Second Chances and Fairy Tales, True Loves Will

I’ve struggled with this all week which is surprising considering the amount of poetry and prose about love present on my personal blog.

At the end of the day, I write about ultimately giving true love a second chance.

It seems awfully romantic to me and I’m a romantic at heart.

The idea that two people can come back together when it’s real … well it just hits like an arrow to the heart huh? (ha-ha-ha).

Truthfully, I’m also awfully jaded. Would I love for second chances to be reality? Absolutely. But life rarely works out in cinematic proportions.

Rather we trudge through burdened by our fears, expectations, beliefs about reality and reality of our beliefs. Those fairy tale endings never end up happening, no matter how much we will them to leap from our dreams into every day life.

I would love to write a poem for you all about true love and fairy tales or about fairy tales that fall apart but that would make reality all that much more real.

For now I prefer to deal in fantasy. I know reality will be waiting for me.

So, this week I leave you with this piece which was originally published on my blog in Nov. 2017

I Can’t Keep Count

I can’t keep count
Of the moments
That have passed me by.
Each one sinking in like a hammer
To the heart,
Cracking the spirit,
Threatening to tear the soul.
It’s a mystery to me
Why I am pulled so.
Moments in time,
Easily forgotten.
But I can’t keep count
Of the dreams I have
Or the nights I lie awake
When I feel that stirring,
Churning and rising,
From the places I strained
To hide it.
I can’t keep count
Of the mysteries
You inspire in me;
Of the memories
You awaken in me,
Like ancient spirits
Springing forth,
Speaking a language
Cryptic and romantic.
Mostly I just can’t keep count
Of the moments
I wish you were here
With me.

 

Wonder

Poetry: Love 101

So, I wanted to write some poetry about love but, I’m in a place where I’m just not feeling it. I can write about the memory of love, the feeling of it when it’s brand new and exciting; I can write about the pain when it’s over but where I’ve been lately is surviving without it. I believe in love. I believe that you can have a love of your life. I believe you can have other loves that can be meaningful but never quite meet up to that love of your life love. I believe in second chances to find that love. I believe in being faithful with the one you’re with. The song lyrics, “If you can’t be with the one you love, honey, love the one you’re with,” speak more to me than just catchy words to a beat.

So, here is an attempt at a poem about making the best with what you have. I hope you enjoy it:

Heaven in your eyes…

forever’s a lovely disguise,

right now is all we have,

more than a one night stand,

but less than a lifetime,

hope for more would be a crime,

to who we both are,

and all our scars,

our dark pasts,

those memories last,

longer than our story may,

but at least we have one to say,

we may not have a happy ever after,

but maybe it can end with laughter,

instead of tears this time,

falling from hazel eyes,

I love but not you,

it’s real but not true,

it’s the best I can give,

in this life that I live,

I know you feel the same

and honestly there’s no shame,

to hold on for now,

and make it work somehow,

if only for a little while,

during our exile

from happier days…

at least there’s a heaven’s in your gaze…

I didn’t have a preconceived idea of where this was going. The words went where they went. Rhyming takes time and thought. You may find some helpful websites or apps that assist you with finding words that rhyme. It’s a process. Sometimes it takes you in different directions than you’re willing to go and you have to rewrite. Just keep writing. Keep trudging through it. Happy writing!

© 2018 Grabbety Covens

Photo Credits:

  • Akanjee Photography
  • Jude Stewart
  • Keng Po Leung

You

You’ve got all what I want,

I lost everything looking for you,

My heart still wanders in search,

But only you can give what I desire.

What you did was not good,

Though we shared the magic; I was again the looser,

But in that loss; I outshine, Everything you have.

‘Cause depth of love you can’t take,

No one in the world can love you the way I do,

For me the way to love you; is madness,

No other way I understand.

At the end of the day you will know, love!

And I pray you’ll turn fully to me,

Then I will sing sweet nothings ,

As love will conquer all oddities.

Till then I am waiting with my heart missing beats now and then.

This week’s theme…love poem. Mine I wrote a few weeks ago when was bit hurt and wanted to tell him everything I felt at the moment but had no courage to speak..so wrote a poetry and still have no courage to share it with him. But hope someday it happens.

Blogging Etiquette 101

Blogging etiquette — A Pint-Sized life

 

Good Evening, My Friends.

I know you see the title and think “Who the hell is she to teach us blogging etiquette?”   Well, the truth of the matter, I’m just like anyone of you.

As you may have noticed here this past week, the TPIB was going over the do’s and don’ts of blogging etiquette as well as how to compliment etc…  Personally, I make it a point to appreciate another’s blogging entry because they put the time and effort into their entry and/or craft.  If you read something that you enjoyed or felt moved by, or… a piece that intrigued you; instead of just hitting the (Like Button), tell that person you enjoyed, were moved and/or intrigued.  (Like) is great, but a compliment makes that person’s day.  Don’t you like them?

Who doesn’t enjoy hearing a compliment about what they poured their blood, sweat, and tears into?  (Okay, not that drastic I’m sure).  🙂

Now, say you come across something that you didn’t like or you disagreed with?

  • Move on and ignore
  • Be polite, and use the blog as an open forum for discussion
  • NEVER, never, ever… be vulgar and rude.  There is no reason for that.

I know of someone who was ripped to shreds over a “Personal” book review.  There is absolutely no reason on this planet to use vulgarity, and treat the person like crap.  NONE!

Another point I wanted to bring up was this…  I “Personally” would appreciate if someone told me their “Honest” opinion on something I wrote, because they may be able to help me down the road to improve my writing technique and/or style.  We are here to better ourselves at our craft.  Be polite about it, and not say “Hey, your piece sucked.”  That’s not exactly being polite.  Constructive criticism will help your fellow blogger.  If they don’t want it…  End of discussion.

Check out other bloggers by searching them out.  I love meeting new people from all over the world and reading short stories, poems, poetry, topics of interest.  It’s fun, and you may also learn new writing techniques and styles yourself.

I hope you gained a little bit of constructive advice from the piece I’ve just written.  If you haven’t, please let me know.  I just request you be gentle with me.  LOL! 🙂

Beckie

 

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Reading and Commenting

I read a good number of posts from other bloggers that I respect and admire as authors/writers. I also take time to visit new writers’ blogs. If I read a post that captivates me enough to read it to the end, I like it. If I read one and I feel its dripping with passion from every letter of every word, I comment. Sometimes I reblog the post. Why?

Writers/bloggers take time and effort to pour into their craft. When the results of that effort are phenomenal I am compelled to express my appreciation of their written works. If the author consistently writes pieces that speak to me over and over, I follow that writer. Some of my favorite writers and I have wonderful conversations through comments left on posts. It’s a wonderful way to make a network of colleagues to support one another in the journey of blogging.

I have refrained from leaving negative comments, especially on new writers’ posts. Some have published some rather atrocious posts but…I have as well. It’s the growing process. I’ve reached a place in my growth where I can handle negative comments. I remember the first piece I’d ever written was in fifth grade, for a class project. I was ecstatic about my story of pirates that I had written on my own. It was for a free write in English class. I’d never been more proud of anything in my entire (and young) life. My teacher eviscerated it. Recommended that I see a counselor; the experience lead me to abandon writing for many years. I wish now that I had kept that paper. I would frame it. Instead, I was so devastated by it, it never made it home. At ten years old I made a decision never to write again because of a negative critique from an ‘educator’ who thought it prudent to rip a child’s work apart because it contained references to alcohol, violence, and sexual assault…hello…it’s pirates. Did they not attack ships, drink rum, raid, rape, and pillage? Maybe the teacher expected more of a G-rated Muppets Treasure Island but he got a PG-13/R rated version of Black Sails. I started reading very early and my mother took me and my brother to the library at least once a week. We read a lot of books on many different topics.

What I’m taking forever to say is, just because something you read isn’t necessarily to your liking or expectations, unless specifically asked for an in depth critique, comments/suggestions for improvement should really be limited to grammatical areas. If you like it, say so; if you don’t like it, don’t hit the like option. If you feel you need to comment your dislike for the post, write an email, or have a private communication with the writer/blogger. Common courtesy isn’t too common anymore. ‘Being real’ with someone is often just being an asshole to hurt someone to feel powerful or better about one’s self.

All that being said, writers need to develop a tough skin. Take the negative comments in stride with the good. If the comment has merit, make the appropriate changes. If not, never let it sway you from continuing to perfect your craft. Keep writing, keep writing, keep writing.

© 2018 Grabbety Covens

Maybe I Should’ve Been A Musician

This week we’ve been tasked with writing about a book, or the book, that inspired us to write.

I’ve read books that I came away from with “oh my god if I could write like that!” Maybe I even sat down and tried to imitate their style of story telling for a minute.

But when I tried to think of a book that inspired me to write or one that inspires me to write … I don’t have one.

Writing is something I’ve done since I was little, practically since I learned how to write.

I remember studying my childhood books to learn the direction they opened so I could staple my copy paper books together the right way.

I remember reading the back summaries of stories and working to craft my own. In my mind those things made my little copy paper books into legitimate things of fiction.

I had to illustrate them too. I wasn’t good at drawing but I gave it my best shot.

Eventually I gave up on illustrations and stuck to painting the pictures with words.

When I think of words that inspire me to write though I almost never go to lines in books.

Don’t get me wrong, there are amazing passages in books and maybe this means I don’t read enough …

On Friday, when I realized I needed to get on writing this, I racked my mind, “words that inspire you then, what are they?”

I was sitting in traffic on the interstate when, as if answering invisible questions, this line played over my car stereo:

Like the moment when the brakes lock and you slide towards the big truck you stretch the frozen moments with your fear.

It’s not an inspiring line, some may even say it’s not even a particularly good one, but set to the typical Floydesqe soundscape it strikes something in me every time I hear it.

Similarly, I doubt I could ever really choose a favorite song but if I had to decide on a top however many list “Hey You” would be solidly on it.

The entire song lyrically hits me every time I hear it.

I can’t think of a book that inspired me to write but I can pull lyrics from my brain all day long.

Another line that has been with me since high school comes from a now defunct rock band. This line has followed me from being scrawled in a notebook, to being a myspace tagline, to being on my facebook page. It’s still on my facebook page albeit I doubt anyone remembers there’s a “quotes” section with that kind of stuff in it anymore.

Proven in theory your heart can be lost by the brain.

There’s just something about song lyrics, they manage to grab you however subtly and plant an image into your mind with limited space and time.

Our attention span isn’t what we like to imagine it is.

We’re so used to life grabbing us forcefully with bright colors, loud noises and quickly moving in-your-face images. We miss the small moments that are worth just as much of our attention.

That may be why I can’t think of a book for inspiration.

Maybe this is why I can never seem to finish writing anything longer than a short story.

Maybe I should’ve been a musician instead.

The Book That Inspired Me To Write: We Were Liars

All writers have that one book that moves them to the point where they find themselves prompted to write like the author. It may not be their favourite book, it may be flawed, or even a failure, yet there is something within its covers that connects with us and provides that latent writer within us the spark of life. For me, that book was We Were Liars by E. Lockhart/ Emily Jenkins.

Ever since this book was published, it had garnered rave reviews both from readers as well as critics. I’d been wanting to read it for some time but always got put off by its YA tag. I used to think – YA is for kids. I’ll invest my time in a ‘deeper’ book.

This book not only changed my perception about YA but also proved to me that even teenager mysteries can be deeply moving when they’re handled cleverly. So when in the summer of 2016 I injured my knee badly enough that I had to spend most of my day horizontally, I finally picked it up. And I didn’t put it down till I had finished it… within a day. I’ve only done that with one other book – Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code, and Liars far surpassed the other, more technical story.  Continue reading “The Book That Inspired Me To Write: We Were Liars”

Turning Angel – inspiring novel

“Some stories must wait to be told.

Any writer worth his salt knows this. Sometimes you wait for events to percolate in your subconscious until a deeper truth emerges; other times you’re simply waiting for the principals to die. Sometimes it’s both.

This story is like that.

A man walks the straight and narrow all his life; he follows the rules, stays within the lines; then one day he makes a misstep. He crosses a line and sets in motion a chain of events that will take from him everything he has and damn him forever in the eyes of those he loves.

We all sense that invisible line of demarcation, like an unspoken challenge hanging in the air. And there is some wild thing in our natures that makes us want to cross it, that compels us with the silent insistence of evolutionary imperative to risk all for a glinting shadow. Most of us suppress that urge. Fear stops us more often than wisdom, as in most things. But some of us take that step. And in the taking, we start a path from which it is difficult and sometimes impossible to return.”

– Greg Iles, Turning Angel

These words hooked me and never let me go. I read every word of this book and every book Greg Iles has published. I have the hard cover copies. Even some signed editions.

His works inspire me to write from different perspectives, points of views, genders, genres, with genuine effort, and a strong desire to produce quality material.

I’d love nothing more than to share everything that happens in this novel but I despise when someone takes the mystery and suspense away from something unknown to me. Yes, introduce me to what inspires, and drives you but let me search for that passion as well.

So here is an introduction: Penn Cage is a lawyer in Natchez, Mississippi. (He is Greg Ile’s protagonist in a number of his novels.) Written in first person point of view, Turning Angel follows a childhood friend of Penn Cage, Drew Elliot, a local physician whose life is turned upside down. A fabulous novel that keeps you guessing from cover to cover.

Because of this novel, and the others in the Penn Cage series, my dream of finishing and publishing similar novels was awakened. I have two different novels based on this style of writing and genre in the works, with ideas for more, as well. Now I just have to do it. Find the drive and determination to follow them through. Perhaps another re-read will be just what the doctor ordered…

© 2018 Grabbety Covens

Depression

I am sorry i was not able to post last week and this Monday too, but the problem is I am not on facebook so i dont get to know the theme. But goingthrough fellow bloggers posts I thought to shar3 with toi all this small piece of mine I once wrote on another page, hope you all approve it.

Night is here and am ready to sleep

but my pillow is not ready to weep

Everyday it wipes away my tears

But every night I have my fears

I struggle each day to smile

Sometimes it seems forever, for a while

The agony doesn’t ends here

each new moment is a wear and tear

Inside I fight a constant war

But again love is my only hope I am living for.

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