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Another Poem About Love

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There will always be more to be said and learned about love…Here is just my latest (short) poem…

Love is no flower

Afraid of the cold

Love will not wither

Neither grow old

 

Love is not frail

Love is not weak

Love is a heart hale

With quiet feet

– Icon courtesy of Iconizon

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Titles ????

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It’s so hard to come up with a good title when I’m starting a story! I always want one that’s inspiring and summarizes what it will be about. But sometimes I’m not sure what my story is about! So I wanted to ask a few questions.
How have you, fellow writers, come up with your title(s)? How many times have you changed it/them? What do you look for in a title (whether it’s your work or someone elses)? Any thoughts?

Mediocre???

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It is Memorial Day weekend and I am doing something untraditional. Cleaning my room. Yep yep. And, well, as most any time while picking up and through my sleeping quarters, I stumbled across some writings.

Thus I read instead of clean.

And the question is…why do I write? My work sucks! It is so full of flaws, you should have seen my face, wrinkled with disdain, snarling at those pages. I soooooo needed a red pen. The work would have been bloody with ink!

Honestly, I know why I write. I simply love it and can’t stop. But what do you do when all you can see is the mediocrity of your work?

My own self-criticism is killing my inspiration like Round-Up…Help?

Currently…

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Ok, I’m back to blogging, having gotten over the hacker scare – yeah, that’s why you haven’t been hearing from me. The internet is dangerous, kiddies, lions, tigers, and bears…oh, my! and oh well…Fixed the prob. Danger has passed. There is no dragon – or lion or tiger or…you get the idea, heheh

Anyway, I am watching Mansfield Park! Yay! The one with Johnny Lee Miller, James Purefoy, and Alessandro Nivola – yeah, that GOOD one! lol. Today was a good day – a normal day, filled with the emotional fluxations, fear, happiness, and arguments that any twenty year old should enjoy. Thank God. So, hopefully, I will find some inspiration for REDBRIAR…or maybe something new. I feel the need for new. Bear with me please.

Hope you are all doing well. June! I’m so excited for you! Steph, I need to read your stuff! I’ve been sacrificing good lit for lesser pursuits, aka. money. Bleh. ‘Nough said.

As a final note: Regret is the enemy of Dreams…Dream on beautiful…

<3,
Aranel

Assassin’s Appasionato

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This is a fanfiction story that I simply wanted to share. Based on Bourne Identity, it really is one of my favorite pieces of writing and right now I am considering something (secret something) – while I work on Redbriar – so, if any of my followers will take the time and tell me what you think about it…anything about it… I surely will appreciate it. 

Copyrighted to me. Please don’t distribute without permission.

Assassin’s Appasionato

Grey sunlight, typical of London, poured through a white curtained window into a plush, upper class, parlor, spilling over a dark piano poised in front of it. More

PS. Redbriar…I know where I want to take it, the dark corners at least, however, I’m at the front door and can’t seem to get from the rug to the hall and get into those dark corners…does any one understand that???…anywho, I’m struggling. It’s there and I’m hoping to stumble upon it. The point of me saying this is to let all of you know, especially June, that it is not abandoned – I am working on it! In a vague, irritating kind of way, but, hey, that’s my style…apparently…lol…It’s late. Goodnight and love to you all.

pps. josh groban is my soul food!

– Sarah

…Emotions

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I feel really sad. Right now i want to cry, and it’s not because everything is going wrong, or that i can’t write, or work sucked – none of those things are true. I’m sad because I think i just fell out of love with my very first love.

I think I just realized I was in love with someone who never existed in this person. I feel like I’ve been in love with a fairy tale – or worse, just some figment of my imagination.

It all started with a dream last night. And ended with an old photograph. Long story short…hammer on a glass egg.

It’s hard to feel this way. It’s hard especially since he won’t understand. It’s hard because he won’t care – because I won’t tell him. It will just end.

Maybe i was just in love with the idea of being in love? That makes me angry – at myself. But is that such a bad thing? Love is patient. Love is kind. Love is never arrogant, and does not find fault with malice…it goes something like that…Is it wrong to want a lil more love and patience, kindness, humbleness, and acceptance in our lives?

No. It’s not.

But I don’t wanna be just another person in love with L.O.V.E. 

Sigh. Maybe I’m just full of estrogen. That would make me feel better…;) lol…hey, it already did…

But seriously…any thoughts? Overall, i would like to know what love really feels like before I die. Not so that I can kiss, have marriage, have sex (not that they HAVE to be in that order – i’m only human…), and have kids…but because love is the ultimate state of living. At least, that’s what I think it is. The bible says that God is Love. And there’s a saying that cleanliness is next to Godliness…so if we scrub behind our ears, shouldn’t we want to love? I wanna be as close to a goddess as I can! Hahaha…I know, such deep thoughts riddled with such ridiculousness…It’s a part of my sarcasm aka. recovery process, and is probably rather warped. But I don’t care, idc, I’m feeling the mood and just letting it come out of my fingertips…

moment of thought that can’t be written. wow.

Ok, ok. Fingertips shutting up in 5,4,3,2,1…

Work was actually good. Life is good. I just feel like I’m mourning something that never really was. :( I’ll sort it out, or I’ll just pull a Scarlett and figure it out after I finish my fafsa, essays, and committee applications :) Yep. “Tomorrow is another day!” = priceless. 

With hope… :)

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