Long Over Due Updateness
Okay, I'm thinking that I'm going to give you the updates on stuff. I have a REALLY bad case of writer's block, so please bear with me.
Original Work - still trying to get that description of the main male lead in there....I can't describe the way I see him in my head. It is proving extremely difficult.
Crossover - .....It was an amazing idea. But I don't have the time I would like to dedicate to that so I kinda think it died.
Fanfiction - in general....not so good. I've managed to spew out a few drabbles but nothing I'd like to show to the world because one of them I think is the worst piece of writing I have EVER written.
And now, for the poetry post. This is kinda fitting my mood and was my final for my Creative Writing class last year.
Pebble in My Way
I ride my bike down the street,
I see a pebble in the middle my way.
I ignore it, and run it over.
I fall to the ground,
the pavement scraping into my skin.
I get up.
I ride my bike down the same path,
and I see the same pebble.
Once again, I ignore it,
and once again I fall down when
my bike tires run over it.
My old wounds sting when the
pavement scrapes against them.
I get up.
I take the same path and ride the same bike,
and I see the same pebble.
I stare at it, coming closer and closer,
once again running it over.
My cuts still get torn up again,
but this time is different,
I am no longer avoiding what is wrong.
I get up.
I take the same path again,
but this time I know what’s coming
so I look for the pebble.
I stare at it as it comes closer and
I turn at the last possible minute,
but I still fall, ripping open the old cuts.
This time though, it’s different.
This time I know what I have to do
to stay on my bike.
I get up.
I ride down the path confidently,
knowing what I have to do.
I see the pebble and I turn,
completely avoiding it.
I no longer fall.
My wounds heal,
and I can continue down the path
I started so long ago.
So yeah....hope you guys liked that. Sorry once again for all the waiting.
Original Work - still trying to get that description of the main male lead in there....I can't describe the way I see him in my head. It is proving extremely difficult.
Crossover - .....It was an amazing idea. But I don't have the time I would like to dedicate to that so I kinda think it died.
Fanfiction - in general....not so good. I've managed to spew out a few drabbles but nothing I'd like to show to the world because one of them I think is the worst piece of writing I have EVER written.
And now, for the poetry post. This is kinda fitting my mood and was my final for my Creative Writing class last year.
Pebble in My Way
I ride my bike down the street,
I see a pebble in the middle my way.
I ignore it, and run it over.
I fall to the ground,
the pavement scraping into my skin.
I get up.
I ride my bike down the same path,
and I see the same pebble.
Once again, I ignore it,
and once again I fall down when
my bike tires run over it.
My old wounds sting when the
pavement scrapes against them.
I get up.
I take the same path and ride the same bike,
and I see the same pebble.
I stare at it, coming closer and closer,
once again running it over.
My cuts still get torn up again,
but this time is different,
I am no longer avoiding what is wrong.
I get up.
I take the same path again,
but this time I know what’s coming
so I look for the pebble.
I stare at it as it comes closer and
I turn at the last possible minute,
but I still fall, ripping open the old cuts.
This time though, it’s different.
This time I know what I have to do
to stay on my bike.
I get up.
I ride down the path confidently,
knowing what I have to do.
I see the pebble and I turn,
completely avoiding it.
I no longer fall.
My wounds heal,
and I can continue down the path
I started so long ago.
So yeah....hope you guys liked that. Sorry once again for all the waiting.