My process in writing & getting better at prose

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Living on the edge,

something coming next.

Never before seen footage,

new, unique, innovative.

Creative aspirations leaking out my ears,

Trying to write, all over the place.

Poems are the window of my soul.

Spitting out words like I don’t care.

Because why does it matter? The words are my own.

The words hang in the air, just out of reach.

I open my mouth to speak, gaping wide.

No sound comes out, something holds me back.

I need to tell her, she has to know.

Staring back at me, expecting me to speak.

Mouth closed now, I turn my back.

She will never know what I had in mind,

all I can think about now is the smell of her hair.

Her embrace, my chin on her head.

I rub my face into her hair, berry shampoo.

I nibble her ear and she shudders.

She flips back her hair, I’m kissing the neck.

Breathing gets louder, biting softly.

The embrace is tighter, completely still.

My face in her neck, not moving.

Locked in a motionless dance, connected at the heart.

In this moment there are no worries, thoughts of nothing.

Just the warmth of her chest, I draw my face back.

Her gaze pierces through my retinas, eyes locked.

The love of a thousand rivers flows from me to her.

A gaze that confirms a love I cannot hide, she is the one.

Leaning in, lips touch, eyes closed, soft skin,

not just connected by touch, something else is there.

A larger purpose, support, passion, lovers.

—————

Sitting on the edge,

feet dangling down.

A thousand foot cliff,

rocky outcrop below.

But it’s safe, I thrive.

A life full of possibilities,

I take the risk to achieve.

It’s never been done before,

The edge is where I belong.

Where I can be myself.

Dangers that most avoid,

For me it’s to be different.

In the end it pays off.

Passion surfaces,

This is my lifes work.

My work is my passion.

Never a nine,

Definitely not a five.

Flexibility,

in the drivers seat.

—————

It sits on my hard drive,

Never before seen footage.

A film in the making,

cut, edit, render, repeat.

Hours of work, ready to showcase.

Lights dim, the crowd chatters nervously.

The screen illuminates, music fades in.

Eyes spread wide, murmer spreads.

Pause before applause, astonishment. Then a loud cheer.

—————

She stares back at me. What are we doing?

Waiting for a response, I’m not talking.

The words hang in the air, just out of reach.

I open my mouth to speak, gaping wide.

No sound comes out, something holds me back.

I need to tell her, she has to know.

Staring back at me, expecting me to speak.

Mouth closed now, I turn my back.

She puts her hand on my shoulder,

I pull away, we both sit. No eye contact.

I expect her to talk.

Silence.

I hear her stand up,

she walks out the door.

I let her go.

————

Written words are a window into my soul.

Feelings expressed onto paper.

A poem of passion,

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Version 2:

Sitting on the edge,

feet dangling down.

A thousand foot cliff,

rocky outcrop below.

But it’s safe, I thrive.

A life full of possibilities,

It’s never been done before,

I take the risk to achieve.

The edge is where I belong.

Where I can be myself.

Dangers that most avoid,

For me, it’s to be different.

In the end, it pays off.

Passion surfaces,

This is my life’s work.

My work is my passion.

Never a nine or a five.

Flexible and in control.

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This is part of my process for writing, I felt inspired to try writing a poem or some sort of prose. At first it was scattered and I just typed my thoughts. Then each portion started to become it’s own piece. I sent it for feedback to a friend of mine who does writing for a living, she helped me get better. The above is my first iteration, trying to get better and taking in to account the great feedback from Mary Dela Torre. Someone introduced to me by my friend Jay. Who is my partner launching Vantage Magazine! Anyways a lot going on in my world, I AM going to start blogging more…eventually 😉

Have a great day out there. Remember to focus on the present.

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