Remembering moments where we grow anxious of passing time as kids. Yet When I look at you, it is as if time stands still. Seconds holding you close as minutes accumulate into hours, with eyes locked upon one another. Tracing your features as presentations are drawn when you are before me. Eyes finding color by the light of your smile; See them forever change in an array as hazel gems are your treasure. Forgive me for letting such time apart not arrive sooner, yet it was not ours. But now let it continue to move around us in circles, frozen when we are close to its edge. Hands intertwined by fingers locked finding its course by natural flow. Endless promises I carry not as the present keeps us in reality from a fantasy. But know that these words are not fleeting letters passed on in the battlefield of hearts. You come into focus and as continues to drop and pass on the hourglass, I find a sense of paradise in the desert that once was. Find me tuning the strings and bring about new music with each passing word. You are your own, the queen I see.
They tell you in life to keep looking forward. ‘Never turn back’ is actually a motto to some people. Taking time to reflect upon certain things has led me to write this article.
Yesterday I was rereading certain poems and entries that I wrote for the blog. I could see how much I’ve improved as well as how much I needed to take time and seriously look at my work. I tend to look at life and reflect upon the lessons learned but this is included it in it. I don’t know how many times I facepalmed myself as I saw common mistakes, words being used, even punctuation mistakes. Like I’ve stated, I’ve never taken a creative writing class and all I have to work with is practice, workshops I may attend and tips, tricks, etc, I can pick up. I do seriously want to be a successful writer.
I was asked the question again, if I didnt get paid, would I still write? Of course I would, this is a huge part of who I am now. I honestly can’t see myself living a life and not being able to write. In saying this, I want to take this more seriously. I have been cutring out key things that do not allow me the time to write, social media, gaming, and etc. So far the cuts have been quite helpful and I have written more than before-even though I haven’t been posting as much as I should, here. But the reality is, I am not forcing myself to write, I just feel a need to write and everything else is a distraction that does not benefit my choice to do so or my life as a whole.
Even with rereading my work before it is posted, I also need to carefully examine what I say or do. My words truly have the power to change someone, as well as myself. I am not a child or a teenager, I am an adult and I will continue to grow, leading others and influencing them, based on the choices I am making now. And so I also encourage people to do the same. Look back and see where you are going and What you need to do to change and truly pursue your goals.
The gasps were echoed among the crowded space, as my presence was known. Amidst the pleasant company surrounding me, none was welcoming. To have been known and as the passing light fades revealing my identity, I am forgotten and remembered to pasts thought to have been forgiven. But is the revelation overwhelming to such a degree that the sweltering rays of my gaze, reflects and melts away the thoughts frozen in time? How is it possible for mere mortals to hold such distaste in eternal promises? Silence growing louder as my beating drum knew no sound or feeling, for heart was left in hand but dropped to shatter in pieces without a right mind.
Whispers emerged after what appeared to be a timeless voyage seeking refuge but setting sail to the storm on the horizon. Shadow cast from setting sun to glowing light, trying to peer through veils. Unbeknownst the audience, my passing was recounted as a tale but never an epic beyond fables landing passing eyes, only ears. Now the stories interwoven by my appearance, wraps in perfect unison, depicting the nature of my existence. I am no ghost.
Masquerade in celebration now halted by an unmasked man. Facades drawn to a blank, revealing the clarity of vision. Meaning is not lost but rooted with passing encounters, defining actions as nothing more. Empty words holding no fruit as space is given with each foot drifting across and so I carry on.
Beady eyes finding worth by bringing down looks. Holding themselves in high esteem while imperfections ring out and deafens the building of words piling up the monumental moment, bestowed by my arrival. My return apparent and yet never embraced or foreseen, though quick action is given by none at all. Find me leave the quarrels of minds and feelings to depart on my return as an endless paradox.
“Don’t fall in love with a writer, for you will fall in love with their words”
I remember reading that quote and a part of me shattered. I couldn’t understand why someone would be so quick to mention this. I was quickly racing through every word ever written to see if it was true. Were my words a facade or mask? I kept reading to then have them state that when a writer declares they love, you become a project. Again, my heart started pounding, was I lie?
I have written countless poems about love and even written notes, articles, and etc about the subject. I have had 2 relationships where I was fully aware that I was a writer, as well. Unlike what most people like to say, being a writer has dramatically revealed to me the importance of words, as well as the weight each word holds. I don’t just write or speak about things as lightly as I did before. I don’t need to place eloquent words or be perceived as an intellectual because I want to be understood or draw people to truly grasping what I’m conveying.
I have been in love and I continue to love even now, as I get involved with different relationships, like friendships, even an intimate one with my girlfriend now. I remember her saying how she has never woken up to a poem being written to her and it dawned on me that my inspiration is drawn from life. It is not that people become projects or a muse, but that my emotions, in its rawest form and pure, are shown. When I write, I bleed. This is the quote that has driven me to continue in this field. I was always keen to say that I was not an extreme romantic anymore but I do hold to true love, not showcased as society has placed it on a mantle.
As a writer I can state, don’t become afraid to fall in love with us, poets, artists, and etc. You will be the only people that get to see us in our truest self. We will show you the way that love is not perceived in its purest form but as well, we will love, knowing beauty transcends our art and is captivated in who you are as well. To love a writer means to know that our words are more than words but a part of who we are, for action is drawn from them. Learn to love a writer and be shown the world as an adventure.
We’ve heard the sayings ringing out like a choir performing an epic verse to a song, “If it’s meant to be, it will be” or even, “whatever is yours will find its way to you.”. The believers of fate proclaiming that fate drives us all to a predestined plan set in motion since the beginning of time. Others, who hold to a kore skeptical belief, swear we make our own destiny and fate, choosing the choices we make in life.
I will be honest in stating that I used to believe in fate. There were moments when I believed in luck but as my years have advanced, I know that for the most part, we choose our choices and life. Now this does not mean I’m a skeptical to a grand plan set by God. I have stated it before that I am a believer. I just know that things don’t just happen or that. Now sure, I can say that God has a plan for me and I can abide in His will, I also know I can choose to follow my own path.
I was recently discussing this with my girlfriend about how we can say that it was “fate” but in the reality is, we never truly know. I could have chosen 20 different paths or choices that would have had me working somewhere else or not even being able to meet her, for instance. I am not defined by where I am now but ultimately where I choose to be or do.
Ive heard and seen people get depressed or become anxious because they have stated that they are fated for greatness, everyone wants to be a star and yet never realize their own potential or limitations. Not everyone will be an entrepreneur, unlike what society teaches now. People are a collective that each, individually, come together to help us all come as a whole to what we call society. People that bag pur food, collect trash, teach our children, help maintain electricity to the city and etc.
I believe that fate is not essentially what the movies or people have claimed it to be. I feel like fate is but a word only when it is used in focus of the self, placing yourself as the god of your own world, an idol. Now I do believe, God will place certain people and situations but ultimately it is our choice to decide what we do when presented, this is in no way associated with salvation but in life. I still hold to the reformed mindset that we are saved by grace through faith but that faith is given to us when our hearts are opened, but this is my understanding of scripture. As the rest goes, I feel like we lose focus of the grand scheme, it is not about us, let fate to and live your life to the fullest and you will find the life that have pictured wouof be destiny.
Bristling wind, flowing through her hair, brushing against her skin. The melodic arrangement of nature captivated her.
It was as if time stood still, as the swaying leaves and trees around her, spread out, and enveloped the waters. What was this feeling? The serenity brought about by the shades and tones of green.
Though she held to memories, reminiscing times of long ago, she felt at peace, was this feeling close to being home?
You will only pay attention to what affects you or has influence over you, based on perception or experience. With this said, I have seen people shift to a sheep like mind state, where, what is pushed by the masses, becomes your focus. This is not news but has gradually increased as ignorance is a norm. We are now taught to “know”, means you are of intellect, when memorization is more important than application.
How far the world has come, where we fight for protection, freely give our security to be dependent, and believe we chase after unity, while continuously growing division. We believe ourselves to be masters of our own world, while trapped within our own minds and controlled by emotions. I believe this is why we would rather invest in digital screens than people. We have turned to ourselves instead of sharing and helping others. We should be the effect of a cause, not simply become affected by it. True change is not given freely but radically altered within a person or people. Yet, we hold to ideals that falter due to our imperfections or belief that all must abide within our own notions and never in truth.
Woe is me, a mere mortal, one you can strip to the very bones and see my frailty. To speak with this boldness is frowned upon. For as man desires peace, he sees not the war raging inside him or around, threatening his existence.
We stand at the edge of humanity awaiting our judgment before cast into sea. Yet who is to blame but ourselves for the choices made. Our degradation a byproduct of selfish intentions. Let us truly reflect and come in love to abide in truth, encompass the solidity of its purest nature and envelope it within ourselves. For as they say we are of the dust or made of stars, let us treat our home with respect, to embrace the coming ages and shine amongst our brothers and sisters in true unity. For though we come together, we each serve a purpose, not of fate, luck, but as one who is connected to this race we run. Never forget, you are loved and to love, for this is the greatest of gifts.