I write because I need to. I write because if I don't, I get cranky and my head gets too jammed up with words and characters and events. But as anyone who writes novels can tell you, there comes a point when writing a few minutes here and a few minutes there doesn't cut it. Eventually you need a steady stream of blocks of time. Rather than not write at all, I am committing myself to 15 days of writing something, anything. Perhaps the posts will be excerpts or character developments or scenes from a yet unwritten novel or even something like below. I do not profess to be poetic despite the poem essence in my below words. They are thoughts strewn together in a rhythm I found soothing to write. I will not be editing or critiquing - just writing.
Into the dusky eve, I steer and write.
No sense of time or the lack of light.
Pull me down deeper, into that gorge,
So it is written - my allegiance is forged.
Trading my soul
For an inspired spark.
Professing my unawares,
Of the complete and utter dark.
The course I have taken,
Playing with the dead,
Enlightened for a moment,
Till' my hands are stained red.
There are no more words
Flowing from my pen.
As I wait for my judgment,
My life - it is condemned.
I'd pray for forgiveness,
But forgot how to kneel.
These crimson wounds,
Never will heal.
