

But, I’m trying. And I guess that’s what counts.

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Late Spring

Predicting futures repeating into the past

this short season around your iris will everlast

Spicy earth drugs the air

wrapping around tentative tongues

Footsteps awaken puddles

as escaped muddy leaves

float under ripples of dancing trees

Your freckled, emerald eyes twinkle

alluring hopes to be and forgotten about

in this early summer, late spring.

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I Fell From the Ground and Landed in the Sky

My minds a forgotten doll

whose seams are ready to burst

as pills pop out of cottons cracks

prolonging the pounding

my heart sleeps in a dense grave

barely ringing chimes

disintegrating with every pump

wondering how many more times

my shell’s a crumbling coffin

no room to win in restriction

dust coats vision and bones are bitten

tongue can’t click conviction

my unspoken thoughts play

in opaque black silence

too tired to collect them

too hollow to try.

Too weak to push the lid

blow memories through the gap

and cry infront of strangers

maybe give directions

to find loose pins

doubting they could find a way

to stitch up the cracks in my dolls coffin.

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Writing Intentions: Part 2

In the past week, I have rekindled my love/hate relationship with sharing my writing online.

Sharing my work has always been weird to me. I tend to care too much about what others think. When a piece I particularly love doesn’t get as much attention as my other pieces then it can sting a bit, BUT, I am getting better at posting for me rather than whether other people will like it or not. Which I think is a thing every writer has to learn and adapt to at some point.

I’ve noticed I tend to get into a cycle of posting regularly for a week or so and then being inactive for about four months or more. I used to have writing blogs on Tumblr and I deleted them because I wasn’t consistent enough in posting which I thought was a bad thing. In truth, it’s not. This blog is mine. My writing is mine. And I only owe it to me to post what I want and when.

Some habits don’t die but I’m hoping to evole the cycle of ‘posting as much as I can in a week and then neglecting this account for months’ in to ‘posting regularly as and when and having no more than a months worth of inactivity‘. Maybe this goal is realistic or maybe it’s not but I can try, right?

I intend to not delete this blog, like I have done with my others. I’m going to use it to help me to deal with my insecurities as a writer and to encourage me to post in a pattern that suits me, rather than to prove that I have ‘finished’ content to post. Also, constantly setting up blogs and then deleting them over and over can get pretty tedious to sort out.

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Writing Intentions

When I first began this blog, my intention was to post my poetry and other pieces of my writing every now and then. I set a goal of posting every week and of using this to inspire me to write more. Plus all of the lovely creativity I’ve found on here has been a source of encouragement which has filled me with lasting inspiration.

However, it’s been nearly 5 months (or maybe 6?) since my last post so you could say I’ve failed in my initial goal.

The truth is I’m a perfectionist. The pieces I have posted took a while to write and even now I’m not completely certain that they are finished and should have been put up for other people to see. And the only pieces I do, absolutely adore are too personal to post – yes yes, the best writing is the ones where you share your soul with others. But I’m not a fan of letting people know what I see and feel, even if they are shown through snippets of poetry and prose.

And another truth is that there’s not enough time to write. Sure, I can make time to but I hate being rushed. There isn’t time to explore, think and take my time in letting ideas form. I’m constantly in a rush to find inspiration, to write the one piece that will make someone stop and say “Wow”. Setting up this blog made me realise that I care more about what other people think of my work more than what I do about sharing my work just for the fun of it.

Starting from now I will use this blog for FUN. I will stop worrying of what people think about my writing and feeling like my pieces get lost in between all the brilliant pieces of writing that I’ve seen so far on here. Cause’, when it comes down to it, my pieces may not get recognition and may be forgotten but at least I can say that I created something. That I took the time to start it, end it, edit it and finish it.

I should be grateful that I can create. And if you can create something that you loved nourishing then you should show it off to the world. Be unafraid of criticism. Regardless of what others think, a creation should not be hidden. It should be seen for what it is and it should fill you with pride that finally the idea has now become solid, for all, but most importantly, for yourself to see.