Writing...

I want to write again.

That's all I simply want to do. I've the ideas, but the won't come out onto paper, or even the beautiful interface of Microsoft Office Word Starter 2010! I think I'm going to have to try and just sit over the next few days for maybe 30 minutes and try to type or write something.

However, I find it strange that I can't write about a character that I've been thinking and experimenting with for the last three years, but I can suddenly write two poems within a day (if even?) of each other. I never write poetry. I repeat: Never.

I'm the type of person that tries to explain everything. Give every little detail. It helps paint the pictures I see in my head in the reader's mind. It allows a film to play as they read it. That's what I aim for. It's also doesn't allow me to write poetry, I think. My poems usually end up twice as long as the average length of a poem. Then, it wouldn't look or even read like a poem either. It'd be more like a short story rather than a poem.

Right now, though, I seemingly can write somewhat alright poems.

I think, anyway, I'll try something tomorrow. Maybe even look up some old essay/short story titles from school and try to get my ideas out that way. I might see if I can post a past assignment I did for English as well. However, it may take a while, as I'll have to type it up from my old school copies.

I guess we'll see what happens! Hope you're all having a great day/night! :)

Thinking to myself.... Another Poem Comes A Knocking!

Time

Time. Ticks. By. Slowly.

Timeticksbyfast.

However,

It never does what you want,

When you want it to.

There's never enough hours in a day.

There's way too many hours in a day.

Time shortens itself to annoy us,

When there is something in need of doing.

It lengthens itself to agonise the wait,

The wait before a loved one arrives.

We try to beat time.

Time beats us.

No matter how fast we run,

No matter how much we watch the clock,

We cannot hurry enough to beat time.

We may get ahead,

But time will catch up with us.

Each and everyone one of us,

And our time will end,

To let another's begin.

A Little Poem I Just Wrote

Sometimes, it's just nice to be told,
Y'know? A heads up before something happens.
A warning.

However, it doesn't always come.
You're forgotten.
Left behind in the chaos.

You've no knowledge of what's happening.
Fend for yourself against the unknown,
Through the anger, the tears, the hurt.

You're left alone,
And you know it.
On purpose?

Of all the people,
You were the one lost in the woods,
Left to find your way home.

Will you find it?
Will they come back to save you?
Or will you stumble and fall, left forgotten in the undergrowth...?