" Love me without fear.
Trust me without wondering.
Love me without restrictions.
Want me without demand.
Accept me how I am. "
Quote / Quote of the day
Friday, February 5, 2010
Enhancing Your Writing Style
So you've been writing for a while now. You've started to develop your own style and now you want to move forward with it. But how? What do you do now? What are some ways you can help to enhance the writing style that you've spent so much precious time developing?
Over time I think you naturally get better. Reading other people's writing and comparing different styles are good ways to get ideas and to better enhance your own. Your personality and experience, own likes and dislikes, reading choices and basic life decisions all play a large role in the direction your writing is headed in.
I found a great list of basic style rules by Ginnie Wiehardt that you may also find useful.
Happy writing :)
Gossip / Tips
Gossip / Tips
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Quote of The Day - 4
" When the power of love conquers the love of power,
the World will know Peace. "
Quote / Quote of the day
Chuckie T.
The All-Star, conceived in 1917. A clean break into the basketball shoe market by Converse and Chuck T.
You would later branch away from them and into a typical fashion trend, put to death several times only to rise again. My thin, flat footed friend, you certainly haven't changed much since then.
You're now immortal in the eyes of the fashionable beholder. As some may not know you, they are only ignorant of your history and long-time rule.
You are Mulatto, a mixture of black and white. A standard that is plain and uncomplicated by nature. But extremely famous, seemingly built upon what I think is greater:
Affordability and adoration of the young consumer.
A true thing of the past for the baby-boomers. Inherently ours, young fashionistas of the new age. No longer fascinated by only blacks and grays.
A generation of loud individuality and personality.
A design so elementary, a white tee and stone-wash jeans can completely run away with your simplicity. As if there's no better place to be than here with Chuckie T.
Poem / Prose / Writing / Fashion
You would later branch away from them and into a typical fashion trend, put to death several times only to rise again. My thin, flat footed friend, you certainly haven't changed much since then.
You're now immortal in the eyes of the fashionable beholder. As some may not know you, they are only ignorant of your history and long-time rule.
You are Mulatto, a mixture of black and white. A standard that is plain and uncomplicated by nature. But extremely famous, seemingly built upon what I think is greater:
Affordability and adoration of the young consumer.
A true thing of the past for the baby-boomers. Inherently ours, young fashionistas of the new age. No longer fascinated by only blacks and grays.A generation of loud individuality and personality.
A design so elementary, a white tee and stone-wash jeans can completely run away with your simplicity. As if there's no better place to be than here with Chuckie T.
Poem / Prose / Writing / Fashion
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Quote of The Day - 3
If you are alone, I'll be your shadow
If you want to cry, I'll be your shoulder
If you need to be happy, I'll be your smile
But anytime you need a friend, I'll just be me
Quote / Quote of the day
8 Great Tips for Writing Dialog
Since the basic theme of this blog is about writing, no particular style or way of writing, but for people who generally love to do it, I figured I would forward some great tips on to you that I found to be rather useful.That is, if you find dialog writing interesting.
I was searching Google about some of the different styles of writing just to try to get a better understanding on some things. I came across a nice blog by Ginny Wiehardt which offers 8 great tips for writing Dialog.
According to Ginny,
Good dialog advances the story and fleshes out the characters while providing a break from straight exposition. Though it takes time to develop an ear for dialog, knowing these simple rules and avoiding obvious pitfalls makes a huge difference...
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Check out her blog for the 8 Top Tips for Writing Dialog.
Happy Writing :)
Gossip / Tips
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Writer's Block
Arrgh! This stupid writers block. What is it anyway? It can't be a wall 'cause if it was, i'd grab the paint cans and create something huge!! No, it can't be that...
I don't know. Im wrecking my brain over this today. I'm starting to realize that the more I think of what I want to write about, the more lost I feel. Maybe that's the great thing about writing? I don't have to actually think about what I want to write about. It really just...comes out.
Like my last post about Photography. I took a ride through a few of my favorite places, one being the area of downtown Silver Spring, Maryland, and I was surrounded by nothing but art. Just everywhere. And just so we're on the same page, I have this thing about graffiti. I am in love with it, ok? Anyway, I had no choice but to write about what I saw. My brain made me do it. I had no beginning and no destination, but it worked out for me.
So i'm sitting here now doing exactly what I know I shouldn't do: thinking about what to write today. Ahh well, it will hit me soon, I guess. We'll see what I come up with :)
Picture by Will Koffel
Gossip
I don't know. Im wrecking my brain over this today. I'm starting to realize that the more I think of what I want to write about, the more lost I feel. Maybe that's the great thing about writing? I don't have to actually think about what I want to write about. It really just...comes out.
Like my last post about Photography. I took a ride through a few of my favorite places, one being the area of downtown Silver Spring, Maryland, and I was surrounded by nothing but art. Just everywhere. And just so we're on the same page, I have this thing about graffiti. I am in love with it, ok? Anyway, I had no choice but to write about what I saw. My brain made me do it. I had no beginning and no destination, but it worked out for me.
So i'm sitting here now doing exactly what I know I shouldn't do: thinking about what to write today. Ahh well, it will hit me soon, I guess. We'll see what I come up with :)
Picture by Will Koffel
Gossip
Quote of The Day - 2
" Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself. "
Quote / Quote of the day
Monday, February 1, 2010
Photography
Oh, how I love to take the grand tour. So much so, I don't take two trains but four. Feet firmly on the floor for two hours or more. Free-loading a fast ride past traffic, I snap a few and the electrons flash like magic. Another memory.
On my way through Silver Spring, mesmerized by the walls and various things; covered in graffiti, all arful and dreamy ♥ In these winding alleys, a photographers fancy, lies the home to an astute artist as the dreamer once dreamed of his release. High on the walls, deep in the belly of the beast.
I look at the wall art as a raw expression. I fantasize of harsh, piddling repression of my city's youth and their artform. The streets and everything in between took this wall and made it mean what artists dream. A name, a place, a thing, a face. A prismatic depiction of pure chaos and havoc. I snap one and the electrons flash like magic. Another memory.
I should head back now as I'm packed full of insight and inspiration. A few hours after my adventurous nature took me on a ride through downtown Silver Spring. Seeking refuge under a taggers wing, I snapped a few quick memories and let them be.
Let them bask in their brilliant biographies, and I in mine.
Me and my photography.
Prose / Photography / Art
On my way through Silver Spring, mesmerized by the walls and various things; covered in graffiti, all arful and dreamy ♥ In these winding alleys, a photographers fancy, lies the home to an astute artist as the dreamer once dreamed of his release. High on the walls, deep in the belly of the beast.
I look at the wall art as a raw expression. I fantasize of harsh, piddling repression of my city's youth and their artform. The streets and everything in between took this wall and made it mean what artists dream. A name, a place, a thing, a face. A prismatic depiction of pure chaos and havoc. I snap one and the electrons flash like magic. Another memory.
I should head back now as I'm packed full of insight and inspiration. A few hours after my adventurous nature took me on a ride through downtown Silver Spring. Seeking refuge under a taggers wing, I snapped a few quick memories and let them be.
Let them bask in their brilliant biographies, and I in mine.
Me and my photography.
Prose / Photography / Art
Typography to me:
Typography to me is like poetry. An author takes words and letters and arranges them to ultimately create what they believe is art.
To define quickly what typography is for those who aren't yet hip to this particular style, it is the art and technique of arranging type, type design, and modifying type glyphs. Type glyphs are created and modified using a variety of illustration techniques. [more] ...
To define quickly what typography is for those who aren't yet hip to this particular style, it is the art and technique of arranging type, type design, and modifying type glyphs. Type glyphs are created and modified using a variety of illustration techniques. [more] ...
Me personally, I love the originality of it all. It seems to be a great art form that allows artists to go wild with creativity and personality using words and letters. A dash of Prose poetry with the modernity of digital art.
Some good examples of Typography lie below:
I simply wanted to bring to light another art form that I adore greatly and respect in a major way. For without writing, this blog and all others would simply not exist.
:)
Art / Gossip / Style / Typography
Always writing about you...
Natasha Virginia. When I met her, she was wrapped in this pretty, Godiva chocolate skin. She looked good enough to eat, but I promised I wouldn't bite. I feel like I know who she is already. I've seen her somewhere before. Shopping, maybe? Walking, dreaming? I just can't put my finger on it...
I just met her and I can already be myself. I can talk, be, look and do me, myself. How comfortable. My very first impression was just wow, she is profound. A pretty, well defined, super woman-like thing she was. She has a huge aura which is fantastically bright and white. Thank God for shades...
We talk a lot on the phone because I've never gotten bored. Her narrative is mysteriously hypnotic beside an extremely calm, soothing speaking voice. Needless to say, Virginia would put me to sleep at night. In a sense, she was my very own Nyquil brand cough medicine. I get sick now on purpose. I take it every night with absolutely no fight. And so she usually does most of the talking...
Many of her existential stories scream of personal experience. Equally dividing between happiness and misfortune, she tells tales of life, much of which could fill a thick book. Interesting and adventurous they are. Full of substance and gossip. I can't wait 'till she finally publishes it. I'll be the first in line for a copy.
She can relate to many of my problems and even suggest ways that I might solve them. I like that.
I guess with her there's no ending.
She is so, so interesting...
I miss her.
Now I want to kiss her.
Prose / Friendship / Love
I just met her and I can already be myself. I can talk, be, look and do me, myself. How comfortable. My very first impression was just wow, she is profound. A pretty, well defined, super woman-like thing she was. She has a huge aura which is fantastically bright and white. Thank God for shades...
We talk a lot on the phone because I've never gotten bored. Her narrative is mysteriously hypnotic beside an extremely calm, soothing speaking voice. Needless to say, Virginia would put me to sleep at night. In a sense, she was my very own Nyquil brand cough medicine. I get sick now on purpose. I take it every night with absolutely no fight. And so she usually does most of the talking...Many of her existential stories scream of personal experience. Equally dividing between happiness and misfortune, she tells tales of life, much of which could fill a thick book. Interesting and adventurous they are. Full of substance and gossip. I can't wait 'till she finally publishes it. I'll be the first in line for a copy.
She can relate to many of my problems and even suggest ways that I might solve them. I like that.
I guess with her there's no ending.
She is so, so interesting...
I miss her.
Now I want to kiss her.
Prose / Friendship / Love
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Adding some new material.....
Ok, so I was sitting here thinking today. It's Sunday, by the way...
I have a lot of people and places that inspire me and a lot of writings that I find motivational and inspirational, of course. But I wanted a way to start sharing some of that on my blog.
I'm going to start slowly by adding daily quotes to the blog. Now, up 'till this point, anything that has been posted has been my work. Starting tomorrow, Feb. 1, 2010, I will begin to post other material along with my work. However, any work posted by me that is not of my own will be credited with a link to the original artist, should this be possible.
I will start posting daily quotes that I think are good and great and that I feel inspire me.
Happy writing.
News / Gossip
I have a lot of people and places that inspire me and a lot of writings that I find motivational and inspirational, of course. But I wanted a way to start sharing some of that on my blog.
I'm going to start slowly by adding daily quotes to the blog. Now, up 'till this point, anything that has been posted has been my work. Starting tomorrow, Feb. 1, 2010, I will begin to post other material along with my work. However, any work posted by me that is not of my own will be credited with a link to the original artist, should this be possible.
I will start posting daily quotes that I think are good and great and that I feel inspire me.
Happy writing.
News / Gossip
The Red Line
The tension is thick and the pain is real
as I sing the Red line blues.
Death is upon us until we pass by
the place where 9 people died.
Beautiful, June innocence in the purest sense.
You took them in a blink of your eyes, you stupid Red line.
7 months past and I can still hear the roll call
At this point, its always hard to think within Metro's claws.
I can see the image of your train colliding with time;
and time won.
How rude it is! It never even mentioned the likes of your son!
Such a beast it is.
It waits for no one and takes no prisoners.
All we can hope is that you're somewhere beautiful.
From there, my friend Nikki lives and will grow old.
And I will never forget your last ride on the Metro.
Poem / Tragedy / Death
as I sing the Red line blues.
Death is upon us until we pass by
the place where 9 people died.
Beautiful, June innocence in the purest sense.
You took them in a blink of your eyes, you stupid Red line.
7 months past and I can still hear the roll call
At this point, its always hard to think within Metro's claws.
I can see the image of your train colliding with time;
and time won.
How rude it is! It never even mentioned the likes of your son!
Such a beast it is.
It waits for no one and takes no prisoners.
All we can hope is that you're somewhere beautiful.
From there, my friend Nikki lives and will grow old.
And I will never forget your last ride on the Metro.
Poem / Tragedy / Death
Adoption
Beauty and the beast
This is a modern remastering and digital reprint of a classic.
In the hopeful eyes of a child, a product of adoption.
A newcomer to life, rather unwillingly and innocently. As a young, horribly unable couple race to find a suitable family. This ultra-heavy feeling weighs a ton on our shoulders as parents. How I could ever consider adoption as apparant; a way out, not for we, but she. The baby.
As we fight fierce finances and battle acute personality conflicts and regretfulness, stupid debt and crazy deception. It shows us examples of youthful ignorance and parental apprenticeship.
Enter - adoption.
But still never escaping the total consequence, because now it resides in my conscious.
Our unstable, unflatterig residence. In lunar time we are light years away from a capable hospice. Life laughs at us regularly...
My new daughter, too ignorant to the world to see any issues involving materiality and maturity. But to me this whole idea is a nightmare. I'm sure to be punished for the ultimate wrong in my coming cessation. A life ending separation. Dissolution of man, woman and innocent. All the while hoping our child remembers this, the love.
Grow up to understand this was for no other reason but to secure your future, your life.
To be brilliant and bright
Forever in your endeavors,
We both love you.
Poem / Children / Sadness
This is a modern remastering and digital reprint of a classic.
In the hopeful eyes of a child, a product of adoption.
A newcomer to life, rather unwillingly and innocently. As a young, horribly unable couple race to find a suitable family. This ultra-heavy feeling weighs a ton on our shoulders as parents. How I could ever consider adoption as apparant; a way out, not for we, but she. The baby.
As we fight fierce finances and battle acute personality conflicts and regretfulness, stupid debt and crazy deception. It shows us examples of youthful ignorance and parental apprenticeship.
Enter - adoption.
But still never escaping the total consequence, because now it resides in my conscious.
Our unstable, unflatterig residence. In lunar time we are light years away from a capable hospice. Life laughs at us regularly...
My new daughter, too ignorant to the world to see any issues involving materiality and maturity. But to me this whole idea is a nightmare. I'm sure to be punished for the ultimate wrong in my coming cessation. A life ending separation. Dissolution of man, woman and innocent. All the while hoping our child remembers this, the love.
Grow up to understand this was for no other reason but to secure your future, your life.
To be brilliant and bright
Forever in your endeavors,
We both love you.
Poem / Children / Sadness
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
My Clock With No Hands
I have a clock with no hands.
It hangs on my wall and so my time is infinite.
You can never take it away from me.
You must be insane; this is complete insanity.
I have total control.
I can even do a hand stand with one finger on one hand
In front of my clock with no hands.
But I digress.
I am an old man inside but I am only 25.
Even still, my soul I cannot hide.
If it's old then it's old, I cannot lie.
They say I have a good 50 years left, me being a young man.
But the way I see it, I have a clock with no hands.
Your end is inevitable, says Reality.
But my clock says i'm supreme in actuality.
And so I know I have total control.
I can even fly through this traffic jam
For my clock with no hands
And BAM!
Reality Strikes.
R.I.P. ignorance.
Poem / Life / Misc
Monday, January 25, 2010
The Great Battle
Let's begin by thinking about animals in an impoverished section of the inner city of Washington, D.C.:
The fat cats
The rats
Who do you think will win this battle?
The rats, as they are too slick and fast for the fat ol' cats.
Now let's associate this question with people in an impoverished section of the inner city of Washington, D.C.:
The fat cats
The rats
Who do you think wins this battle?
The rats because the fat cats are nowhere to be found.
Prose / Thinking / Rich / Poor
The fat cats
The rats
Who do you think will win this battle?
The rats, as they are too slick and fast for the fat ol' cats.
Now let's associate this question with people in an impoverished section of the inner city of Washington, D.C.:
The fat cats
The rats
Who do you think wins this battle?
The rats because the fat cats are nowhere to be found.
Prose / Thinking / Rich / Poor
It's On Again
Sadness returns to envelop the great spirit in us.
Attitudes decline as our reasoning turns to dust.
It hides within us, too scared to fight.
Unknowingly affecting our will for life.
But what an amazing thing it is, this spirit.
For one day it shall rise again for all to hear it.
With a voice as loud as the light of the Sun,
My sadness retreats under the heat of a gun.
Only to return if given the right opportunity.
But I will be ready next time, for this battle is not new to me.
Poem / Sadness / Spirit
Poem / Sadness / Spirit
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Weekly TPS Challenge Entry: The Trapper
My entry in the Weekly TPS Challenge @ The Poetry Sanctuary.
The subject was Carpe diem.
A whole new a.m., an ambitious day begins.
For him, a new birth from yesterday's fruition.
Today may he be influential in his endeavors;
In the same, supreme way our oceans influence the weather.
The appeal of a man that would choose now over when-ever.
Who will do what he has to to conquer the day;
uninhibited and brave.
He will never let it escape,
for his job is to capture today.
Poem / Contest / Carpe diem
For him, a new birth from yesterday's fruition.
Today may he be influential in his endeavors;
In the same, supreme way our oceans influence the weather.
The appeal of a man that would choose now over when-ever.
Who will do what he has to to conquer the day;
uninhibited and brave.
He will never let it escape,
for his job is to capture today.
Poem / Contest / Carpe diem
Saturday, January 23, 2010
A Poem for My Unborn
I love you and you're not even here yet.
But you will be in June, so i'll see you soon.
I don't know your name, I don't know your sex.
But I love the suprise, that part is the best.
I can't wait to see you and I promise I won't leave you.
I don't know my father, so a father I will be to you.
You have changed my life and only for the good.
You put me in a nice place, way away from the neighborhood.
You make me work harder than I normally would.
Because I want you to have everything I wish I could.
And if there's anything I can do for you once you arrive.
Just know that I am here to provide unto my demise.
For you I live and I die.
And please forgive me if I cry.
I love you.
Poem / Children
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Life > Tragedy
Lately, the news has been increasingly sad and horrific. However, sad news at times can denote tragedy. So it remains a necessary evil.
I mean, should we turn our heads in denial and act as if we live segregated from danger, from life? Our biological clock is forever ticking until it stops; sometimes abruptly. Are you ready?
I think the sooner we accept life as consisting equally of the positive and negative, the sooner we can begin to cope with tragedy.
But how?
How does someone learn to smile again after being engulfed in poverty, haunted by torture or even surrounded by death?
It's something you must live, I think.
The world is large and is far from perfect. You must take someone else's misfortune, their story; soak it in, learn with it and grow from it. Accept it for what it is and live opposite from it, because safety is not guaranteed in life.
It is not so much which cards you are dealt, but how you play those cards. Take what you have in hand and make the best of it. We cannot predict the future but we can definately plan for it.
Smile and try to be happy in life, as it is not promised tomorrow.
Aim for the stars, for there's none too high.
Prose / News / Motivation
Prose / News / Motivation
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Lady Friend
Paradise to me is just us
To me is all trust
No clouds, only open sky
Relaxing with this lady friend of mine
Paradise on the furthest of islands
The furthest of time zones
Illimitable, forever, timeless
Leaving the rest behind
To be lax with this lady friend of mine
Paradise is to sip a little wine
Just enough to stimulate our minds
As we, together, climb and climb
We reach the highest climax in life
A paradise so special, most can't even climb that high
Let's descend together in union
Lay together, heart beats in unison
A paradise with only good dreams in mind
About this wonderful lady friend of mine
Like a blue ocean over white sand
The right girl with the right man
Hand in hand, infinitely in time
Marriage now would be complete paradise
Please say yes, lady friend of mine
Poem / Love / Marriage
To me is all trust
No clouds, only open sky
Relaxing with this lady friend of mine
Paradise on the furthest of islands
The furthest of time zones
Illimitable, forever, timeless
Leaving the rest behind
To be lax with this lady friend of mine
Paradise is to sip a little wine
Just enough to stimulate our minds
As we, together, climb and climb
We reach the highest climax in life
A paradise so special, most can't even climb that high
Let's descend together in union
Lay together, heart beats in unison
A paradise with only good dreams in mind
About this wonderful lady friend of mine
Like a blue ocean over white sand
The right girl with the right man
Hand in hand, infinitely in time
Marriage now would be complete paradise
Please say yes, lady friend of mine
Poem / Love / Marriage
Your Eyes
For now I say goodbye blue sky.
As evening approaches, the sun sets and dissapears in your eyes.
The reflection eternal.
No beauty dare escape your grip.
I can feel my whole world inside your lips.
You should kiss me again.
Dare push me away, I shall return,
to the place I once earned your love.
Never to leave again.
Because life is most beautiful in the arms of my best friend.
For Natasha
Poem / Friendship / Lovers
As evening approaches, the sun sets and dissapears in your eyes.
The reflection eternal.
No beauty dare escape your grip.
I can feel my whole world inside your lips.
You should kiss me again.
Dare push me away, I shall return,
to the place I once earned your love.
Never to leave again.
Because life is most beautiful in the arms of my best friend.
For Natasha
Poem / Friendship / Lovers
A Woman
I have a woman.
She helps me smile; she helps me frown.
She helps me smile; she helps me frown.
She remains my queen, my equal.
In life and in my dreams of non-fiction reality.
May she bear my child now, for she is my style, my type.
Not as artificial but as natural light is her smile just as bright.
Always cool and relaxed as if she was chilled on ice.
Still calm and just as nice as she could be.
True to me, she looks, walks and talks beautifully.
I know I love her, my woman.
No one above her.
For you, Miss Natasha.
Poem / Hope / Life
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