My imagination is my pen
My decisions are chapters
In the great novel called life
However, life is truly not a book
It is a long and enduring journey
That begins from the moment of birth
And ends when we refuse to carry on
What happens on this mysterious journey
Is totally up to you, so choose wisely
For life doesn't make you who you are
You make life what you want it to be
Friday, October 16, 2015
10/16/15 Update
I'm just posting a quick update of future posts I plan on writing In the next week or two, I'll be writing a lot of subjects on technology. The first one will be my thoughts on the different word processors out there like Libre Office, Kingston Office, etc. The second one will be my views of Windows 10. I finally got approved to use Windows 10 at work, and will be installing it over my coming weekend.
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
"A Woman's Love"
They burst through the door
Whacked out on crystal meth.
The empty casings hit the floor.
His name on her last breath.
I stand over the chalk outline.
The tile stained with her blood.
Her soul in the morning sunshine
Glimmers like dew on a rosebud.
She looks at me with teary eyes.
She knows what my purpose is:
Escort her to the palace in the sky
To live a new life full of eternal bliss.
Sadly, his soul is going downwards.
He played with the fire his whole life.
Now, will reveal he's been a coward.
Choosing drugs over his loving wife.
The love of a woman is an addiction.
One that should cure any man's desire,
And alleviate all of the soul's inflictions.
Misuse it, and burn in damnation fires.
Whacked out on crystal meth.
The empty casings hit the floor.
His name on her last breath.
I stand over the chalk outline.
The tile stained with her blood.
Her soul in the morning sunshine
Glimmers like dew on a rosebud.
She looks at me with teary eyes.
She knows what my purpose is:
Escort her to the palace in the sky
To live a new life full of eternal bliss.
Sadly, his soul is going downwards.
He played with the fire his whole life.
Now, will reveal he's been a coward.
Choosing drugs over his loving wife.
The love of a woman is an addiction.
One that should cure any man's desire,
And alleviate all of the soul's inflictions.
Misuse it, and burn in damnation fires.
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
"Being Born"
An allusive dream
An insomniac night.
Many ideas inside
Fighting to get out.
The heart is willing,
But the soul is tired.
Character's are dying.
The blank wasteland.
Words no longer flow.
The river is drying up.
Black hole plot ideas.
Clashing with genres.
A rough draft fading.
Openings falling flat.
A spark of creativity
Igniting like a wildfire.
A plot taking shape,
Characters forming.
Solid opening arises.
A novel is being born.
An insomniac night.
Many ideas inside
Fighting to get out.
The heart is willing,
But the soul is tired.
Character's are dying.
The blank wasteland.
Words no longer flow.
The river is drying up.
Black hole plot ideas.
Clashing with genres.
A rough draft fading.
Openings falling flat.
A spark of creativity
Igniting like a wildfire.
A plot taking shape,
Characters forming.
Solid opening arises.
A novel is being born.
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