Ripe and red
The inside ready for tasting
Penetrating the inside with mouth, teeth, tongue,
juices overflowing from the fruit.
So innocent and harmless yet so dark on the inside,
red with desire.
Once tasted, so hard to return to the light.
Finding it’s sweetness that you never thought it would have,
yet so glad to remain in its dark red recesses
and succumb to the unearthly joy of the nether world
that belongs to the pomegranate.
Very inspiring and motivating to me. this piece right here.
Visual images have always inspired me to write. Today I share some images that should help us get through the end of our NaBloPoMo and Team Pepper challenges (Yes, I am tired too!):
(Image Credit: Classroom Collective)
NOW LETS GET BACK TO WRITING!!
Tomorrow is another day. Stay smiling and keep writing!
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Piles of folded clothing,
topped off with discarded “maybes” and “uh-uhs”.
One after another; blazers, slacks, dresses,
saving themselves from wrinkles for those Occasions.
Paired side by side with their mates
Cause every needs the right shoes for her different walks in life.
Underwear scattered, scant pieces of clothing
worn on parts that should be heavily protected.
Shirts categorized by how often and when used,
the ones with the most wear in the front.
Para of different colors and designs but all branding the same sorority,
neatly categorized and placed in its own drawer away from the Non-Greeks.
The world of clothing that is, the perfect description of me and my world
Sorry to have been absent for so long, I have had so many other projects that I haven’t gotten the time or patience to post. I am considering putting up the play that I worked on and finished for my creative writing class but for now I’ll stick to this poem that we had to write for the class. I am trying my hand in this genre that I am not most comfortable with. Let me know what you think and/or critics on word choice and lines would be most helpful.
The instinct feelings, crushed.
A feeling of overstepping the boundaries & rules
she wasn’t accustomed to, that never bound her.
Now confined to a space unfamiliar to her.
Self-reproach creeping along her insides
like a stranger robbing an innocent.
That rose colored glass with its own cracks, shattered.
Starting to overthink, overcomplicate.
Casting a shadow of over the sun of a smile.
Plating armor all around.
Erecting a wall, impenetrable, no top to see over.
Running away from it all so hard and fast
that the distance couldn’t be greater, safer
and be confined to her own rules & boundaries.
Words, looks, tones, just one moment is all it takes, everytime.
For one moment she is up and then down in
I always need help editing, definitely one who needs, grammar/editing for dummies.
Don’t Over Edit… Pt. 2 ~
One of the easiest things to do in anticipation of your first edit is to research. Research what? Writing “Best Practices” from online blogs (like this one) and Writers Magazines who show you how you can improve the impact of your plot, the resilience of your characters, the strengths of your scenes, and so much more.
Trying too many new ideas at this stage of the game is more likely to confuse both you and your beta readers (when they get their hands on draft two).
But you need to edit – so how do you when enough is enough?
I say, read all the editing help magazines and sites you can BUT make a list of the most poignant tips… that’s poignant to you and your work. And that’s the biggest difference. You need to be able to critically look at what…
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