The Forest

The leaves crunch under her bare feet
Moist soil tickling between her toes
Sweet winged creatures buzzing in her ears
Alive

Majestic trees look down upon her
The moon peeking through the leaves
His sleepy eyes resting on her path
Flickering like candlelight in a room swallowed by twilight
Shadows dancing across the faces of the forest
Smiling and laughing
Frowning and brooding
Fear

The night sings his lullaby
Lugubrious voice of the wind
Enchanted fiddle of the crickets
Hooting hums escape from the graceful throats of the owls
The blinking stars tinker their tune across the midnight sky
Rejoice

Darkness wraps his lovely arms around her
She breathes
Mist nestles in her hair
Gleaming like diamonds atop black silk
Her skin aglow
She escapes what is naught to enter what is now
Beauty unattainable through the tender eye
Home

Searching

Underneath this dirty surface
I look for truth
I search for balance
yearn for freedom
I wake from this coma and you are still by my side
You are silent

My hands rip through the tension
My eyes burn through the tears
My arms hold a ghost
Transparent

You are not true to your heart
You suffer through the indulgence of untruths
Alone
You wait

Alone
I search
I seek refuge
I need guidance
I reach for the hands of God
I walk away

Still searching....

I CAN do this!

This is funny.
I like to look at author's blogs/websites.
Authors I admire and love- who inspire me on a daily basis.
I was reading tips from a writer.
Her tip is to write.
I think that's funny.
Because she is right.
It's so much harder than one thinks.
At least for me it is.
I stopped writing.
I knew it wouldn't last.
So I wrote today.
I stopped in the middle. Not understanding why I was getting upset.
And I realized as I was revising- that I just don't think I'm good enough.
But I'm not going to give up.
I'm going to keep writing.
That makes sense, doesn't it?
If you want to be a writer, you have to write!
I CAN DO THIS!

Tired

So I figured since this was a journey on my road to writing, I thought I would share something with you.
Since I have exactly 4 followers (still) and I have no idea if anyone is reading this blog, I don't have a clue if anyone has even noticed my lack of blogging recently.
In an effort to get past my self pity, I will go on to explain that I have been rejected for the first time.
Scratch that, my writing has been rejected.
Scratch that again, a poem of mine has been rejected.
This has been my fear all along.
My worry.
My "problem".
So here it is. It's happened. Now what?
Well, I think I'm taking it pretty well.
First, I read the letter several times.
Then, I got really angry.
I mean seething....foaming-at-the-mouth-angry.
How DARE you tell me my poem is not GOOD enough for what you're looking for.
(the letter said nothing of that sort, by the way)
Last, I cried.
I cried many tears.
In fact, I wailed.
I even did one of those stunts where I look at myself in the mirror....
all puffy eyed, blotchy red, and weary.....
thinking to myself......what are you doing? Who are you? What are you here for?
This is the worst part.
I stopped writing.
I didn't want to write.
To hell with writing.
That was my bottom.
But see, if you've been reading my poetry lately you'd know.
I'm already at the bottom.
So in all reality.  I didn't move much.
Now what?
Seeing that I don't love being down here, I have to pull myself up.
Somehow.
Someday.
I need to get up!!
What do I need? One word- Four syllables.
Sim-plic-i-ty
That's it!
I want simplicity.
Simple food, simple conversation, simple life.
I don't know if this is possible.
But at this point, I can't even concentrate on my writing- my head is so jumbled with complicated mush!
I'm tired.....my body is tired....my head is tired......my heart is tired.
I'm reading a book right now (too cliche to do a review on)-
and someone in the book asks her "what is your word?"
What the hell?
There is no cotton-pickin-way I could give you ONE word to describe myself right now.
I especially couldn't give you a word that wouldn't sound suicidal at this point.
But after thinking about it.....I would love to......I yearn to......I need to.......have a word for myself!
Let's get back to simple.
This is my goal.....I'll let you know how it goes.