Mortal – Poem

Written out of sudden inspiration by a song via Video Game Soundtracks on AOL Radio.  XD
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Mortal

The wind is wisping
The sea is shining
The moon is showing
Everything but me

The leaves are falling
The trees are dying
The colds are chilling
Everything but me

My eyes are seeing
My ears are hearing
My hands are feeling
Everything but me

The world is turning
The time is coming
The night is claiming
Everything
And me

Thoughts on Writing

Writer’s block.  I’ve had it probably for a good 5+ years now, and it annoys me more and more every day that I lack the ability to think of anything to write about.  Even though I was young and naive when I first started writing crazily back in fifth grade, at least I had ideas, as cliche as they were.  Now I can’t even think of ideas, and the only things I can think of I scrap within minutes because they seem to be too cliche.  I am extremely jealous of one of my friends who has the ability to think of backstories for anything and everything (danbeestoh i want your skillz D:).

I know how to write in theory.  I know how I want to write.  Going about writing sites/blogs, reading guides on how to create good and uncliche characters, worlds, plots, etc.

I know I can write too.  Note I said I can write.  I did not say I can write well.  I realize that I’m far from being able to write well, as it will take years of experiencing writing and life in general to become a good writer who can hold her own in the world of literature.  Anyway, I know I can write.  School essays I’ve always written at the very very last minute (aka most of the time written on the morning of the day it’s due).  I do this due to part procrastination and also part because my best work comes out when I absolutely -need- to finish it.  I tend to write better when I’m pressed for time because then I spend less time worrying over every little sentence and just go with the flow of my mind.  I know it’s good to edit, but sometimes if I spend too much time worrying about editing, I end up worrying too much, and all of the sudden nothing seems good anymore, which results in me scrapping what I’ve written.  That’s happened a lot when I’ve attempted to overcome my writer’s block.

I haven’t found the spark yet, but I’m really hoping I will soon because I really miss the times when I was young and would just write, dream, and imagine for hours upon end.