The Key

December 2, 2014 at 1:32 am (Poetry) (, , , , , )

Constantly trapped

between the multitude and the desire,

the hope to be the spark,

the fire –

The great catalyst of an age.

But still one with the flow,

an ink drop on a page

blacked out by scribblings,

jottings,

drawings –

Everything that was,

is,

may yet be.

Paralyzed by apprehenison –

An obsidonal tension

that my everything is nothing

and my something’s just that.

My every contribution

to the world of self-expression

may only be a splotch,

a blot,

a drop –

but at least my something is just that.

Something.

Anything.

My spark in the fire.

My scribble on the page.

The key to my cage.

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Creators of Worlds

April 26, 2010 at 3:03 pm (Poetry) (, , , )

Authors, you creators of worlds:

William Shakespeare; playwright of love, war, comedy, and tragedy.

Sir Walter Scott; author of knights, archers, and chivalry.

Jane Austen; lonely lover of romantic unlikelihood.

Oscar Wilde; decadent, Hedonist, misunderstood.

Edgar Allan Poe; troubled author, poet of lost, lovely faces.

Douglas Adams; holistic genius of strange cases.

H.G. Wells; leader in fantastic, futuristic imagining.

Ayn Rand; objectivist, atheist, architect of capitalist adventuring.

J.R.R. Tolkien; innovative weaver of the world of humans and hobbits.

Neil Gaiman; spinner of unique tales and sometimes magical misfits.

George Orwell; political satirist, down and out.

Authors, you creators of worlds,

Inspiration, ideas, and doubt.

***This is a poem that I wrote for a class. It is very close to my heart though because it talks about all the things I love about my favorite authors, as well as giving voice to my doubts about my own writing skills.

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