A Rogue Thing

This one is going to be a bit rough. Well, then again, when are they never?

I recently had a thought spiral; what is the point in living? The question isn’t regarding the thought of not seeing a point in living, but just a rogue ponder of why we are living. If we MUST earn a living in some form, solely to support ourselves and contribute to the forever failing government that rarely gives anything back, then what is the point?

Take a moment to question it. We go to school in order to develop our minds in order to gain the knowledge to eventually get a job, and once we get a job, we have must work until we are at an age where we are more than halfway through our lives (sometimes 3/4 through), and once we retire, we don’t have the time, nor the energy to do what we always wanted to do. And after that? Well, that’s where things become bleaker than ever.

For those lucky few who do the work they’d happily do for the rest of their lives – I’m happy for you. For the rest, I feel your pain. I get it, I truly do.

I’m only 21, so I probably haven’t reached the point in my life where I’m happy with what I’ve done, such as starting a family. Yet, there’s a darkening thought that resides within that lifestyle; yes, starting a family is probably one of the best things that could happen within your life, but it can easily be one of the worst after time. I’m not saying that it’s something to avoid, I’m simply stating that everything ends at some point, and once it does, despair and sorrow sinks in.

I’m happy to be alive. That’s one thing I’m sure of, but I’m not happy that my life will eventually come to an end. That’s the one thing I know I can never come to terms with, and I know I’m not alone. It’s natural to fear death, and the struggle I’ll forever face is finding a way to give my life a meaning, whether that be doing what I dream of doing, or allowing myself to smile knowing that I can make someone else smile, too.

 

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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.

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.