I'm Choking On My Tongue.

I am so blown away right now, I don't even have words to decribe it. I just stumbled across this blog called 'She Would Have Liked Wings', the author is fifteen. Fifteen! Two flipping years younger than me.

Her grasp of language is just phenominal. It's intricate, delicate writing.

At first I felt sharp pangs of jealousy: why can't I write like that? But I kept on reading, and it was all a sense of awe.

Anyways, have a look for yourself: http://writingsfromwonderland.blogspot.com/

Singing With You.

My heart,
lodged in my chest,
is zipping around
like a hummingbird
on steroids.
So in sync,
with the way everything was,
like a rapper
spitting up words
to his own beat.
Am I singing
out of key?

- - -

I have all of these fragmented ideas just crashing around in my head. I can't keep anything straight right now. It took a lot of effort to forge this little piece, because tangible, relatable ideas are not coming together for me. Like, a hummingbird and a RAPPER? Those two objects are so obviously related! *sarcasm*

Door To The Timeless Nether - Exerpt

It was just white. Endless white in all directions. No shadows, no objects, nothing for the eyes to focus on. It was just white.

“Holy hell.” He whispered, his mouth hanging open. He turned three hundred and sixty degrees and saw nothing.

Three doors suddenly appeared before him.

One was saccharine blue.

One was a deep shade of mottled green.

One was vivid red.

He looked at them with wide eyes, his heart pounding in his throat, his brain screeching at him to run. But run to where? There was nothing here but three doors, and never ending white. Rowan knew, somehow he knew, that he could only go forward.

- - -

So, in two months National Novel Writing Month will be up and buzzing in my face again. I realize last year, I didn't even make to the ten thousand word mark, thanks to my ever demanding social life. Not much of an excuse, I know.

Anyways, this is just a short exerpt from my attempt at it. I really fell in love with my characters and the very real potential the plot itself had. But alas:

"When Breanna and Rowan are shot from reality into a world where time, the laws of physics, and equality mean nothing, everything they have ever known is thrown into question. With only the theories and delusions of a mad scholar to guide them, and the help of a tiny and elegantly useless dragon named Macaroni, they must traverse the Nether and find the gateway back to their own plane of existance. The only problem is, time is never on anyones side, even in the Timeless Nether."

That was my synopsis. Not the greatest summary ever written for a story, but my first go at it.

I do intend to try NaNoWriMo again this year, and I've got a few ideas swimming around in my head for the whole thing. I encourage all writers/novelist wannabes to have a shot at it(or maybe you just like the idea of torturing yourself for no reason). 50,000 words in thirty days! Can you do it?

Link to the website: http://www.nanowrimo.org/

BATTLESHIP!

I was just looking back and saw that in a previous post, I said I'd find a link for a fricking amazing local band called Battleship. And well ah! Here it is:

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/BATTLESHIP/397910326631?ref=ts

Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/battleshipband

Listening to them on myspace is really not the same as seeing them live, but as I've said before, I've completely fallen in love with them.

Drinking Water.

Currently, I've taken to drinking FAR too much water. I'm wondering: Can you be addicted??

Interesting Website Is Interesting.

http://threeframes.net/

This site just blew me away. All the images only have three frames to the animation, so the motions are very repetitive, but it gives the images such a new dynamic. I spent about a half an hour looking through the site, and I have to say, some of the images really feel like they've a strong message behind them.

Take a look and decide for yourself!

Sad Eyes.

I woke up from my daily dream
and saw you
staring out across
stirring ocean waters
and your eyes were sadder
than tumult stormclouds above.

I spread my toes
across cold wet sand
as you looked on,
but never looked at me.
I reached out,
touched a finger
to your shoulder.
But still
I would not see
your eyes.

The rain was coming,
slamming down on my face.
I shivered
and you took off your jacket
and walked me home.

But still I wonder
what I saw that day
in your
sad eyes.

A Dark Place.

I stepped inside myself
and it like was standing,
folded over,
in a black crawlspace.

I felt my heart throbbing
and crawling up my throat.
Even that part of me,
intimate,
inseperable,
dosen't want
anything to do with me.

- - -

Okay, this is shit, and I realize that. It's also very dark and sullen, which are not themes I usually touch on. I just feel like experimenting. :)

Drinking.

I take another gulp
and realize that my glass is empty.
I stand up
slump into the kitchen
and fill it again.
I sit back down
and stare
at the empty white before me
then I realize
that my glass is empty
again.

You Crashed Into Clouds.

You crashed into clouds,
the fluffy white sheets of my bed,
and I watched
stormy passion
spit and crackle in your eyes.

It was heat,
that drew me in,
made my own tornadoes
sputter and give way
to something
that only feels right
with you.

And now I watch clouds
being whisked around
by blue skies and
the ground blurs and disappears
beneath me.

My heart beats feel so distant,
because I’ve gone
and left seven pounds of myself
in clouds
like piles of sheets,
all twined up with you.