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Writing Revisited January 15, 2013

Filed under: Writing — sultryminxzoe @ 6:52 pm

My mother would tell you I have been writing poetry and short stories from the time I learned how to write. Like many writers, I have aspirations of writing a novel and who knows, perhaps one day I will. At one time, I wrote with wild abandon. I would sit at my computer, place my fingers on the keys and the story unfolded before me. I may have started with a basic idea of a plot point. For the most part, however, I found as much delight in discovering where the story would lead as strangers did while reading.

These days, I write about video games, web series and all thing geek on my website, Good To Be A Geek. While I enjoy the topics and even a more formal tone in the writing I do for the site, I have been thinking more and more about revisiting my authorial past. You can see by my most recent posts, I have started already.

If you would like to comment, feel free to do so…or don’t. Truth be told, I am posting these musing more for the exercise of doing than for public consumption. That being said, constructive criticism is always appreciated ­čÖé

 

My Mind’s Eye

Filed under: Writing — sultryminxzoe @ 6:46 pm
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Dark and cold,
I yearn to be touched,
yearn for your loving embrace.

Sleep comes hard for me in this strange place.
In the end, it does come and my mind is pulled
in so many directions.
Fragmented and fuzzy, broken images haunt me.

I see you there, in the corner of my mind.
I run to you.
The more I want you, the farther away you are.
Will we ever be together?

I long for you.
You are safe and reassuring,
I need that now more than ever.
I call out to you.
Why can’t you hear me?

This is my torment. . .
In my mind, I exist.
In your reality, I do not.

 

Penned 01/07/2002

 

Unrequited

Filed under: Writing — sultryminxzoe @ 12:02 am
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They say unrequited love is for fools.┬áHaving been there before, I can tell you it’s true.

You said you wanted me, said you needed me,┬ásaid you’d never put anyone else above me.

Like a girl with big puppy dog eyes, I fell hard – hard for your lies.

I gave you my hand, I gave you my heart. I gave you the rest of me when the lights went dark.

Before I met you, I knew who I was.

I was strong; now, I’m just another naive girl strung along.

The worst of it is I blame myself. I let you think you could leave me on the shelf.

“It’s better to have loved and lost,” that’s a phrase reserved for the loved.

How do I reconcile that with my heart you should have treated with kid gloves?

Fallen on the floor – beaten, battered and bruised, it’s starting to feel like I always lose.