Walk On - A Poem

The thunder rolls

Up in the black ghosts
Of clouds that died.
Silver threads of lightning
Tear the sky.
The angels cry,
Causing the rain to fall.
I'm nothing but
A lonely wanderer
Hopeless and helpless
But free.
I walk along the edge of night,
Chasing dreams around
The rim of the sky.
The wind is cold.
The shadows deep.
It means nothing to me.
Once it struck fear into me...
But now, no longer.
Restlessly pace through the wilds.
Sleep beneath the willows.
I cannot return to
The place from whence I came.
Not at all, for it is impossible.
If I return
Those memories and words
Will shatter my heart
And break my spirit
Once again.
Awake in the gray dawn,
And walk on, walk on.
I find myself on the beach
Moving through the ashen sand.
And I hear the piercing calls
From the distant shore.
I dread those banshee cries
More than anything I have ever known.
Stumble onwards, always wandering.
Trying to escape
That enemy which I cannot name.
Stagger, fall, cut hand on sharp stone.
Crimson stains the pale sand.
I stare blankly.
Stand up.
And walk on, walk on.
No rest.
If I rest, that enemy will catch me.
Walk on.
Walk on.

Forget You Forever - A Spoken-Word Poem

This is a spoken-word poem I wrote, regarding a... friend I used to have. Used to, anyway. I rather like it, painful and sad as it is. I'm a rather pessimistic person when it comes to writing poetry, as some of you may know.


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You still haunt me, after all these months. Everything reminds me of you; sometimes the silliest things call up memories of a friendship--so amazing it seemed like a fairy tale--that started once upon a time and ended in heartbreak. Every day I see something that makes me think of you. When I see a meerkat on TV, I think of our stories of meerkats flying in airplanes, and I can't help but give a sad smile. When I hear anyone mention Russia, I remember how passionate you were about that country, and something inside me dies a little. Things like robots, or video games like Halo or Black Ops... all of this and more calls up memories of you. Memories of how you said I mattered a lot to you; memories of how you said you would always be there for me, no matter what happened.

I cry each night for you, talking to you even though I know you cannot hear me, for you live thousands of miles away. I stare at the velvet night sky through a haze of tears, and I ask, "Do you think of me? Did you ever care, or was it all a lie?" You cannot answer. Even if I voiced these thoughts to you, you would not answer. It seems to be impossible for you to speak the truth about your feelings. You never trusted me. I don't blame you.

Why can I not forget you? You left me, without an explanation or even a farewell. You left me, but you still live on in my heart, and it's slowly killing me. I want to forget you, take this pain away from me. I do not want to spend my life thinking of you, wondering how you are doing, where you are in life, whether you are thinking of me. It hurts, it hurts. Please, just go away and leave this empty shell of who I used to be. Why? Why can I not forget? Why can I not forget you forever, until the sky falls and the world burns and we finally realize there is no such thing as 'happily ever after'?

Poisoned

Here's a poem for you all.




Poisoned
All those storybook lives
From when I was a little girl
Those 'once upon a time's
And those 'happily ever after's
Don't mean a thing
Now that I've grown up to be
Not so little anymore
'Cause as you get older
You realize that 'happily ever after' fails
And that you've been
Poisoned by these fairy tales
A kingdom's walls will someday fall
And evil often triumphs over good
Your dreams may never come true
No matter how much wishing on stars you do
And looming castles will someday crumble
Not every peasant girl becomes a lovely princess
Not every street boy becomes a valiant knight
Sometimes 'happily ever after' ends with death
And not all dragons can be beaten.

Songs Of Old

Well, I was so interested in my brainstorming activity earlier, I got an idea for a song from it. Granted, the song isn't very good--most of my songs aren't--but I'm rather happy with the overall product. I also hope to put it to music soon...someday...
Let me know what you think!

The drumbeats pulse in time with your heartbeats,
The melody of the flute gently urges you to compete,
The wandering tune of the lute shows you the way,
Let the songs of old show you the path to take.

CHORUS
I summon the Windsong,
Both gentle and strong,
I summon the Rainsong,
Giver and taker of life,
I summon the Thundersong,
One whose path is straight and right,
I summon the Earthsong,
Dark and hidden from all light.

Pound your stoic fists against the drum,
Let your fury free and let the storm come,
Send your gentle breath into the flute,
Let the music out, let it embrace you.

Fingers flying across the strings of the lute,
The leaves of the trees dance, let your foes follow suit,
Draw your hand across the strings of the harp,
Soft the melody is, but its effect is cruel and hard.

CHORUS
I summon the Windsong,
Both gentle and strong,
I summon the Rainsong,
Giver and taker of life,
I summon the Thundersong,
One whose path is straight and right,
I summon the Earthsong,
Dark and hidden from all light.

BRIDGE
Wind, Rain, Thunder, Earth...
Wind, Rain, Thunder, Earth...
Wind...Rain...Thunder...Earth.

Lately, I've been writing a ton of...

...poetry. Yep. I've written almost twenty different poems very recently. And I wrote a ton more before that.

I'm seriously considering compiling all of my poetry (and maybe my songs, which I've written about ten of...they take considerably more work than poems) into a book. Whether or not I'll actually self-publish it is a whole other thing entirely. Mostly because my poems and songs say a lot about me, my emotions, and my thoughts, and that's kind of a big thing for me.

So...anyway. If I do compile it all into a book, I might secretly let people read the book...without telling my mom...because if she read it she'd be all, "WHAT YOU THOUGHT THAT ABOUT THAT OTHER THING AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME HOW YOU FELT?" And I'd be all, "Uhh...at the time, you would have gotten angry and it's not really something I wanted you to know and so yeah."

Hmm...to compile or not to compile, that is the question.

"Twisted"

This is just a random poem I wrote a little while ago. It has absolutely no relation to me; it's just something I wrote out of my head while thinking about my fantasy trilogy. Maybe it will be an integral part of the fantasy novels, I don't know. Feedback is appreciated. ; )
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Twisted
"It's not going to happen," they say.
"Everything's fine; you'll be okay."
Maybe they're right, but I can't believe them.
These thoughts are so real; they can't see them.
I can. I can see all these things.
They're dragging me down.
Images of blood and sweat and tears,
Shadows flitting at the edges of reality.
Frozen in place, frozen with fear,
I'm alone, there's no one there.
Just me.
Just me and the dreams, me and the lonely.
Isn't it strange how,
a twisted mind can turn a twisted world,
into something even more terrible,
instead of something beautiful?
Something beautiful,
just like that twisted mind yearns for?

Camp NaNoWriMo Is Almost Here!

Camp NaNo is coming up soon, and I have no idea what I'm going to do for it.
My Screnzy quest rather failed. I was going to write a novel instead of a script; but then I stopped writing halfway through the month, waited a week, started writing my novel Celtic Secrets, and then I stopped writing for Screnzy altogether. I started editing The Night Phoenix instead.

So, hmm...what to do for Camp NaNo? I really want to do it, so I can finish two novels this year--one for Camp NaNo, one for NaNoWriMo, and perhaps one I work on all throughout the year.
Here are the novels I've come up with to choose for Camp NaNo. I'd appreciate it a lot if you'd tell me which one I should do!

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1) Celtic Secrets---Three Irish lads - Gareth Kelly, his brother Jesstin, and Gale Harkin - spend their free time exploring County Donegal, searching for crumbling ruins or exciting landscapes. One night, however, they go out against their parents' wishes and go explore an ancient castle they've found. Everything goes horribly wrong when they stumble through a portal and find themselves in the wonderful yet dangerous world of Faerie. The three lads begin their quest to return home to Ireland and close up the portal before creatures can escape onto Earth. But not everyone is who they seem in the magical world of Faerie...

2) Dreamscape---Riley and Derek have been best friends since childhood, all through their teenage years. Now, as adults, they don't speak with each other as often. Riley's in college; Derek is struggling to make a life for himself. They get together to catch up on old times one day, and are unexpectedly transported into an alternate reality/future; where the magical creatures and warriors of the past have taken control of Earth, and returned it to its former, mystical glory. This alternate reality is called Dreamscape, and it is a land in turmoil--there is no law, no order. Because of this, Riley and Derek are forced to do many quests for various creatures before they can get home. The question is, however...will they survive long enough to see 'home' ever again?

3) Ireland: The Banshee's Cry---Scott O'Brien, crewmate of the Ocean Raider, has always been fiercely protective of Claude DuPont, the fourteen-year-old cabin boy. So when Claude is kidnapped, Scott is furious and terrified all at once--even moreso when he finds out that the man to kidnap Claude is none other than Scott's arch-nemesis, Viper. So Scott and the rest of the Ocean Raider's crew head to Ireland (the country where Viper and Scott both grew up) to rescue Claude and defeat Viper once and for all.

4) Fiery Stars and Lone Hearts---A collection of poetry and songs I've written.

5) The Storychanger---Elijah Turner's home life is okay. He has a loving father who works at home (Elijah's mother ran off on adventures when he was a toddler), and although their apartment is quite messy at times, Elijah doesn't mind. He's a daydreamer, and, like his father, writes stories of his own. But at school, he's plagued by bullies, harsh teachers, and other common dangers on the streets of London. Every night he goes home, hides in his bedroom, and cries himself to sleep. One night, he unconsciously summons three characters from his stories--Harken, Sleet, and Niko. By summoning them, he opens a rift in between the Real World and the Dream World, allowing nightmarish creatures to stalk London. Now it's up to Elijah and his newfound friends to close the rift and save London.

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I have reasons for wanting to write each of those.
I'd like to write Celtic Secrets because I like the basic plot, and I love Ireland, which I've been reading about lately. Also, Celtic Secrets is one of the few stories of mine that has teenage characters, which would make it easier for me and my friends to film a short film about it (something I'd love to do).
I'd like to write Dreamscape because I love the plot idea, I admit it. Also, it's a standalone fantasy novel that I think could reach up to a good 300 pages or more, if I write with the best of my ability. Besides, I like the idea of our future actually being more like the past.
I'd like to write Ireland: The Banshee's Cry for several reasons. One reason is that it's one of the books in my pirate series, which I self-publish on Amazon through CreateSpace (I've only got one pirate novel on Amazon, currently. For more information, check out my "Novels" page.) Another reason is that I'm trying to earn up enough money to go to Ohio this October, and if I get it on Amazon before then, I might earn a little bit of money, at least.
I'd like to write Fiery Stars and Lone Hearts because...no reason, really. It's another book I'd put up on Amazon through CreateSpace, so I could get some money for it as well as display my poetry and song writing abilities (which, I admit, are meager; but I'm working at it).
I'd like to write Storychanger because I love the characters, I love the plot idea, and it's another one of my stories that has a teenage main character. I'm also fascinated by London, so yeah.

And there you have it! So which should I write for Camp NaNo? Please leave feedback!