Rhyming Or: How to Sound Twelve

Alright, this is your warning. I wanted to test my rhyme and meter in poetry, see if I could still manage to pull out some writing discipline from my brain. And I managed it. But I’ve always been sucked into one type of meter, the same rhythm with every single poem. Ok, I did write a sonnet once, but we won’t go into that here (read: I’m still bitter). I don’t know. There’s either something about my meter, or something about rhyme in general, that just ends up sounding childish to me. But here’s what I came up with. Take it for what it’s worth.

It seems it’s never-ending
This journey that I take
Climbing towards the invisible
Leaving shadows in my wake

The mountain grows impossibly
The paths they twist and turn
Sometimes the light it guides me
And other times it burns

For each obstacle that blocks me
There’s another that I leap
For every soaring vista
There’s a darkness far too deep

Sometimes I meet companions
Fellow travellers on their own
But eventually their footsteps fade
And I continue on again, alone

With each step I think of stopping
To leave the mountain cold and grey
Yet compelled I keep on walking
My goal in sight, for one more day

Filters, or lack thereof

So my procrastination continues in regards to this CBC short story writing contest. Let’s just say I’m intimately familiar with all the Mac creative writing software. All of which is seriously overkill, by the way.

Part of the issue is that the maximum word count for entries is 1500 words. That’s minuscule. It’s going to be tough to build, grow, and resolve a story in that short a timeframe.

The other issue is my mood. I’m not in the greatest place emotionally these days. I am concerned that my mood will leak into the story, which is the last thing I want. I want to keep the angst to a minimum. Plus, angst is easy to write. Everything else is hard.

It’s ironic, really. Either I’m living my life through the filter of characters/a story, or my story is being filtered through me and my own personal feelings.

One step at a time

Sometimes
All you’re left with
Is the honking horns
The yelling strangers
And a vast amount
Of space

Knowing that
Tolerance
And acceptance
Are as far apart
As you are
From who you were

One step
One step
Rest
Then keep moving

Ever grateful that
The sounds of the city
At least never
Leave you with silence

A New Blog (Yes, another one.)

So, I’ll admit that I have multiple blogs.  At least two others that are currently active, although there have been multiple others over the years. I’ve been on diary land, blogger, vox, my own domain, live journal, tumblr, twitter, and now here.

You may be wondering why I’m starting this blog if I have two other active blogs going already.  The only reason I can give you is that I like to compartmentalize my life.  The oldest blog will have existed for 10 years come this december, and pretty much only two In Real Life people know of its existence.  It is the place where my darkest and most vulnerable thoughts go.

The other is simply a depository for silliness and fandom ravings and mostly re-blogs of fun pictures related to Supernatural, although I’ve been noted to dip into semi-serious things.

This one I want to be something else entirely.  I want to renew my focus on writing and see where it takes me to get some practice.  Either through prose or poetry and possible rants about the writing process.  I was prodded into this by the latest CBC short story contest.  I think I’m going to enter.  If I can get myself moving.

And to get moving with your writing you have to, well, write.  Hopefully you’ll either read with enjoyment or sympathize with my attempts.

Either way, welcome.