The magic word.

It’s a crazy thing how times passes you by.  They tell you to live in the moment.  Well, that’s certainly what I have been doing.  Living in the moment.  You see, it goes with this whole, ‘let future self worry about it’ (‘How I met your mother’ reference).  Worry.  I’m not sure if it’s even that.  Motivation?  No.  It’s more like – you want to forget about it and numb yourself and watch the next episode of Boardwalk Empire.

As you all know, those who follow me, this seems to be a common thing.  A pattern is forming here.  I get into a habit, but then I jump out of that habit, back in and out again.  The magic word here?  Commitment.

I guess I’m a commitaphobe.  Through and through.  Ha’, that’s a clever way of putting it.

Oh, and thanks again. Sorry that I have been quiet, I do read your work, and I love reading it too. 

Remember, it’s all about commitment.

Mad Men. (the seekers) – Poetry

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Mad Men. (the seekers)

By J. A. Weymouth

 

Entrenched beneath

guessing

as the shadows dance in the hallways of darkness,

a footstep is taken, into the lamp lit room.

 

Solitary is the hint behind the eyes

the fool seeks the company of mad men.

 

His face is only half of the moon,

and tempers with the light of world.

 

Only darkness and blood can enter

though this is no gory tale.

 

Just a simple mad man

wondering,

meandering into

the hallways of others like him.

 

And so they dance.

When push comes to shove

Why am I not writing you ask? Well, you see, it probably has a lot to do with writer’s block, and as you can probably tell, it happens A LOT! I guess you could say I lose the motivation. I go in and out of bouts of laziness or I have depression. The reason probably has a lot to do with all of the above, but I also think it has a lot to do with self doubt.

One of the reasons why I started this blog was to motivate myself, to professionalise my writing, and to get my poetry “out there” and feel as if I can actually, in fact, write (not just write, but write well). Sometimes the doubt sinks in of course, and you can tell when I lose the ‘courage’ to post such personal pieces.  It is not so much that it is personal really, all of my writing is, in fact, I feel quite liberated in expressing my ideas.

This particular post is a ‘whatever’ post. The ‘whatever’ post is a way to move past self-doubt and just ‘give-it-a-go’ whether you like it or not (there has got to be a reason why I have the 200 + followers, right?). Meaning that ‘in the name of Merlin’ (Harry Potter reference, if you don’t know it you’re not my friend) I shall write, damnit! And write whether it is good or just ordinary.

Let the ‘whatever’ post be the blogger’s doctrine and let us not worry about the opinions of others but encourage ourselves to ‘give it a go’ and write. In fact, write everyday if you can. Life’s too short.

An update on life and NaNoWriMo.

It seems too long really since I last wrote a post on everyday life.  I’m not big on the whole blogging my day-to-day activities, but since I spoke to you all about my accidents I may as well give you a little update.

The ankle is all better and thank you to all of those who commented and sent me their best wishes.  It was really appreciated.  The ankle is fine, and doing pretty well considering the 7 week long ‘cast on’ period.  During its ‘cast off’ days, it’s a little stiff, sometimes a little sore, but getting stronger and stronger every day. 

And I have a new car!  Since a tree wrote off my last car, and being in a cast for 7 weeks I haven’t had a lot of freedom, so to have my cast removed and getting a brand new car all in the one week felt amazing.  Funny how you learn to appreciate the small things in life when things are taken away from you.  It gives you a little perspective.

So Dianne is the replacement and she is fitting in very well, my little Hyundai i30.

Oh yeah, NaNoWriMo.  I’m actually doing it this time! I don’t feel so left out now.  Already 10,000 words down.  So, I might actually get a book out of this.  I’ll keep you updated on that at least but I won’t be writing any short stories for a while, I’ll still update with the poetry but no stories.  

If you did notice, I took down the story ‘Dead Girl – Part 1’ since I only really finished the story last week I thought since I haven’t had the time to edit lately because of NaNoWriMo I will edit it later.  I’ll separate it in parts like I normally do, but with a few days in between so you do not have to wait for too long.

 

Cheers all, I hope you are all doing very well and thank you to all of you who have supported this blog.

 

RedPlace~

Hopes and Fears – Poetry

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Hopes and Fears

By J. A. Weymouth

There was something

lost in that sigh.

A paramnesia of windows shutting and

light closing began

in the wake of ideas.

 

Too far lost those ideas tread

(and they don’t remember their true beginnings)

so far away taken, over long shores and hopes, were they.

 

Corrosive/archaic from water.

Water is the fearless patient.

 

What is this wistful feeling?

A searching/yearning/wanting of the things that have passed and have not come.

All that has taken the hand.

 

Beyond question/reasoning to believe that place is only home,

but that home has become corrosive!

 

The head, like the hand, has been taken somewhere

away – mingled by the strain of ideas and journey seeking –

living in that false reality.

 

And I believed in that fantasy.

Hope has taken my hand.

Undying Sun – Poetry

Undying Sun 

By J. A. Weymouth

Damaging these old tattered bones

Tokens, now hung above static needs.

Ever trusted, ever stored.

We, basic, in all powered sources/scrounged

Depthless

Beneath

A symptom of the heart. What heart we need? What heartless? All heartless

 

ethereal/earthless.

 

More sunken, more devoured. Little by little an epiphany comes.

 

Ideas shriek like stricken grass – all grass becomes golden in a dying sun.

And I see not your eyes.

Sure, your eyes are here within withered loneliness.

You are my eyes.  My fervent, undying eyes.