Tuesday, July 27, 2010

What makes a story?

I love short stories. I used to be able to write. I never wrote short stories though, I almost never had the ability to, without turning them into longer stories that I could never finish.
Now I have no motivation, or feel that I have no inspiration or creativity to write as I did. What do I have to write? My life has become so mundane, and honestly, quite pessimistic/passive that I don't give many things long thoughts anymore.
I never felt that I had the ability to write so well as to be published, or anything of the sort. I haven't finished reading a book in a long time either.
when I write, I don't want something cliche. Last time I wrote something, it was an 8 page letter about some psychotic girl who drove another psycho girl to suicide, went to her funeral, and bathed herself in the blood of the dead girl. Creepy I know. It wasn't even written that great.
I kind of miss being pulled into drama,because drama and dreams often gave me reason to write. I don't have the time or energy to anymore, nor many friends of mental worth to actually read with the expectation of them finishing reading or understanding it.
What makes a good story? Must I write or have I become too normal and plain? Too boring?

I feel like Sylvia Plath's story "The Wishing Box:

Sunday, July 18, 2010

My Dreams Were All Dead And Buried

My dreams are speaking too much to me about my subconscious fears.
Anyway, I got to see the baby and my family, I love them so much.
I'm so low on money it's crazy and depressing.
I hope to live a great fabulous life, but who knows, I just have to persevere.
I'm so tired.
I don't have time for poetry right now.
Goodnight.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

The Hollow

With the slightest
touch
You're ablaze
yet
There's nothing left in
the ocean

A rippled wave.


Reach out for a hand
Drawing back.
The exchange of words
Often slack.



From

nothing.
To

something.

Pulse and pressure
Take

these.

Off me.
Do I measure?


Something will always be missing
When it comes to this
Is it the lack of interaction
Maybe what's left
is


Significance.