I'm more of a poet than a story writer. And that sentence is a gross understatement. When I sit down to write a story, all I have are images in my mind. Like silent films. Abstract thought. And phrases. Concepts. Metaphors. And it's my responsibility to put it all together for it to make sense and for it to have an underlying extended metaphor. So different than when I write poetry.
Stories of only a few paragraphs take me hours and headaches and cups and cups of coffee and trays and trays of cigarettes while I can write five poems in half an hour if I really wanted to.
But the stories I've been writing lately are so much more than what's there. The Execution of Light from a Lamp. Just the title alone is symbolic. There is this one outlet in my kitchen. And in it is always plugged in the microwave and this useless lamp. The lamp doesn't put out much light but my mother always has it on. So when I go to do dishes or cook, I have to unplug the lamp and plug the stereo in. I want music, not light. It's an execution for the light. And the characters in the story represent people, loved ones... "lights" in the main character's life. I'd continue but you'd have to read it for yourself. =]
Stories of only a few paragraphs take me hours and headaches and cups and cups of coffee and trays and trays of cigarettes while I can write five poems in half an hour if I really wanted to.
But the stories I've been writing lately are so much more than what's there. The Execution of Light from a Lamp. Just the title alone is symbolic. There is this one outlet in my kitchen. And in it is always plugged in the microwave and this useless lamp. The lamp doesn't put out much light but my mother always has it on. So when I go to do dishes or cook, I have to unplug the lamp and plug the stereo in. I want music, not light. It's an execution for the light. And the characters in the story represent people, loved ones... "lights" in the main character's life. I'd continue but you'd have to read it for yourself. =]
- Last seen on Dec 21 8:14 AM 2008. Member since March 25, 2006.
- I am a girl from Indiana (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm playing bass and singing.
- I have 6 comments, 341 poems, 14 stories, 2 philosophies, 2 journals
My Stories
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All was still as the ghostly tones faded from the eerie hallway. Davis sat still, as though the air were made of thick sheets of parchment
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It was June, early June. School had let out a few weeks ago and my friends and I were looking forward to a few days out of town. The big ev
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She had been anorexic for years. There wasn't a time she could remember eating guiltlessly. She was also bulimic, for a little less time. It got to the point that the only time she could remember what chocolate ice-cream tast
My Poetry
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It sits in there, festering, going about all the necessary processes. The bits of flesh and vegetable plumage receive the proper vitriolic
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- Carrier Pigeons at allpoetry
If I could only write a note and
Tie to a pigeon, - A Window isn't all you need to Reflect at allpoetry
A cigarette in my heart -
I dream. - My Favourite Drug (Just Like Heaven) at allpoetry
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My journal entries
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I know that later today, a few minutes from now, or a day from now I will regret having written this. I will look at it and laugh at myself for ever having believed it. But full-bellied pipe-dream or no, I have to write it. 1 I always have these moments; these few seconds of a random day where all is peaceful aNovember 23, In Diary, Life, Love, My life, My own personal thoughts, Spur of the moment, Thoughts. 800 words. → Make first comment?
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Life... Sometimes when you think it's thrown everything at you that it possibly can, it grabs the kitchen sink and hurls it straight for your head. And in those five seconds of fight or flight moment, you gotta make the decision. Face what's coming, grab a hefty catchers mit and try your best to catch the sink andApril 17, In A moment, Baby, Diary, First person, Life, Love, My life, My own personal thoughts. 1,200 words. → 1 comment, Add one?
