My Heart Is Your Home

I can taste the pain right on your tongue,

And for just a moment, my heart feels numb.

I know you’re afraid, but I shan’t hide,

For a moment in time can change the tide.

I’ll take the heat if it means you’ll smile,

Only for you, I’ll walk that mile.

Even though the journey is far,

I’ll always guide you, wherever you are.

Know just this; you are not alone,

And tell yourself this; my heart is your home.

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Reflection

I see my eyes as young as they’ve ever been,

Just as the day when I came into this world.

I wasn’t rich, but I could breathe,

Sometimes that’s enough to keep you going.

I never had a mother’s love, nor a life blessed with grace,

But I had riches worth more than gold, I had people worth knowing.

Sit by my, close to the river bank,

Take a look at our reflection.

Take a moment to feel the air,

And remember what’s worth living for.

A Bitter Coating

There’s a gentle calling that feels so natural,

But in the dimming embers lays a void of uncertainty.

A glimpse of a smile can send me into panic,

Yet a single moment can raise a thoughtless storm.

I could feel the smoke crawl across my skin,

Only to get burned as the light showed false hope.

The light was strong, promising, you could say,

But all things sweet have a bitter coating.

Writing Challenge

Ahead of NaNoWriMo, I’ve decided to create some practices that may help you push for that daunting 50,000 word mark.

At times, when I’m writing my novel, I struggle with specific events in which a character react in a certain way. I often find that the dialogue between multiple characters can merge into one, as though it were the same person speaking. Developing a thought process is key to a strong character that your reader can learn to adore (even if it’s an antagonist).

So, here’s a little challenge that can help you through:

I want you to write about your character in the process of dying. Now, I don’t want you to set the scene, or describe some event in which your character meets their final fullstop, no, I want you to simply writing about their thought process: what are they thinking? Who are they thinking of? Are they afraid, do they believe in an afterlife?

This method has helped me get the best out of my characters, as it encouraged me to understand how they would speak and react in different situations.

 

I hope this helps you, and I’d love to read what some of you wrote! (I’ll be happy to publish anyone’s work on my website if they wish).

Good luck for next month!Shield-Nano-Side-Blue-Brown-RGB-HiRes

Moonlight

I recall those moments when it was just you and I,

Hiding under the moonlight as our feet moved to the silence.

With your eyes on mine, and your feet slowly following,

I ignore the whispers of the unwanted gazers.

The sound of our footsteps make up for the lack of music,

Yet we both know we don’t need any.

The scratching gravel moves to our shoes,

As the moonlight covers our bodies.

That was your time, your glistening in the night,

That, was your moonlight.

A Blank Page

The purity of a heart can be corroded with rage,

When one gazes upon the wrong turn of a page.

The words written may be painful to see,

Perhaps that page was even written by me.

We all expect a dream to drift by soon,

It’s what we dwell on under the light of the moon.

The next page is yours, as it’s blank and new,

So remember this blessing, the free life that was gifted to you.