#..This is my diary. This is my notebook. This is my trash can. These are my thoughts in wordings. This is my story. This is me filling my paper with the breathings of my heart
I definitely had to share this. It is a poem about poetry from one of the writers I always admire most in Writers Cafe. When I came across this, I felt overwhelmed by its beauty embossed behind simplicity. It is one of those poems that you really don't have to struggle to understand but at the same time, they seem so complicated to be classified as just a simple poem. It truly defines to its tiny bit how poets view poems and I could not help but share this with the world. Nice work Whiskurz and thank you for letting me expose such beauty to the world. For the rest enjoy and feel free to view more of Whiskurz poems at http://www.writerscafe.org/Larry%20B
Name: Never Ending Need
Poet: Whiskurz
A poem should touch the inner core
Where feelings are only found
A place that you alone can see
Where love and hate abound
A poem is a tear before you cry
Or a smile before you feel
A little pain your being craves
Before your heart can heal
A poem is a memory cast aside
Before your mind is free
It's often dreams that's left behind
A misplaced destiny
A poem is what you feel inside
That makes you who you are
A poem is written with tears and blood
To mend that endless scar
A poem is felt before the words
And can cause your soul to bleed
A poem is never a state of mind
But a never ending need
So today I penned down a poem about what I have been feeling off late or what I have not been feeling off late. I say so because where I should be tasting sweet, to me it is tasting bitter. The hardest thing in life is trying to be in love where you feel you don't belong, and as much as you need to be in it and try to fit yourself in it, you still just don't feel it, you know. I met this amazing person and I really tried to work things out with her but it could not...not because of her but because of me. So leaving her meant breaking her heart. I guess the end sometimes justifies the means...she deserves better and so I had to leave my footsteps across her heart, I speak of it as if it is an easy move but it is not. So I penned this poem to dedicate it to her and to let my heart out to the rest of the seven billion people out there..cheers!!
This is my goodnight kiss and your goodbye lullaby
My hymn hoping to heal where I’m about to break
I so wish that these words taste better than I am sorry
For it’s unjust that my presence draws from you life
I really wish that this heart of me would be yours
That you’d be the splendor I awaken next to every dawn
To watch your eyes tango away step to step with shyness
As I whisper sweetness of romance novice to my imagination
But tell me how do I steer with my eyes stuck on rear view?
For my heart that you long for is enslaved in another’s arm
She who which from a distance is too blind to closely see me
Yet to you who is here next to me my heart shuts its eyes
The pain I put you through can’t allow me to stay to sober
I see your words and feel your actions of love that burns for me
Your hopes for us taste so sweet on my flavorless tongue
But I’m nothing but a dark ink writing your tale
I try with my all to feel the same way you feel for me
Instead of falling in love I’m drowning, suffocating in its pool
Dying from the fact that I can’t be the man I want for you
Love should burn in flames but in me it is just ashes
I wish it is you I can truly offer this fragile heart of mine
But you came a minute too late to bring it back from dead
For it hurts me that I meet the girl with all that I adore
But it is her that suffers from this bitter sweet of void in me
You say it is better to have anything than to be alone
But I am a lone wolf, a vessel, a human empty of emotions
And planting seeds on a rock won’t bring forth any fruit
No matter how you water it, the rock will only shatter
On my knees I beg for your mercies to charter me forgiveness
But if it’s beyond your means then do wish me well
For I was enthroned with a curse that every poet suffers
Poets do not fall in love; our hearts are in the pens we hold
I’m sorry that you aren’t the one amid my dreams and nightmares
For you are a beautiful human and I’m just a whisper of a song
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We've all been there haven't we? That point in
life where you feel like all the world is coming down crushing on you,
like you've tried so much but no good is coming out of it...we've all
been there haven't we? Some of us are still there while
some of us are headed there right as you read this...it is scary...yes
it is dark and hopeless, it is heart-breaking and painful but here is
the thing; just when you think that it is never going to get any better
you are always one step away from that door that you've been working for
to see it open. I understand how harsh and heart wrenching your
troubles might be...right now someone is falling apart because of a love
gone sour, someone is tired of looking for job, someone is sick of the
family that awaits him/her at home, someone is tired of being broke or
even struggling with a job...truth is we've all been here and we are all
here but just don't give up on yourself...i know the world might be
staring at you behind a clown mask but i want you to know you are
stronger than you can imagine and if you just don't give up on that
which you are fighting for then you are simply one step away from
achieving that which you've been looking for...you are just one day
away...i cannot assure you that when you wake up tomorrow you'll find
everything in place but i promise that if you wake up tomorrow you will
one step ahead of where you are today. Don't view your troubles as your
punishments for they are not...troubles come to teach us endurance and
remind us that we have something to live for. Always remember that when
the going gets tough, the tough get going...when life gets tough be
tough too...don't be blinded by troubles that might be awaiting you
tomorrow...give each day its due and don't worry about that which you
have not seen. So listen, for i want you to remember this, your greatest
test comes when you are close to the end of your troubles and the
harsher your troubles the stronger you are, for we all know that God
cannot let you handle that which you are not capable of...so just
promise me that you won't wait for the train that's coming from the end
of the tunnel but instead you'll go for the light yourself...waiting for
that light is giving up, going for it is being strong. Everything that
has a beginning has an end and so are the harsh times too...don't close
your eyes, just stay focused on where you want to be.
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Today I was reading some articles by Zig Ziglar one of the most renown inspirational speakers and I came across this piece. I think this is something definitely everybody should read/know.
"You were born with unlimited potential and
endowed with the seeds of greatness.You have inside of you what it takes
to achieve any goal or dream you desire.
Most everyone uses less than 5% of their potential. You must decide
what it is you really want. Focus on it so clearly and make it your
purpose. Then work on it hard enough and long enough. It will happen.You
also have to work on things that are goal achieving instead of stress
relieving. Feed your mind with good stuff every day. Become an expert in
your field"
Some weeks ago I was reading The Secret by Rhonda Byrne and she talked about the same thing, on how we have unlimited power in us to achieve approximately anything we want. I too do believe that if we can just stop looking at ourselves as persons with limited resources and instead tame that unlimited possibility we have in us, then we can achieve anything we set our minds on. I guess the difference between achievers and failures is that achievers give it their all while failures treat every opportunity as an option.
I guess I needed that quick in the butt too. Now time to go make use my unlimited potential in writing lol. Cheers.
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Okay I'll start with answering a question I'm always asked; "why doth my writing always emboss sadness?" Well here is the plain truth, Jim Morrison once said, "Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they are wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it." Truth is I don't take pleasure in pain, it's just that I adore diversity and since modern age poetry and writing is about love and heartbreaks, what makes me me if I dwell in that same circle? So I took the path of a wake up call, that path that people are assuming doesn't exist when daily we do know it is there. For example some of my previous poems talk about society pressure upon those who can blend in, we assume we are not killing them that they are the ones killing themselves and nobody wants to talk about them, so I wrote it. In this next poem called Cinderella and Prince Something talks about two leukemia victims who are teenagers and their last minute love.At first I really didn't want to share this piece with the world but then for the support of fight against all sorts of cancer, I have to...I hope you enjoy it or...you enjoy it....
Cinderella and Prince Something
The minute finger was echoing in her dark hope
Reminding her she was one of them at the bus stop
The ride of her lifetime assured of no return
Shivering in the arms of pain under her blanket
At fourteen, terminated and to be erased
She closed her eyes, counted her departing dreams
Every girl was usually rescued by her knight
Her mom found her dad and her sister, a boyfriend
She guessed her knight must’ve gotten lazy to armor up
At fourteen, she had never kissed a boy
She heard a mild, nervous yet a beautiful voice
She didn’t open her eyes for she knew it was a trance
With dashing hopes she hoped it was her chance
To be rescued and for once feel an embrace of a boy
At fourteenth count she opened her eyes to a beauty
He was sixteen with blue eyes that outstood his bland skin
With a frozen smile he told her she was beautiful
Strangest word from a stranger yet familiar from the family
I see Horoscope lied when it said cancers can’t love each other
At fourteen, she finally felt she belonged to this world
She became a Cinderella and he was prince something
He took her to two dates and a masquerade party
While others were clothed as monsters and princesses
They went as two leukemia patients with no deceit
At sixteen minutes to midnight she finally had her first kiss
After her first kiss she never heard again from him
She got angry when she thought she wasn’t cute in bald
Or maybe her lips had a savor of blood she had puked
Or maybe it was midnight and she outgrew her shoes
At fourteen, she had sixteen minutes of love
An ocean once serene turned to a sad song
The only tune she knew ended before her first dance
Others hated life while to them life was a riddle
It was something in his smile that gave her strength
It was his smile that made her live fourteen minutes longer
Her silence bled regrets of joy she robbed her family
She was worried of watching them troubled by her
So she asked for one last sunset to kiss her goodbye
So she asked for one last sunset to kiss her welcome
Fourteen and sixteen dead but with beating hearts
Four minutes away still your tongues reading this
Three minutes away she smiled hopelessly
Two minutes away she hugged her family
A minute away she hugged her prince’s absence
No minute away she found him waiting for her
He said to me, “You leave while we wait.”
She said to me, “You live while we fade.”
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Most of us fail to be what we want to be
because we don't have that one person who believes in us. We are
surrounded by family and friends who thinks we aren't good enough or
keeps on reminded how we tried and failed or maybe even reminds us
of what we used to be instead of reminding us where are going. These
kinds of people are nothing but poison to your thoughts and the more you
give them your ear, the further you draw yourself away from where you
want to be. Don't be the block in other people's path to bring something
to the world. Be the reason others rise to greatness. Remember when you
help someone to get up, you are basically not helping them but
cushioning yourself in case you fall tomorrow. Everybody needs somebody
to believe in them if they are to achieve their dreams. So when you hear
a friend says he/she wants to do something...as long as it is good,
instead of reminding them how the industry is competitive or maybe how
he/she does not have the required skills or maybe how the economy is not
on their side...believe in them even if you see no reason to believe in
them. Even a fire requires a spark first for it to ignite. It is not
the skills that we have at the beginning of the journey that determines
the end of the journey, but the passion we have before we make the first
step. And if we can keep that passion alive, then the skills will come
as we need them and when we need them. Everybody needs somebody to
believe in them. It maybe a child from a poor background who wants to be
an astronaut, a junkie who desires to be drug clean, a harlot who wants
to have a happy family, a friend who wants to start a business, a
brother/sister who wants to be big in life, a patient in grave
conditions who wants to be well, a broken heart who yearns to find true
love...everybody needs somebody to believe in them. Great is the faith
that we have for ourselves but greatest is the faith we have for others.
So stop reminding others of can't(s) and past falls and keep them
focused to where they want to be.
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Have you ever just taken a minute and paused everything you are doing and just look in the face of people passing by you one by one? I did, and it is heart wrenching how a lot of people are going through a lot of hidden pain in them. Everybody is just a walking volcano and most of these people's pain is triggered by other people who ignored just shutting up or speaking the right words when needed.
This is my letter to all those who are going through that pain and social depression. I am with you.
People are going to treat you bad, walk on you no matter how nice you try to be to them. They are going to make you cry and you are going to feel like life hates you because you give it the best and in return people give you their worst. Don't give up, just never give up because I promise you that it gets better. All the pain that hurts in your heart will one day fade and once again, the magic waterfall will pour in your heart. No matter what you are going through, shed your tears, forgive them and just humble yourself; remember fire doesn't cool fire but water heals the burns...where you sow good, it is good that you will reap; love only comes where it is invited and God only saves those who are broken. Whenever they pin you down, think of Christ; he was spat on, he was beaten, abused and killed by the same people he came to save, but never even for once did he think of vengeance as much as he had the power of God in his palms. For he knew victory that comes with the wounds is always the sweetest. Don't let people change you...be God's instrument and His rewards will amaze you. Remember people can only mistreat you if they are intimidated by you but always take the high road, don't stoop to their level.
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So I have been busy on my novel and on the first day of NaNoWriMo I managed to write 1,772 words therefore beating the daily mark by 105 words. Sadly enough on the second day I only wrote 1,271 words and that's way below the mark, hopefully I'll recover that within today and tomorrow.
Anyway today I am not here to write about the NaNoWriMo, I want to talk a bit about my book; The Diary Chronicles of Neill. This is my first novel that maybe some have heard about and even the lucky ones have managed to have a glimpse of it and read a little bit of it. I am currently writing it and like I said in the previous post, I am hopeful that by early next year, I shall have finished it.
The Diary: Chronicles of Neill is a book developed from the path that I have lived, the life that I have seen from my very own eyes but basically it is a young adult mainstream fiction; meaning, everything in it is somehow influenced by factual events but presented fictionally to capture the conscience of the reader to understand it well and feel like he/she can relate to it. It narrates the life of the protagonist, Neill Kynberg, his transformation from a troublesome background to living the fame in high school, death of the parents and the post-trauma life. It is somehow like a fictional memoir of Neill Kynberg.
The setting of the book is a fictional town in South Carolina, presented in real life with Charleston. I know the question is why Charleston, South Carolina? Well when I was researching about the best place I can choose as setting, I was looking for factors like; it must be a town close to an ocean, a town with history, a humble town that is somehow country but at the same time has a city quality and a town that embraces religion and no town could fit that quality better than Charleston, SC...the Holy City or also known as Chucktown.
The writing style of the book is influenced by a number of authors notably the likes of Oscar Wilde, Stephanie Meyer, Sophie Kinsella, Patrick Suskind and Nicholas Sparks. I don't know about the other authors, but my writing style here is also influenced by songs from artists like Missy Higgins and Kate Voegele. So it is a mixture of a lot of styles thus it is something that anybody can read and get attached to.
A lot of themes are discussed in this book, but the most outstanding is the inevitable tragedy. The book itself is tragic from the loss of his brother to the loss of both parents in his final year in high school to losing himself as he tries to find himself after the loss of the family, then later in life when everything should be fine...he loses the love of his life. Another theme is the immortality of faith. Despite everything that happens to the protagonist, when everybody would expect him to give up, he still finds his reason for living and expecting that one day everything will be alright. Other stuff highlighted include, society oppression, love and drugs.Basically everything you encounter in life and everything you encounter in your imagination as an escape, is encountered in this book.
So this is my first book, The Diary: Chronicles of Neill that will later be followed by The Diary: Scarlet's Chronicles. I'll be posting more bits of the book here with time as we unfold the chronicles of Neill Kynberg.I am going to end this post with one of my favorite quotes from the book.
"You see Neill, sometimes you have to withdraw yourself from the battlefield; not because you are weak or giving up but to have a better view at what you are fighting. Then, just then, your heart will tell you what to do. That's how I ended up with man of my dreams." Motherly advice from Leila Kynberg to Neill, when torn up between two girls.
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So i was thinking today of how we take important things for granted and magnify our times on certain things that truly hold not much value in our life...these that basically brings us "security" but not love...i mean on a serious note, what is more insecure than being lonely? Everyday we wake up and the first things we think of are of monetary value and we go all through the day with nothing but this thought. This has become part of our lives to the extent we don't remember that money only bring us temporary happiness, but friends and family brings us joy but still we'd rather choose career over family. Marilyn Monroe once said, " A career is wonderful but you can't curl up with it in bed."...we've all become nothing but zombies yearning to be humans.
Yesterday a friend of mine lost a friend through accident and she told me how she was shocked on how life can be so short. It had me thinking, why do we ignore people as if we know they'll be there tomorrow when truth of the matter is that, we are not promised that? We hold resentment in our hearts when we know can show love, we postpone things in ignorance when we can just do them today, you make mistakes saying that tomorrow i'll apologize/we'll talk and everything will be alright when you can just avoid it in the first place, we take people for granted when deep within us we know that we need them. Humans are considered to be ruling the highest rank in knowledge capacity but sadly enough i find it that humans are the most ignorant of all God's creations. The big question is, when you wake up today and find that friend/family member dead, will you say you lived a well satisfied life with him/her? Or will you forever hold thirst in you that will never be quenched?
If you have a friend that has made you smile or has really influenced the person you are today, but of late the communication link between you two has been on a wreck, why are you waiting for him/her to call you first if you can do it? If you know you had a fight with someone special in your life that you never want to lose, would you trade that for his/her death? A family member that you have not been on good terms with, what if he/she is stolen today? It is always said, the beautiful things in life are free...stop chasing for temporary happiness if you've been blessed by people you know make you happy in your life. I am not saying that we should not go for our dreams and work hard, just remember life is not for going through but to be lived and money creates no memory....for this life is nothing but a whisper. Let the ones that add/have added colors to
your life know that their presence in this life is valued...in this life
you can regain everything you have lost, but not a moment stolen.
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