I found my scribblings on my desk, just where I’d left them. The interrupted story, the words never told to anyone. And I want to get back into the flow, the wave that purges what’s in my soul on paper. Writing a journal will do that at times, help you pour your soul out on paper, face everything again, rethink, evaluate, draw your conclusions.

Some stories are meant to be told, others are just meant to be written on paper. Handwritten, to show your anger, pleasure, pain, excitement in the way your writing changes.

So, how have you been?

In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave

In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave

Im hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave

Im hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

That tortured soul is just looking for a way to channel out all that’s eating it alive, from the inside. And the song helps. This is what listening to The Frames – Seven day mile triggered in my mind…

Then today, at about noon, while walking by a school, I heard kids laughing and running, I saw the autumn leaves fallng off the tree branches, I could smell the new books and notebooks. I could remember how I felt, challanged to do more. I wanted out, out of the teenage label people had put on me. I wanted to be a grown up, I wanted to start living, I wanted the worries and the adventures.

Now I miss high-school. I miss secondary school. I miss the times when life was a lot less complicated. And as I said, walking by that schoo, I miss the view on the world I had back then. Full of hope and full of dreams. It some how got less colorful as the years passed.

And when we are happy…we can disregard so much! It’s not all perfect, some things could be improved, some calls would be better off not made, it’s not all exactly as we want it. But it’s generally want we need and want, what makes us sleep better, what keeps the monsters in our mind at bay for a while…

But the thing with the sad songs that you listen to smiling is one of the weirdest parts. Here’s for example one of my new favorites. And yes, I always smile.

The more frequent “yes” replies, the excitement for really boring chores, the increased strength, the will to try harder to make others happy. It’s all triggered by this feeling. Misery might love company, but so does happiness. It doesn’t just love it, it’s more like a virus, it needs to infect others as well.

It happens at every take off. And there are plenty of those throughout the day! But other than wanting to pack my things and go, I remember this specific song. It’s Snow Patrol, Chasing Cars. Well, planes in my case. And the need to just get moving is replaced by this acute desire to just lie down somewhere in my garden and chase planes in our heads, holding hands, saying nothing…

I don’t quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
They’re not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they’re all I can see

I don’t know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

To the man I love…

Crow Lyrics

Shelly’s Lyric

I’ve lived a thousand lifetimes to find a soul like yours
A soul so pure, a soul so brave
An angel who takes my breath away

I want to lie with you forever
My passion knows no bounds
I want to shield you from all evil
Protect this love we found

Love me with your spirit
Promise we’ll never part
We aren’t the same as others
We are forever lovers

Eric’s Lyric

I love your whispers
I love your screams
I love you in waking
I love you in dreams

I love you in turquoise
I love you in white
I love you in darkness
I love you in the light

I love you tomorrow
I love you today
I love you beyond what mortal words can say

I love you in fury
I love you in control
I love you in circles 7 times around my soul.

Luckily, I found them on a friend’s blog. And my friend’s question made me wonder for a while:

“I wonder if I have ever loved like that…With the intensity shown in the movie…Or does that only happen in movies?”

And now I can answer. I have, I do and I will! What about you?

New Forms

Poetry: A Little Lark from Write a Writing

Tanka: Pink Petal Bokeh Shimmer and a Tanka Experiment by Wonderwebby

I used to enjoy exploring writing this way but like many things, I forgot how much fun playing with words could be. Sharing a poem after so long makes me a little uneasy because like visual art, reading poetry can be subjective, and either really good or really, really bad. I know I will look back on this tanka and wish certain words away. But I’m happy to be posting it anyway, because I had fun writing it

Haiku: Possibility by Kathleen at Soul Sisters

I chose haiku because I was drawn to the security of the framework it provides while allowing one to explore how much can be said in a few simple syllables

Song lyrics: First time writing lyrics for a song, by Alexa at Alexa’s Lounge (anyone know who that is? )

Your challenge is one of the most inspiring I’ve seen in a while! I wrote song lyrics for it I loved playing with words and rhythm, and it’s definitely something I might try again. Hope you like it

A digital fairy tale: Your Heroine’s Journey (from yours truly)

Photo story: Writing Assignment – Tree Story by Sara at the Learning Connection

Then I sat staring at the blank screen and waited… and waited… and waited. When my fingers finally hit the keyboard, what evolved was something unique: a conversation between me and these five trees.

As my fingers flew across the keyboard, the trees developed names and personalities. What emerged is the following story. This is longer than most of my posts but that is something else that is different about this. Plus, I like to talk and evidently so do the trees.

Fairy tale Squidoo: Unlocking the Enchanted iPhone: a Fabulous Fun Fable from Barbara Ling

Science fiction: Something a Little Different from Jez Cope (e-Rambler)

It took me a week to work my way up to writing this, but finally I decided I’d better get on with it, so I set a timer for 15 minutes and just started writing. This is a great technique and I really ought to use it more often; I didn’t really know what would come out when I started, but just let it flow out.

Jez adds:

Perhaps I should add, also, that a glass of good single malt helped get the creative juices flowing nicely!

Storytelling with Metaphor: The Google Chrome Browser Diet by Brad Shorr at Word Sell

It was an attempt at storytelling, in the third person, using metaphors. Three stylistic elements I am uncomfortable with, seldom use, and have never combined in this way.

Photo, Fiction, Memoir Combined: Moment in Time: by Jan Scott

It has been enormously challenging. It has occupied my thoughts day and night. I have redrafted, totally rewritten, read online guidelines, and a couple of Alice Munro’s short stories. Talk about pulling teeth.

Whilst I have concerns about the rather cheesy ‘romantic’ feel, I am very pleased I’ve been able to do it.

Short Story: On the Strandline by Amy Palko

This is the first time I have ever posted a short story. On occasion I’ve posted small snippets of creative writing, but never a whole piece such as this. I’ve been experimenting a lot with creative writing almost in an effort to free my wings a little from the constrictions of academic prose. This story is one of those experiments, as I challenged myself to tell a story mostly through the use of dialogue. Whether I’ve been successful or not, I’ll leave it to you to decide. All I ask is that you be gentle – I’m sharing a part of myself here that I’ve not had the courage to do before.

New realms of subject matter

A Novice Guide to the Catholic Mass by Debbie Yost at Three Weddings

I try to avoid writing anything too controversial and as a result, I avoid the subjects of politics and religion. These are areas that create a lot of passion and opinions in others and can often lead to hurt feelings even between the closest of friends or family. I’ve thought of writing something like this for months, but avoided it since it breaks one of my cardinal blogging rules. I’m not sure Joanna will agree I’ve broken outside of my comfort zone, but I am nervous to see how this Handbook will be received by both my fellow Catholics and others.

A Life of Ordinary by Smoph at Musings and Mediations

Blog of Difference, by thebluestbutterfly

New Media

Technical writing, diagrams and doodles: Yogi Blogger by Davina at Shades of Crimson

Well, I can tell you that I started with a pretty negative mindset. It had been years since I’d drawn anything. I did a lot of mirror gazing to get the drawings right (and a lot of erasing). Once I got into it, the negative mindset faded away and it was just fun. This was a fantastic exercise for more than just my shoulders.

Sharing a painting: Painting My Way Into Possibility (yours truly again)

A book trailer: Book Trailer for Dream or Destiny by Lillie Ammann

Joanna’s challenge motivated me to create this basic video montage. Now I’m motivated to move beyond this to a better and more professional book trailer that I can post on video-sharing and book trailer Web sites.

Mobile blogging: Damien Riley goes mobile

I think it could be a fun new thing to do sometimes. Mission Impossible conquered

Cartoons: Scenes from Corporate Life from Claire Lynch at Good Copy Bad Copy

I got the idea for creating cartoons from fellow blogger, tweeter and cartoonist Brad Shorr. I never thought someone as artistically incompetent as I am could create cartoons until I learned that Brad collaborates with an artist to realise his ideas. The lesson? Writing’s often a solitary business, but interacting with others can inspire new ways of thinking.

Podcasting: Isabella Mori celebrates her 1000th blog post with possible dreams

a podcast was something that i had wanted to do for a long time but never go around to (that was a suggestion by raj, by the way). i needed to move out of my comfort zone for it – simply in terms of overcoming the procrastination of trying it for the first time; and also because i certainly don’t feel as comfortable speaking as i do writing.

Slideshow: A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words by Avril Beckford at the Invisible Mentor

I wanted to do a slideshow blog post but did not have a clue how and where to begin. I knew that I would have to figure it out someday, but kept putting it off. Have you ever done that?

See Joanna’s original roundup post here.

“When the talk is good and the feeling is easy and the laughter is light and the memories are many but the time is short, then you know you’re with a friend.”

Still true!

I thought you’d be out of my mind
And Id finally found a way to learn to live without you
I thought it was just a matter of time
Till I had a hundred reasons not to think about you

But its just not so
And after all this time, I still cant let go

Ive still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory, baby

Ive got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, baby

Ive tried everything that I can
To get my heart to forget you
But it just cant seem to

I guess its just no use
In every part of me
Is still a part of you

And Ive still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory, baby

Ive got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of her fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, baby

Ive still got your face
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart, oh baby

Something in your eyes keeps haunting me
Im trying to escape you
And I know there aint no way to
To chase you from my mind

Ive still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory baby

Ive got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, baby

Ive still got your face
Ive still got your face
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart