Tag: writing

Where Am I Now, They Ask

"Where are you?" they ask, then don't stop to listen to the response. Well... I am capable of anger. Rage, too, mind you. It is not an anger that reacts to the ordinary, mundane trivialities of social construct, such as religion, race, gender, and class. No, it is a genuine anger, not a projection. It … Continue reading Where Am I Now, They Ask →

A Star is Born

Sometimes The Sun and Moon collide so that a star can be born ~MG~ Stars are made when particles are compressed, pushed together, causing chemical reactions and increasing temperatures as kinetic energy escalates. It can be a violent process where the energy pushes against each other with so much force that they are magnetically pulled … Continue reading A Star is Born →

Vision

Sometimes it's not about easing the way It's about readying it ~MG~ Vision is not just about dreams or aspirations Vision is discernment and preparations Vision is not limited to eyesight Vision is seeing with the heart, soul, and mind Vision is not seeing flaws in everyone else Vision is seeing through one's damaged self … Continue reading Vision →

To: You

To You: I'm out of words. A thousand pages of poetry later and I've one conclusion: I don't need you as much as you think I do but I want you I miss you and I love you You. Just, as you are. You. MG

Writing is Immortality

Writing is immortality. It is that flux between turning memories and fantasy into reality. You get inspired, you fall in love with that feeling, you want to keep that spark alive, so you write. You write about what inspires you, you write about who inspires you. You write, and write, and write, until you realize … Continue reading Writing is Immortality →

Fight

I don’t want someone to fight for me. I don’t want someone to fight against me. I want someone to fight with me. If that’s too much to ask, then I’ll fight alone regardless. I didn’t get this far to make it just here. I didn’t get this far by waiting around to prove my … Continue reading Fight →

Have You Seen Her Write?

Have you ever seen her write? 

Have you ever just sat, and watched her surrender as the paper devoured her soul, as the pen carved into the unmarked linings of reproduced trees? I have. I’ve seen her write. I’ve fallen asleep to the image of her etching patches of her soul into her diary. I’ve … Continue reading Have You Seen Her Write? →