These story ideas are killing me...lol...I don't have enough time to work on all of them! Thankfully I have a whole lifetime to do that, if at all...lol.
I woke up this morning, and this whole story just popped into my head. Usually that means that the story will progress, and will be "good" at last in my minds eye, lol. I think I have about six "good" story ideas written down. This of course doesn't include Trevet, because whether or not it succeeds, it is the elite.
And some people might see that as a waste of time, to practically pour your soul into a book and have it go nowhere...and perhaps I will want to die if it doesn't get anywhere. But as of now, I don't feel as though it will be terrible if that happens, only because I can move on to other ideas.
But it's almost like having a child. You conceive the thought, nourish it, and raise it...have fears for it's life as it grows, if it will be accepted. Deal with "labor pains" so to speak...and the fear of it being stillborn. IF it is accepted, by who? How will it progress if it's excepted at all...is being accepted enough? Will it succeed? Do I want to watch helplessly as it is torn to shreds by cynical critics? Or will it just fade away with the myriad of unknown stories in vast, if at all vast bookstores around the country...if it even makes it that far. Do I want to give such a story to a world that will not recognize it?
BUT...if it helps or gives pleasure to one person, will it not be worth all the hard work? For, surely it will help more then one....so if less the one hundred found joy in my words, with that thought, isn't that enough to make it all worth it?
In the end, we will give birth to stories and children regardless of what the world will think...because the people we worry about, we wouldn't want to be associated with anyway...and those who we find to our liking will back us should something happen.
We do worry too much, and I am the biggest culprit.... So, those who have my back...if I ever say that I will never write again, or have thoughts of doubt in moving forward...kindly slap me across the back of the head (metaphorically)and tell me to quit worrying, because this is what I was made to do...and of course, I'll always be there to do the same for you.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
9. Drive
The desire to be motivated. To become what I was intended to be, to go and get it, no matter the cost, knowing my ideals will be protection from whatever preys in waiting.
To reject the path is denying yourself itself, keeping caged what lives within you. Depriving your own nature for a man made suit that seems acknowledged by the world.
Truth be told, no one is accepted by any other circle except its own. They will deceive you, and by the time we make this discovery, our lives will have perished within us.
I don’t want to be doomed adrift as an empty shell in the sweeping tides of humanity, until buried alive in the sands of their hopelessness. I cannot allow it, I won’t.
I am tired of my self-induced desertion. Before I run out of fuel and initiatives, I think I will take myself up on the drive of a lifetime, and become the one I was born to be.
To reject the path is denying yourself itself, keeping caged what lives within you. Depriving your own nature for a man made suit that seems acknowledged by the world.
Truth be told, no one is accepted by any other circle except its own. They will deceive you, and by the time we make this discovery, our lives will have perished within us.
I don’t want to be doomed adrift as an empty shell in the sweeping tides of humanity, until buried alive in the sands of their hopelessness. I cannot allow it, I won’t.
I am tired of my self-induced desertion. Before I run out of fuel and initiatives, I think I will take myself up on the drive of a lifetime, and become the one I was born to be.
Friday, January 9, 2009
8. Innocence
I am not blameless in any sense. No matter how I try to disguise it.
Born with fault, from my first breath I was found guilty.
Decency is not instinctive, but rather taught.
To have the expected innocence of a flower, Unattainable.
A virtuous nature compatible with the wisest tree.
Mountain spring purity of the noblest kind. Impractical.
Although, water is easily corrupted without reason.
The trees are blamed for a gust of raging madness.
Even the flowers are trampled, no matter how innocent.
Born with fault, from my first breath I was found guilty.
Decency is not instinctive, but rather taught.
To have the expected innocence of a flower, Unattainable.
A virtuous nature compatible with the wisest tree.
Mountain spring purity of the noblest kind. Impractical.
Although, water is easily corrupted without reason.
The trees are blamed for a gust of raging madness.
Even the flowers are trampled, no matter how innocent.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
7. Heaven
“If heaven doesn’t exist, then neither do I.” That’s what she told me. I began to laugh until I saw the tones of somber grey paint her brow.
She was serious and I didn't know how to handle her supposed truth.
"If you can't believe in heaven, then you do not believe in me." What did this mean?
How could I respond to what seemed like madness? I did not want to loose her, but I could not bring myself to see any reality in this charade.
"I'm not sure what you are trying to prove, but I promise that I would never leave you."
Instead of relieving her troubles, whatever they might be, a lone tear escaped down her cheek. My soul always ached at the sight of her tears.
"Then why won’t you believe me?" I wanted to, honestly I did. My mind was blinded with realism to see anything miraculous then. I did not want to give any reply. I knew that once I had, she would leave. Though, if I said I believed her, then I would have been lying.
“I…I just can’t.” As soon as those words were born, I wished to have kept my mouth shut. Even with this, I never would have guessed my last moment with her to be as it was.
She traced over my chin one last time. I could barely feel it, and that broke my heart.
“I love you.” Those were the last words she said, and I will never forget them. She faded away right before me eyes, the only piece of heaven on earth I was ever going to have.
Though, I know she’s with me in spirit, and I know we’ll meet again. Someday.
She was serious and I didn't know how to handle her supposed truth.
"If you can't believe in heaven, then you do not believe in me." What did this mean?
How could I respond to what seemed like madness? I did not want to loose her, but I could not bring myself to see any reality in this charade.
"I'm not sure what you are trying to prove, but I promise that I would never leave you."
Instead of relieving her troubles, whatever they might be, a lone tear escaped down her cheek. My soul always ached at the sight of her tears.
"Then why won’t you believe me?" I wanted to, honestly I did. My mind was blinded with realism to see anything miraculous then. I did not want to give any reply. I knew that once I had, she would leave. Though, if I said I believed her, then I would have been lying.
“I…I just can’t.” As soon as those words were born, I wished to have kept my mouth shut. Even with this, I never would have guessed my last moment with her to be as it was.
She traced over my chin one last time. I could barely feel it, and that broke my heart.
“I love you.” Those were the last words she said, and I will never forget them. She faded away right before me eyes, the only piece of heaven on earth I was ever going to have.
Though, I know she’s with me in spirit, and I know we’ll meet again. Someday.
6. Breaking Away
Breaking away from what I have chosen, only to chain myself to something new.
I’ll leave behind my beloved stone, it’s become so heavy. Such a burden.
I did love it once, but…how can I continue to carry it?
Alone and forgotten, a lovely branch befalls me. So fresh and new. What splendor!
Though, how long before I can no longer stand the sight of it?
How many hours of entertaining its beauty before holding on becomes a chore?
When the boughs of such a lively creature sag with fears. Too tired with my own.
I can not be expected to uphold another. It’s time to move onward.
I am sorry, I did love something about it…but I can’t remember what.
In loathsome self pity that I blame not on myself. I take comfort in whatever finds me.
A crisp white sheet. What cheerful offerings it bestows upon me.
Though, how foolish am I to take on something so jolly. That which time will take away.
Time, such a cruel master. Always reminding me that everything has a season.
All things fade, it’s only right. No one can keep from the earth clocks.
We all shed our layers, whether we want to or not.
Take flight once again, to find something of less weight, that will not sag or fade away.
Always a search for things somewhat better. To each man his own…but…
To break away, is to always break away. Forever searching but never found.
I’ll leave behind my beloved stone, it’s become so heavy. Such a burden.
I did love it once, but…how can I continue to carry it?
Alone and forgotten, a lovely branch befalls me. So fresh and new. What splendor!
Though, how long before I can no longer stand the sight of it?
How many hours of entertaining its beauty before holding on becomes a chore?
When the boughs of such a lively creature sag with fears. Too tired with my own.
I can not be expected to uphold another. It’s time to move onward.
I am sorry, I did love something about it…but I can’t remember what.
In loathsome self pity that I blame not on myself. I take comfort in whatever finds me.
A crisp white sheet. What cheerful offerings it bestows upon me.
Though, how foolish am I to take on something so jolly. That which time will take away.
Time, such a cruel master. Always reminding me that everything has a season.
All things fade, it’s only right. No one can keep from the earth clocks.
We all shed our layers, whether we want to or not.
Take flight once again, to find something of less weight, that will not sag or fade away.
Always a search for things somewhat better. To each man his own…but…
To break away, is to always break away. Forever searching but never found.
5. Seeking Solace
At the end of each day, before I tuck myself into deep sleep and restless dreams, I knock quietly on Consolations window. Sometimes there’s no answer, or perhaps I am not patient enough for reply.
I wonder if He ever tires of me? If so I know He feels bad, for He’ll visit in my dreams and I awake with blushed cheeks and a clear mind.
In the stillness of my half sleep He’ll whisper me well wishes, and put my mind to rest.
A kind spirit is He, to endure such a being as I.
He gives me life, words, wisdom. Secrets I do not deserve the knowledge of.
An understanding of details that I am not always aware of at first.
When I find no time to call upon Him, when I loose me to myself. He finds me.
He always comes for me, and I am so undeserving. To be sought by the one I should be seeking. Solace.
I wonder if He ever tires of me? If so I know He feels bad, for He’ll visit in my dreams and I awake with blushed cheeks and a clear mind.
In the stillness of my half sleep He’ll whisper me well wishes, and put my mind to rest.
A kind spirit is He, to endure such a being as I.
He gives me life, words, wisdom. Secrets I do not deserve the knowledge of.
An understanding of details that I am not always aware of at first.
When I find no time to call upon Him, when I loose me to myself. He finds me.
He always comes for me, and I am so undeserving. To be sought by the one I should be seeking. Solace.
4. Dark
Craven darkness that seeks to devour.
My vigor increases hour by hour.
To deter such tenacity seems foolish indeed.
Though his mission is this and he aims to succeed.
Such a pity he has a conquering quirk.
For the love of light, tasks he would shirk.
Acquiring my heart, what a monumental feat.
Though to have him would finally frame me complete.
A union seems further from all that is fair.
To what’s fitting and right, I no longer care.
Desiring the one that adores you sincerely.
Is worth, by others, to be treated severely.
His darkness cannot survive without light.
My radiance does not want to live with no night.
To go on without him would not feel the same.
Denying his wish would ruin his name.
I could not refuse him, and that is my grief.
Lost forever without him, with no relief.
My fearless dark soldier came for me to save.
Still as the night he came, gallant and brave.
Upon twilight’s door he patiently knocked.
To see him before me, it was quite a shock.
Into the night, his greatest wish for me to come.
For light to leave dawn, I would surely succumb.
Losing me to darkness was not what he wanted.
With my radiance gone, more then he would be daunted.
Coming into the light he would surely be altered.
I will never allow such, and I will not falter.
To have him this way, better then nothing at all.
Each night at twilight I will wait for his call.
My vigor increases hour by hour.
To deter such tenacity seems foolish indeed.
Though his mission is this and he aims to succeed.
Such a pity he has a conquering quirk.
For the love of light, tasks he would shirk.
Acquiring my heart, what a monumental feat.
Though to have him would finally frame me complete.
A union seems further from all that is fair.
To what’s fitting and right, I no longer care.
Desiring the one that adores you sincerely.
Is worth, by others, to be treated severely.
His darkness cannot survive without light.
My radiance does not want to live with no night.
To go on without him would not feel the same.
Denying his wish would ruin his name.
I could not refuse him, and that is my grief.
Lost forever without him, with no relief.
My fearless dark soldier came for me to save.
Still as the night he came, gallant and brave.
Upon twilight’s door he patiently knocked.
To see him before me, it was quite a shock.
Into the night, his greatest wish for me to come.
For light to leave dawn, I would surely succumb.
Losing me to darkness was not what he wanted.
With my radiance gone, more then he would be daunted.
Coming into the light he would surely be altered.
I will never allow such, and I will not falter.
To have him this way, better then nothing at all.
Each night at twilight I will wait for his call.
3. Light
A lone whisper in the heart of one light.
One small light in the darkest space of time.
It is a flicker of hope for a brighter tomorrow.
That is all it takes. One.
One to spark interest.
A single flame can ignite an unforgettable blaze.
With embers that can never fully be extinguished.
Just one to offer courage.
One is all that is needed.
One glimmer in the midst of a thousand fold darkness.
One small light in the darkest space of time.
It is a flicker of hope for a brighter tomorrow.
That is all it takes. One.
One to spark interest.
A single flame can ignite an unforgettable blaze.
With embers that can never fully be extinguished.
Just one to offer courage.
One is all that is needed.
One glimmer in the midst of a thousand fold darkness.
2. Love
To gain, withstand, comprehend. That which seems so simple. Love.
One small word, prideful in holding such a power over us.
To such a point that some choose not to admit it. They never give in.
Only true desire will forsake the ways of their own to take on Love.
To make this sacrifice, hoping that such is granted in turn.
One hopes that the love chosen is worthy of this gift.
To be received, understood, and therefore given in return. Love.
One small word, prideful in holding such a power over us.
To such a point that some choose not to admit it. They never give in.
Only true desire will forsake the ways of their own to take on Love.
To make this sacrifice, hoping that such is granted in turn.
One hopes that the love chosen is worthy of this gift.
To be received, understood, and therefore given in return. Love.
1. Introduction
In regards to myself, words are few when coming from me.
Feelings yield to no qualification, for that I am thankful.
I wish to break from my repetitive nature.
To discover new creativity in the depths of my being.
Quite a task have I chosen to partake in. On all accounts.
Am I ready? Of that I cannot be certain.
However, I have chosen to be regardless, and I shall finish.
What I set out to do, I intend to complete. No matter the time.
Feelings yield to no qualification, for that I am thankful.
I wish to break from my repetitive nature.
To discover new creativity in the depths of my being.
Quite a task have I chosen to partake in. On all accounts.
Am I ready? Of that I cannot be certain.
However, I have chosen to be regardless, and I shall finish.
What I set out to do, I intend to complete. No matter the time.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
100 Themes Challenge
So, I have taken on a challenge of 100 themes. This should be fun. It's obviously going to take me a while but it's great, because I will have new things to post, hehe.
It's a new year, and I am excited to get back to Trevet full time. This is just a little extra to keep my mind working.
So here are the themes that I am challenged with. I do have the first four finished, though I will only be posting one a day...I might change my mind and make it two a day. So you can expect the introduction tomorrow....lol
1. Introduction
2. Love
3. Light
4. Dark
5. Seeking Solace
6. Breaking Away
7. Heaven
8. Innocence
9. Drive
10. Breathe Again
11. Memory
12. Insanity
13. Misfortune
14. Smile
15. Silence
16. Questioning
17. Blood
18. Rainbow
19. Grey
20. Fortitude
21. Vacation
22. Mother Nature
23. Cat
24. No Time
25. Trouble Lurking
26. Tears
27. Foreign
28. Sorrow
29. Happiness
30. Under the Rain
31. Flowers
32. Night
33. Expectations
34. Stars
35. Hold My Hand
36. Precious Treasure
37. Eyes
38. Abandoned
39. Dreams
40. Rated
41. Teamwork
42. Standing Still
43. Dying
44. Two Roads
45. Illusion
46. Family
47. Creation
48. Childhood
49. Stripes
50. Breaking the Rules
51. Sport
52. Deep in Thought
53. Keeping a Secret
54. Tower
55. Waiting
56. Danger Ahead
57. Sacrifice
58. Kick in the Head
59. No Way Out
60. Rejection
61. Fairy Tale
62. Magic
63. Do Not Disturb
64. Multitasking
65. Horror
66. Traps
67. Playing the Melody
68. Hero
69. Annoyance
70. 67%
71. Obsession
72. Mischief Managed
73. I Can't
74. Are You Challenging Me?
75. Mirror
76. Broken Pieces
77. Test
78. Drink
79. Starvation
80. Words
81. Pen and Paper
82. Can You Hear Me?
83. Heal
84. Out Cold
85. Spiral
86. Seeing Red
87. Food
88. Pain
89. Through the Fire
90. Triangle
91. Drowning
92. All That I Have
93. Give Up
94. Last Hope
95. Advertisement
96. In the Storm
97. Safety First
98. Puzzle
99. Solitude
100. In the End
It's a new year, and I am excited to get back to Trevet full time. This is just a little extra to keep my mind working.
So here are the themes that I am challenged with. I do have the first four finished, though I will only be posting one a day...I might change my mind and make it two a day. So you can expect the introduction tomorrow....lol
1. Introduction
2. Love
3. Light
4. Dark
5. Seeking Solace
6. Breaking Away
7. Heaven
8. Innocence
9. Drive
10. Breathe Again
11. Memory
12. Insanity
13. Misfortune
14. Smile
15. Silence
16. Questioning
17. Blood
18. Rainbow
19. Grey
20. Fortitude
21. Vacation
22. Mother Nature
23. Cat
24. No Time
25. Trouble Lurking
26. Tears
27. Foreign
28. Sorrow
29. Happiness
30. Under the Rain
31. Flowers
32. Night
33. Expectations
34. Stars
35. Hold My Hand
36. Precious Treasure
37. Eyes
38. Abandoned
39. Dreams
40. Rated
41. Teamwork
42. Standing Still
43. Dying
44. Two Roads
45. Illusion
46. Family
47. Creation
48. Childhood
49. Stripes
50. Breaking the Rules
51. Sport
52. Deep in Thought
53. Keeping a Secret
54. Tower
55. Waiting
56. Danger Ahead
57. Sacrifice
58. Kick in the Head
59. No Way Out
60. Rejection
61. Fairy Tale
62. Magic
63. Do Not Disturb
64. Multitasking
65. Horror
66. Traps
67. Playing the Melody
68. Hero
69. Annoyance
70. 67%
71. Obsession
72. Mischief Managed
73. I Can't
74. Are You Challenging Me?
75. Mirror
76. Broken Pieces
77. Test
78. Drink
79. Starvation
80. Words
81. Pen and Paper
82. Can You Hear Me?
83. Heal
84. Out Cold
85. Spiral
86. Seeing Red
87. Food
88. Pain
89. Through the Fire
90. Triangle
91. Drowning
92. All That I Have
93. Give Up
94. Last Hope
95. Advertisement
96. In the Storm
97. Safety First
98. Puzzle
99. Solitude
100. In the End
Friday, January 2, 2009
A New Year
INTRO: When you go to read this, try not to see the entities as literal beings. It is more of a symbolic representation of something. However you choose to take it is up to you, just know what it wasn't MY intention to be seen as two people. Though, if that would ruin it for you, hehe...then I would want you to see it your way. This was actually written yesterday, the first day of the new year. Hope you enjoy, and can take from it what you want or need...
A NEW YEAR
To no one, to anyone. Whoever takes interest.
Finding hard to believe in anything, and anyone.
Seen traveling in the direction of nowhere.
Lost in time and without reason, trekking blind.
Gone adrift from my sightless companion.
The blind leads the blind, but with great effort.
I foresee his coming, our seclusion nearly complete.
This door closes to give turn to another. I am almost ready.
His features are becoming clearer. Most handsome is he.
But even naught, still handsome be. To me, perfection.
That still voice in the distance of my mind, louder. Him.
Is he who comes to rescue me. I intended also to save.
The thought brings blissful tears to my dry eyes.
Will I know when I see him, and he of me?
Surely a bond of unfading spirits cannot be broken.
Cannot be forgotten or mistaken as nothing but. Truly.
Bound to an ageless wonder, as am also found to be.
Still is this life, quiet the night. Yet unyielding the thoughts.
All that I know, that which I can’t seem to remember fully.
Even still, I know what approaches. The beginning of an end.
Details washed away with earthly memories. What is meant.
The joining of hands and hearts. The two return to one.
Sight restored, knowledge regained. Truth given.
Nothing can out measure the beauty of imperfection.
Him, whose ways are liken to my own. Fashioned this way.
Not by chance is our placement. His search, my find. As us.
Replacing what he is would be a hopeless feat. I would never.
His want of what I am can not be deterred. He will not falter.
I need what I do not have. That which belongs to him.
I will wait, for he needs what he does not possess. Me.
No one can replace a heart that is already taken.
Impossible the task to own something that is not your own.
To find a home anywhere is to belong to no one, to anyone.
Whoever cares enough to take interest. To be of that much interest.
Seeing it hard to find this in anyone, anywhere. Not anymore.
The time draws near. He who already knows me, to find me will.
A NEW YEAR
To no one, to anyone. Whoever takes interest.
Finding hard to believe in anything, and anyone.
Seen traveling in the direction of nowhere.
Lost in time and without reason, trekking blind.
Gone adrift from my sightless companion.
The blind leads the blind, but with great effort.
I foresee his coming, our seclusion nearly complete.
This door closes to give turn to another. I am almost ready.
His features are becoming clearer. Most handsome is he.
But even naught, still handsome be. To me, perfection.
That still voice in the distance of my mind, louder. Him.
Is he who comes to rescue me. I intended also to save.
The thought brings blissful tears to my dry eyes.
Will I know when I see him, and he of me?
Surely a bond of unfading spirits cannot be broken.
Cannot be forgotten or mistaken as nothing but. Truly.
Bound to an ageless wonder, as am also found to be.
Still is this life, quiet the night. Yet unyielding the thoughts.
All that I know, that which I can’t seem to remember fully.
Even still, I know what approaches. The beginning of an end.
Details washed away with earthly memories. What is meant.
The joining of hands and hearts. The two return to one.
Sight restored, knowledge regained. Truth given.
Nothing can out measure the beauty of imperfection.
Him, whose ways are liken to my own. Fashioned this way.
Not by chance is our placement. His search, my find. As us.
Replacing what he is would be a hopeless feat. I would never.
His want of what I am can not be deterred. He will not falter.
I need what I do not have. That which belongs to him.
I will wait, for he needs what he does not possess. Me.
No one can replace a heart that is already taken.
Impossible the task to own something that is not your own.
To find a home anywhere is to belong to no one, to anyone.
Whoever cares enough to take interest. To be of that much interest.
Seeing it hard to find this in anyone, anywhere. Not anymore.
The time draws near. He who already knows me, to find me will.
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