Drawn to the building standing so tall
What are the secrets hidden away after all
What is the voice that beckons to me now
So curious to find out somehow
Through the doors I enter with curiosity
Wondering what stories will unfold in front of me
Drawn to the area I take my seat at the table quietly
Searching through articles and sites to see what I stumble upon
My worries have escaped me, my frustrations gone
My hands type the words freely with ease
The knowledge I am gaining make me feel pleased
Time escapes me and suddenly I am told “5 minutes to go”
Carefully I pack my work again and tuck away the knowledge I now know
To my dear best friend
I write this letter to let
You know how I cherish
Your friendship, even though I don’t
You have truly changed my life
Where darkness and shadows
Once resided solemnly
A light now brightly shines
Gone is the loneliness within
My sad,empty soul
You’ve helped me heal
A wounded heart
In my life you’ll always
Play an important part
From here on out I vow
To show my gratitude sincere
Please know that on my friendship
You can always depend
As long as you need me true
I will always be here for you
To whom it may concern
It has been my lifelong dream to see
Everyone reading poetry written lovingly by me
To whom it may concern
I have always been to shy
Afraid of the judgments
I am not quiet sure as to why
To whom it may concern
My dear best friend encouraged me
Placed vision in my head of how great things can be
To whom it may concern
The words pour out from my very soul
Sometimes so intensely my emotions pay the toll
To whom it may concern
Here I am shakily steeping out of my comfort zone now
I am going to try to be brave, some way some how
To whom It may Concern
Heart it is a racing as I stand here
Can you sense my fear?
To whom it may concern
Please read my poems with care
Feel free to comment, I just ask you be fair
To whom it may concern
I will leave you now to think
I always find that poetry goes best with a hot and frothy drink
To whom it may concern
Just one more thing to say
Thank you for your time on this wonderful day
Now just a magicians trick
I will just fade away.
Raptured by war
Clawed and torn apart
Death a familiar foe
Ashes instead of homes
Stranded – some escape
Not all make it alive
Woman and children
Captured for slavery
Obey or die!
Tortured and raped
Half Beaten to Death!
Silence or Consequence
Cries and screams
No one hears their silent pleas!
Unknown faces no one sees
Stories untold and forgotten
Precious and troubled souls
Endangered by our ignorance
Secluded in this cold and lonely room
My happiness erased – all that is left is gloom
Nothing I can do except pace the floor
I don’t want to be sick and feel this way anymore
So confused and lost – nothing around me seems real
How am I suppose to control how or what I feel?
Doctors in and out poking and prodding me
Why can’t they just let me be?
Everyone I see has a look of despair in their eyes
Feeling hopeless is something I despise!
Life is supposed to be an adventure full of joy
It seems like a crazy game and I am just a toy!
Screaming voices inside me full of rage, anguish and hate
How can this be my life?
Should I resign to fate?
I am not sure of what happened – what did I do?
How I wish my pain and suffering would be through!!
Genuinely gentle and loving soul
Her mere presence could grab at your heart and take control
Youthful spirit, full of energy and light
Just watching could make you laugh, turn dark days bright
Proud you would be to be considered her friend
On her loyalty you could truly depend
Sharing her love with each person she met
Not a single soul who saw her did fret
A secret message she sent to all
“Your life forever changed it will be
Just take the time and come play with me!”
This precious soul left us one, sad fateful day
Leaving us all speechless, at lost for the words to say
Our hearts now contain a hollow voice – its true
Some of us still wonder how we made it through
Never a day goes by she is not on my mind
I know one day we will meet again – a different place and time
When I think I am strong enough to carry on
Something happens to prove me horribly wrong
Each time I try, defeat grabs a hold
Always slipping, I can not get in control
Any step I take, I stumble aimless around
Ending up face first bleeding on the ground
Reaching out for something to grasp onto
My hands are too slippery, the life lines fall through
Yearning for peace and inner strength now
Wanting for the craziness to end somehow
Sanity abandoned me so long ago
Normalcy is not a feeling I know
Outwardly you may see a smile
But inside I am drowning all the while
Unless you know me you’ll never see
The emotional wounds that follow me
Life has been a roller coaster so out of control
Leaving me nothing but I cold, worn and battered soul
Once bound by chains so heavy and tight
Struggling to move and to breathe day and night
So tired, weak and weary from the dreadful fight
Lonely and hollow, felt so alone
My world seemed so dark, empty and cold
No place I had been ever felt like home
Past wounds of all kinds wounded my soul
So terrified of feeling, afraid to trust again
Unable to relinquish the need for control
Tired of this rollercoaster that became my life
Pleading to get off the craziness, wishing it would stop for once
Needing an end to all this pain, darkness and strife
One day I got on my knees and cried for help
At the end of my rope, I made a plea
“Whoever is listening, please help me”
Out of the silence, I heard a voice call to me
“Stand up, my dear you’ll be alright.”
Wiping my tears I looked around to see
No one was in sight – how can this be?
A feeling of comfort swept over me
From that day on, I vowed to start anew
Knowing inside I had what it takes to make it through.
Secretly stalked me year after year
Lurking amongst the darkness and shadows
Haunted my dreams night after night
Robbed my soul of the precious gift of light
Stole my dreams and torn apart all my hope
Ripped my heart out and left it to die
Watched me suffer as I begged and cried
Struck me out of the blue that cold, dark day
I could not fight you off – your message was clear
Although you were silent and did not have anything to say
Turned my world inside out and upside down
Shattered pieces of who I was tossed on the ground
Alone, I struggled to find the strength to carry on
Emptiness was all I had left – everything else was gone
Every step I took forward seemed pointless and long
Day after day, I cried and I prayed
“Please God; help me end this pain today”
Did not think I could make it through each day
But here I am stand fighting this battle my own way
I may not always beat you, but I know I can survive
Day by day, I watch for your presence to be known
I will not let you sneak up again – I will not be thrown
A rollercoaster is what my life has become today
But I am prepared for the highs and lows
I will survive this crazy, neurotic ride – someway
My eyes are open now – I know the chaos you create
I will not sink to your level – I chose not to hate
This journey through hell has a lesson to be learned
Amongst the rubble there are treasures hidden within
I will speak out and have my voice be heard loud and clear
Help others find their way out and no there is nothing to fear
I will stand up and let my secret out – no longer a whisper, it is now a shout
No longer afraid of the stigma – I am here to finally speak the truth
Whether you hear my true message is completely up to you
My name is Melonie and I need to finally say
“I struggle with mental illness – I have always been this way”
For all my peers who fight this fight, know you are never alone
Announcing with great excitement on Kobo – The Antique House 5.99. Stop by Kobo site and check it out please!!!’
I will be submitting it to Kindle probably this weekend – I will definitely be sure to update everyone on the progress and release information for Kindle.
Do you know what he sees
When he looks at me?
Does he connect to the person
I have proudly become?
Does his heart still have love left?
Did his feelings for me flee?
We share the same spaces day after day
Silence fills the air and leaves no room to breath
Passing ships we pass each other by
Neither of us knowing the words we are suppose to say
Inside my heart breaks by the minute
Like a caged and lonely animal I cry
If this is all that I deserve its fine
But why does he stay with me If his heart is not in it
Intimacy is a foreign language to us now
Any touch feels so mechanical and cold
Obligation becomes the main reason he tries it seems
How I wish I could insensitive too but I don’t know how
My vows now my prison I cannot escape
I made this poor choice it is true
I hear myself say no one cares now
This is your mistake so accept your fate
I wish I could talk to the girl from so many years ago
I would make her feel special and secure
Help her see that there are so many treasures awaiting her
She would have the courage to say “no”
No to so many things that she was coaxed to do
No to the feeling that she had to conform to society’s mold
No to settling for “Mr Right Now” instead of love that is true
No would have saved her from all the hurt she went through
Final draft of The Antique House completed and I am in process of having it published by Kobo in ebook format.
I am just waiting for review of book to be done and released for sale. The price I set is 4.99 CDN – please those fans who have a kobo check it out and review as it is MY FIRST SHORT STORY!!! All reviews are welcome!!
it will be the first story in a series of stories – I hope everyone will follow Melinda in her journey.
I will be submitting it to kindle shortly as well – just have to wait for next day off as daily schedule on certain days.
Hope everyone has a wonderful evening.
I will be submitting a blog article this weekend – so stay tuned to see what this weeks topic will be about.
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In addition to writing and teaching, one of the things I do for a living is to evaluate manuscripts for their suitability for publication. I read fiction (and non-fiction) across several genres, and write comprehensive reports on the books. I try always to guide the author towards knocking his or her project into a shape that could be credibly presented to literary agents, publishers and general readers. You know how Newman and Mittelmark introduce How Not to Write a Novel by saying, ‘We are merely telling you the things that editors are too busy rejecting your novel to tell you themselves, pointing out the mistakes they recognize instantly because they see them again and again in novels they do not buy,’ well they’re right; I am one of those editors.
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In the midst of working and travelling along today’s map of client case load I was contemplating what today’s blog segment should be – then in a moment of “aha” as Oprah says it came to me! Why not discuss the challenge of following your bliss, blazing your own trail and balancing the modern “daily grind” and responsibilities of life? It seemed the perfect topic since we all can relate to it and I was attempting just that as I brain stormed ideas.
Life seems to be the one thing that gets in our way when we attempt to change gears – at least for me it is! Often in my experiences and along my journey, I will sit down with the best intentions and a) household issues occur, b) work calls, c) crisis occur and d) I truthfully I get side tracked sometimes.
I know it’s hard not to beat ourselves up over incompletion and missteps but we have to embrace these and learn that it is usually a message from the Universe to tell us it isn’t right moment, yet. How many times have you been struck by inspiration at unusual moments? I believe it works both ways with the Universal Messages we receive.
I know from personal experience that I have to edge personal writing time out in my daily time and allow for days of either practicing writing skills and/or writing and working on projects and most of the time I am tugged at when it is time and I often have to squeeze it a schedule full of clients and travel.
So your next question is probably when do I do it? Well, the crazy yet simple answer is this – I have found myself doing it while riding on a bus, while waiting for a bus, in between clients, during respite clients, during a hot bath and late at night when I can’t sleep. Often I have to stop and start either because I am blocked or something pulls me away from the process. At times it can.be frustrating but I have found the best way to combat the frustration is to give it a name that you will associate something positive and productive. I often use break time, pet therapy time (as I have a black lab) and battery recharging. I sometimes call it the start stop save game :) Try it and see if it helps! Sometimes it flows freely and other times it is bits and pieces that are left to piece together.
What I have learned about those bits and pieces that don’t seem to make sense at time is that they can be used in other stories and can also serve as writing prompts when writers block occurs. My advice is always keep those bits and pieces even if there is a few words! Remember it is those mighty words that create masterpieces!
Here are some tips and suggestions to help fight writer’s block and stretch your creative muscles (and yes I have used them as well).
1. Go for a walk and take a camera or use your camera on cell phone , take photos of things that catch your eye. Don’t think just snap away, among those photos is inspiring prompts.
2. Change your scenery, with the use of today’s technology and the use of the good old pen and paper one is able to create mobile offices.
3. If you have the spare time, take a trip around town on bus or walk around and “people watch” (create characters from their traits and what you are – it works)
4. Allow yourself to have “research” days if you find the words are not flowing together, sometimes I will read e-zines and digital magazines on writing to help keep mind in creative zone.
5. Take a break and do something fun by creating your own future “writing prompts”. Experiment and have fun with the process..
6. Switch genres, if you find that you are blocked on your usual type of writing try a none. This will keep your creative muscles working at the same time you are honing new skills .
7. Always talk to the Muse and show gratitude for the assistance she gives. Learn about the Muse – try pretending you are her.
8. Play out the scenario or story, use your imagination to become your character. Bring back “male belief” play and have fun with your inner child.
9. Make brainstorming fun, utilize your old magazines and newspapers and create vision boards and story idea board. They can be pea meant or you can attach veto to board and pictures for removable and reusable pieces.
10. Let loose, have fun and remember more is learned from the journey than the destination itself. Another great thing I found that works have multiple rooms where you have pad of paper and pen available – inspiration strikes when you least expect it!
In the throes of editing and re-examining my short story “The Antique House”, which is quite the task when I am fighting off a flu bug. It is proving to be a challenge to concentrate as I am dealing with a migraine and a feeling of exhaustion.
It was a “sick” day this evening as working in the health care field one must ensure not to spread illness. My one thing I hate doing is calling in sick because I always feel bad leaving people short. I also wonder if my clients are taken care of as good as I try to but I have to learn to trust in fellow workers.
Tomorrow is back to the daily grind and trying to balance the two jobs I don’t. Luckily it is not a crazy busy day so I should have time to work more on editing.
I find my one challenge in writing is my own criticism of myself and trying to keep positive during the process
I find using some positive reinforcements and affirmations works well for me in most things especially with dealing in depression. I am going to work on creating a list of affirmations while working on writing.
I am happy to announce that my first draft of The Antique House is complete!!!
It was a long and interesting process writing my first shorty story as I am usually writing poetry as my creative outlet. This story writing process definitely stretchd my creative writing muscles as I often found myself dreaming of how to have story unfold as well as constantly re-examining what I did already write.
I honestly can say that I take pride in what I accomplished as throughout the process I doubted my ability to complete the process. Now that I am done – I have the honour of reviewing it as a whole instead of pieces.
I have learned a lot about myself through this process and how I relate to the Universal Flow of the writing process. What you ask? That is for another blog discussion.
My advice to you is always follow the path and allow your creative muscles to stretch and see where the wind takes you. Always thank the muse and fight the resistance to write.
Sadly I have to let you all go for now as “daily grind” calls -lucky I love working as a Personal Support Worker.
I know that there has been a prolonged absence and I hope that no one felt deserted or forgotten – nothing was done in malicious intent and no one was maant to feel forgotten!!
The simple truth is life got in the way as working two jobs, daily living and trying to find balance as well as dealing with depression sometimes bcomes overwhelmingly for me and things get forgotten. Plus I was still working on my short story/book called “The Antique House” and for awhile hit a bit of a block. The process is flowing better and it is winding down and I can’t wait for it to be finished.
I hage been freting about how this would turn out as it is my first short story and want everyone to like it but also hope to get good feedback that is respectable but I had a voice tell me that the completion of the project and the process is more important than the reviews and my own criticism.
So I am going to embrace the experience and follow the journey.