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What do you think? Good or no?

]]> ~ashellessmind http://ashellessmind.deviantart.com/journal/25646118/ http://ashellessmind.deviantart.com/journal/25646118/ Tue, 30 Jun 2009 08:13:26 PDT
As yet untitled, here is a half-finished poem about prayer, which may actually be two quarter-finished poems, and which may or may not even be worth finishing.

Untitled

God, I never pray.
I try so hard not to pray,
and curse when my hands clasp at close of day.

Then, when I kneel,
I try so hard not to feel
As whispers are ripped off my lips like an orange peel.

Still, a tangible transcendence hovers over my clay shell
covering me in honey bees that plummet into my body,
and hum within my pierced organs until my lungs yell
that they’ve swollen like tomatoes, until I burst with piety.


Then there is this song, which, despite sounding wonderful, I really can't figure out where to go with.

Grace Song

I once stood scared
At the foot of an infinite mountain
Under-prepared
Under a height I could not place.
Then I was repaired
By the hand which had moved me there
And which had once scarred me:
an infinite grace.

And now I try to climb
Up these cliffs as sharp as knives
But as I crawl forward I slide
Back and these actions form my life.
Still I will try
To reach a mountaintop sunrise.


And there is, actually, another Slam poem in progress. Problem is, the second verse is much better than the first, and, it basically drops off in the middle of the third verse, which is where I got stuck.


A Baptism

Let's not talk
let's just walk down to the water
where we might question why we wonder
when, now that the silver lines along the walkways,
which descend into creation’s color
and place a rainbow glaze around our days
have been torn away, each day looks just like every other.
Such that our many routines rob us of meaning
And we can only wonder why we bother.
For isn’t life just another blunder
where we've been pressed into the blender
by the fingertips of God
who is now flipping the switch on.

Though now the river’s rippling waves have begun to shimmer.
The sun's rays gaze in through the ether;
it’s beams gleam upon this once darkened stream,
this once murky water
and now my soul will burst with wonder.
Each rung among the many that compose
The step-ladder to my spine—they shiver, they shiver.
And now I take back all my blather
And bow before God’s glorious splendor.
We walk along the water here;
God shines down light to drive out fear.

Or at least so it appears,
but can this feeling heal the sears
that have singed into my sides and eyes
and burned my body’s faith blind?


So yeah, hopefully some of these will be popping up as bright new deviations soon, and completed. Usually I am good with endings, though, and I am having a LOT of trouble with these. Well, we'll see what happens.


EDIT:
I did come up with an ending (and a title) for the first one. Its now called Compulsion. I will come back to it tonight and probably upload it some time tomorrow.

]]> ~ashellessmind http://ashellessmind.deviantart.com/journal/25312428/ http://ashellessmind.deviantart.com/journal/25312428/ Sun, 14 Jun 2009 15:52:06 PDT
Just curious.

]]> ~ashellessmind http://ashellessmind.deviantart.com/journal/24317513/ http://ashellessmind.deviantart.com/journal/24317513/ Sun, 19 Apr 2009 00:08:11 PDT
They run about 2,500 to 5,000 words. IE: 7-15 pages on a word file. Let me know.

]]> ~ashellessmind http://ashellessmind.deviantart.com/journal/21814744/ http://ashellessmind.deviantart.com/journal/21814744/ Thu, 04 Dec 2008 12:12:03 PST
I am interested to see what people on here have been writing. But I don't see what the point in going around and reading deviations at random, when I could run into something that doesn't represent the best of a person's work.

If you would like, put what you think is your best deviation on this journal and in the next few weeks I will read it and give what response I can.

]]> ~ashellessmind http://ashellessmind.deviantart.com/journal/16192977/ http://ashellessmind.deviantart.com/journal/16192977/ Mon, 31 Dec 2007 20:29:59 PST
]]> ~ashellessmind http://ashellessmind.deviantart.com/journal/15778906/ http://ashellessmind.deviantart.com/journal/15778906/ Mon, 03 Dec 2007 12:28:05 PST now it will be
winter for a spell
until spring springs.
Then, after a splinter
of some summer
things will fall
into hell.

]]> ~ashellessmind http://ashellessmind.deviantart.com/journal/15746898/ http://ashellessmind.deviantart.com/journal/15746898/ Sat, 01 Dec 2007 09:25:46 PST
]]> ~ashellessmind http://ashellessmind.deviantart.com/journal/15521134/ http://ashellessmind.deviantart.com/journal/15521134/ Thu, 15 Nov 2007 13:53:44 PST
I'm not making any promises. I mean I might not like your work. I might just ignore you. But I'll at least check it out and as I would like to be watching a few more people I may watch you.

So speak up. Lets hear it. Whats worth reading in your gallery if I haven't already read it?

]]> ~ashellessmind http://ashellessmind.deviantart.com/journal/15448108/ http://ashellessmind.deviantart.com/journal/15448108/ Sat, 10 Nov 2007 11:24:17 PST
I'll write a story soon. I've gotten good at arguing.
I'm majoring in English and Philosophy
but I love economics
and International development
I've stopped spending my money.
I've stopped eating meat, milk and eggs.
I've started trying to explain to people how foolish it is
that they say "Christ died for me that I might live." and revere him.
When every single day, people die across the world so that we might live the way we do.

I've stopped covering myself in grey things.
Some day, I think, I will get shot like Gandhi. (Like Abraham Lincoln, Like JFK, like MLK, like Socrates, like Lennon, like Malcom X, Like Christ, like Thich Quang Duc, like Arndt Pekurinen, like saint paul, saint peter, saint John, saint James, like a saint.)

Socrates is my hero, and I want nothing more than to live as he did.

So if a day like that has to come, it will be a bad one for everyone but me.

]]> ~ashellessmind http://ashellessmind.deviantart.com/journal/14036150/ http://ashellessmind.deviantart.com/journal/14036150/ Sun, 05 Aug 2007 23:05:52 PDT
TEXAS all the way to MICHEGAN. Its beautiful just to think about how many chances I'll have to fuck up, and how I somehow know that I can avoid them all.

Somewhere I stopped writing, and I'm going to do my best now to put an end to that. I've been playing games with my time, thinking less than I should and not in appropriate settings. I want to put an end to that too.

I've gone far... FAR... too long without writing a god damn word of what I've thought, what I've felt.

I wrote an ENTIRE song in my head and forgot every word because I was too afraid to pen it down, to type it out. And there have been periods of such blandness inside my mind. I am afraid I've been quite unlike myself.

The ideas that once moved me are coming back, but I don't think they're quite ready yet. SOOO... Right now, I am piecing together little scraps of original thought. Little bumble bees that are yet to buzz, and eventually I'll be able to submit a real deviation: For now, Here is one thought.

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"When I first spoke to death, she told me "only three girls ever really meant a thing to you, son, and you only loved one of them. Loving her meant you'd be a freak from the start, and you knew it. You didn't even try." Death subtracted our ages and gave me the total, saying "you're sick", and so I laughed at her.

Then on my laughter a new wind came. I turned my head and spoke again to life. I spoke to life and then life spoke to me, for the first time in ages. When she finally replied, her words rang vaguely of a pouring water I've always known. I knew then that I'd once more found purity.

She said "There Is No Ugliness."

There is only you."

]]> ~ashellessmind