A Writers Tale

Coming to terms with life decisions, With which path is right and which is wrong? Who am I? Why do I do the things I do? How can I create the life I want, when I am tied to the life I have lived? Change my name? Move from here to there? Live a life far from ordinary?  Live for the ordinary? Which is the right path?  Which is the correct route? Running away surely is not an option? If I run, how long will it be until it all catches up... Okay that's settled, I'm choosing to face it, I am choosing to find my way back, to the source of it all I am choosing to utilise my emotions and devotions! I am CHOOSING life! Write, write, write.... Non-sensical jargon is my plight... lalalalala The words begin to take a form of their own! Grow, Grow, Grow! Spring is here, doncha be knowing!? Whey!!! 

Let me tell you a tale of roots, roots that run deep and spread through the universal soil, roots that spread wide and far, far away from the conditioning of the mind, beyond the mental, to the place where many are blind, to a place where many are afraid to go... spread to the darkness and established deeply throughout and within.... now let me tell you a tale of growth, of an original seeking for light and nutrition, for a yearning desire for life to flourish for leaves to spread open, for buds to open as the spring comes to be, Spread towards the light, blooming so gracefully, filling the skies of the mind, reflecting the rooting within... an outwards stretching of capabilities and a deep trusting in the roots beneath.. You see, in the roots we find our wisdom and in our growth we find our knowledge, and all together we become.... Have you ever noticed, that in nature... all plants, trees, flowers, fruits and veg, must endure both the darkness and the light in so

The soft embrace of freedom is all I really need, The freedom to be, the freedom to see, the freedom to become, Why hold ourselves down by mass expectations? Why do we cage ourselves in boxes of our own creation? Why do we make our life purpose revolve around riches? Why do we fail to listen to our own inner guidance? True freedom, I believe, lies in freedom of thought. It lies in seeing the world as it is and accepting it for what it is, It lies in realising our happiness is not dependent on our status in this world, but on how we value ourselves and how we choose to experience life as an extension of that personal value. I consider that many people desire complete financial freedom, I understand the energetic influence of paper assigned with value, and digits on a screen, I see what money can buy you, but I also see that which is priceless, that which you can not put money on, can be what is most valuable. The world would be nothing to me, If I were to close the doo

I am a wallflower, Here I sit, Watching the world through this walls slit, I see all and yet not many see me, I watch what is real, And I never resist to be, For being a wallflower is a duty unto itself, Something left unwatched, may cease to be… and a wallflower such as me, may cease to watch, If someone were to deny the truth of the observed, All my claims could become absurd. I would be ripped from the wall of which I grow And I would be no more. Until upon another wall I grow, to observe the world once more.

Here I stand,  24, feeling less than alive... Trying to hide behind the light even though the light is exactly what illuminates the lies I tell myself, When I'm awake in a personal nightmare which is both creating a beauty beyond belief and also crushing all the beauty that had previously been, Such backwards logic, unjust thinking, You can't hide behind that which illuminates.  I once saw the world with a glimmer of hope, a belief that everything works out on the whole, I felt wonder in all shapes and forms,  Nobody was truly evil, nobody was truly as bad as the world made them seem, I was just a girl, shrouded in dreams, Of a world that may never be...  Silly of me, really...  For perfection lies between the lines of imperfection.  I see this now... There is no such thing as a more perfect world than that of which we live, I am just a girl,  a tiny insecure blim of nothingness...  And I am wishing and praying that my wishes and prayers may

Blown Away Like the ocean breeze brushes past my face, My inspiration seems to float away. I stand upon this cliff edge, gazing out at the brilliant turquoise ocean before me, And I gasp at the magnitude of it all, I face the wonder of it all, And yet here I stand, in a state of anxiety… A state of overwhelm at the future of the all in my hands, The gift of entirety, is entirely too much, Or yet it seems it at this moment. I’m listening to the oceans heart beat and the sounds of the tides rolling in, Minute by minute, Hour by hour, I stand frozen by the effects of time and the sounds of every consecutive wave echoes on in my mind for what feels like an eternity, I guess an eternity of being one with the sea can only provide me with the soothing, healing purity of the most sterile and the most awe-inspiring oceans cold, Where the sea creatures which dwell at the depths of such, are beyond our understanding of what conditions are required for

So I've failed to do this 30 day challenge... maybe I will continue it.. but honestly it's just been taking my passion out of writing. I agree that in order to get where we wish to go in life it requires consistent work and effort, my personal struggle is in maintaining a balance in life. Knowing what to prioritise, knowing how to use my energy sparingly.... I find it absolutely amazing that people can take on so much within their days, that they can push themselves to do so much and to utilise their time so well...  Now I know, we all have the same 24 hours in a day and yet I find it amazing how we all apply ourselves differently in that time, we prioritise differently, we integrate our wants and needs within our schedules and I think maybe some of us need more rest than others...  I work around so many people in my average days and I absolutely love my job but due to my nature as a human, I do need time to process all the stimuli I am around in your average days... I am li

Day 13 Think of the worst pain you've ever felt. Now give your protagonist a papercut and over-exaggerate the pain using your own descriptions. I can't see through the streams of salty liquid spilling from my eyes, all that I see is a blur of colours and blemished shapes. My stomach is turning repeatedly as if I am going up and down at speed in a broken elevator and my heart is beating faster and harder than I ever knew could be humanly possible without going into cardiac arrest. I can hear the pulses of each beat in my ear drums. I have been sick twice already and I still feel nauseous. I have debated slicing my wrists to end the torture... "Down the river not across the stream" I remind myself, although people tell me that my actions would be extreme and that it would be selfish for me to take such drastic measures, but it hurts so much. I guess, instead I'll just curl up in a ball and snivel myself to sleep. Why would it come to this? How could I let th

Sometimes the past can catch up with us, Sometimes good people are lead to do stupid and ridiculous things. Like feigning friendship in aid of revenge, Slithering snakes liable to infect you with venom, Who come to your side to drain you of your energy and resources, Claiming friendship is their goal when clearly being a thief of time is their one true calling, Preying on the goodness of one's heart, For the sake of what? To occupy their free time in hell. Sometimes people tread the waters of the unknown, They put themselves in situations they do not fully understand, Living free of responsibility, with a complete lack of understanding and drive, Summoning and making deals with entities for the good of the brotherhood. Yet not realising that what goes around comes around, Some people do a good job of creating illusions of happiness. They lead people into the depths, To find their doom and darkness, To be dragged down deep and to be sucked into the void. So the nex

Day 12 Take the first line of your favorite novel. Remove and replace the nouns and verbs, and write a story that begins with your new line. Delete the first line. "The alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had bought. " The alchemist traced his fingers over a book that someone in the caravan had hidden under the supplies. How foolish of that young traveller, the alchemist thought; to hide such valuable books in obscure places and assume nobody would find them... Or did the alchemist have it wrong? Maybe this is exactly what was meant to happen... The soul of the universe communicates in such ineffable ways, and the alchemist was more than aware of the nature of existence. The leather bound cover was in amazing condition, the gold laced over the cover conveyed an intricate pattern and symbols completely unbeknownst to the alchemist… A feeling of familiarity washed over him as he traced the cover, he recognised these symbols but he couldn't re

Day 11 You are now a dragon. Describe your hoard. Deep under the ocean surface I can be found, Guarding the tunnels of which lead to my mound, A mound of treasure, I speak of, you know, A mountain of precious gems, silver and gold. Let it be known there lies a deeper treasure than this, For the trinkets and shiny things may look most valuable to thee, But there is something much more precious to me, Deep within my hoard you see, lies my kindred, armoured eggs, a three. If one were to try swim to invade, I would snap at them with my gnarly teeth, For how dare they try to loot my keep! This is why I nest down in the deepest caverns of the sea, For there are not many who dare to venture so deep! Lucky for me, I have evolved like so, Many on the surface, know not what goes on below. They think me dead, they think me a myth, Just wait 'til my babies and I  are unleashed! We shall soar the skies once more, just wait and see... Until then believe not in me,

So, I'm losing my passion for writing. I don't feel any desire whatsoever to write so instead of doing the challenge I think I just need to write about what I know and what I know is that right now, I don't feel like I can write about anything rather than this. Lunar ran out today, she has yet to return. I am slightly worried because we're right next to a train track, hopefully she's street smart enough to make it home. I don't know if it's the cannabis and alcohol from last night speaking but I feel pretty damn... dampened? like my fire has been put out... I almost want to conjure up more fire by blaming everyone but nobody is responsible for my irresponsibility with fire. It saddens me what is happening in Brazil... my grandad has informed me that apparently the amazon rainforest provides 5% of the oxygen in our atmosphere. Only a matter f time before the norm on this planet is to walk around with a gas mask and to live in an oxygenated base, li