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You and the Arctic Your heart is like an Arctic wasteland;
Cold and cruel.
Your lack of emotion like frostbitten limbs;
Completely void of feeling.
Yet even the Arctic has its own beauty,
And you; No different.
People drawn to the Northern extremes;
The Human Experience 2I once referred to a creative writing group as a bunch of self-absorbed ego-stroking fools. I meant every word of it. Let me explain:
Not all people can take criticism well and many cannot take it at all. Whether we are talking about their writing, their work, their fashion sense, or decisions they make in their love lives, having people say that a choice is wrong or ill conceived is usually taken badly. I am not a teacher of life but also, I am considerably more than a mere student. I will start by saying that perfection does not exist. Not in any subject or in any way. In finding or creating what we perceive as perfect, we find that which is perfect in our own eyes only.
The writers' group that I referred to created itself out of a request by me to create a creative writing course at my university. While I was fighting for this course, some wannabe writers banded together to create this group. The
To BelieveTo believe in something
is to honour it
Like friends and peace and sunsets.
Each alone means little
but mixed with life
form the basis of what we call
Some people believe in different things
than those (mentioned above).
Bridging a GapBridging A Gap
There is nothing between us
The gap grows to a chasm
We are both alone
on opposite sides
The chasm is bottomless
A void so immense
that nothing could f
Writing rant"Oh, for a muse of fire -William Shakespeare, Henry V. Prologue.
There's a story I started working on a number of years ago. I planned it to be my third novel, mostly because the first one I had started writing was meant to be two volumes. Then apathy set in.. It has been a decade of wallowing in the muse of apathy and I have been trying to find ways to get out of the slump. Oddly enough, this third novel has been haunting my dreams for many nights now, trying to force me to write something down. This rant is supposed to
force me to write about stuff, maybe break my mental block. So here are some thoughts on writing and I suppose most of it applies to art mediums in general.
Writing is more than simply the act of putting pen to paper or filling in the keystrokes. A lot of bad novels, short stories and poetry have been written by people who think that it's easy. Writing is a contemplation, an act of creation requiring some degree of talent and beyond that, a degree of f
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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