The Little Girl's Gift

soft demure bra straps showing
misjudged but not surprised
believes in karma and pure luck
knowing destiny is what you make it
askew mind keeping what was taught
joyous laughter consistently real
outbursts of crazy
makes life
disturbed actions
derailed thoughts
from a cute slightly used effigy of she
a down pour of nothingness
floods the room
sitting cross legged in the middle of the floor
waiting to drown in the voices
well-wishes from passersby
thinking it's art
she knows
thoughts made still
what others' words enraged
putting on the slippers
she's got dancin' feet ready to move
be still young mind there's lots of thinking to do
they spoke in hopes that time stood still
ready to fight
she tied a bow in her hair
full of quick wit
holding back a sharp tongue
pretty packages of deception

Written 10/4/2007 by Tamara Edmond

I'm back

So I am seeing things in a different light, Not at all in any relation to the other posts. I wrote a poem today. It thought a little effort because all I wanted to do is take out a piece of paper and write. Typing takes something away from my writing but that is because I think much faster than I type. The poem is called The Little Girl's Gift and not quite ready for the world. I have sent it to the most biased person I know (my sister) to read it. We'll see what she has to say. So I was thinking. I should start another blog because I don't blog nearly enough or contribute to nearly enough blogs. I was thinking that this blog would be just for my writing.

Any thoughts??

Beverage Pairings

This one is pretty long but amusing:

http://mcsweeneys.net/2007/7/30stanek.html

Beth and Pam, read it, do it.

The Time 100

I have no clue when this article was release and frankly don't care to find out. I just want to share the list.

Time identifies their top 100 in five categories: artists and entertainers, leaders and revolutionaries, heroes and pioneers, scientists and thinkers,and builders and titans.

The Time 100

Oh so of the little stories are written by other people in those groups.

If you need a funny read

Well I think this is hilarious and I don't plan on seeing the Transformers movie.

http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2007/7/9weaver.html

The Napkin Fiction Project

I think this is so interesting and this is something that I should do for my writing group. Well Esquire decided to do a Napkin Fiction Project. They sent out 250 napkin to writers and hoped for the best. They have gotten over 100 responses. You can read what the works here.

I love this idea.

ted.

Can you compare John Mayer and Jack White?

Well here is an article that does.

http://www.calendarlive.com/music/la-et-guitars9jun09,0,2852411.story?coll=cl-home-more-channels

I am on my way to crazyville

I am becoming obsessed with writing. I use to think the goal was to get published and have one or two hundred people buy my book. I have changed my mind a little. I just want to complete something longer that 5 pages long.

I am thinking of buying some books about plot development and structure hoping that would help.

Losing it.

New Blog

Well a few months ago I had this idea for a writing group. I got a few participants and we have kind of met. Anyway I started a new blog so that we can do some sharing and stuff.

I already posted a link so I will do it again. http://awesomewritingfun.blogspot.com/

I am not quite sure if it will be private or not we will see.

ted.

Chapter 2

I was having a hard time trying to decide which piece of poetry I would share today. I have decided that today will be a two poem day.

This one is called Chapter 2 and was written February 9, 2001. I think I should say that sometimes I write poetry based on real life experiences and other times it is pure imagination. Anyway, here you go.

Time is passing
Life with you just isn't the same
I need a way out
I need to get away from the pain
The wind is whistling a song in my ear
As I walk down this deserted street
A song that is telling me the only way out is my feet
I went home that day and tried to pack my bags
But half way through I lost my nerve
So I unpacked my things and lay down to cry
I was hoping that one day you get tired of me and leave
But you seemed happier than ever
And my heart wouldn't let me cut our ties
This feeling churned within me for months on end
I demanded things from you that normal men wouldn't have did
My life was so unbearable I turned to gin
Because I was too weak to let failure win
Soon I realized that drinking wasn’t my thrill
And I notice that the only real life for me
Was in this pen
So I tried it again to pack my bags
This time I made it all the way to the end
Made it to the door just to open it and find you
Standing and staring as if you've been waiting for me to leave
I walked pass you out the door and you didn't dare try
To stop me I don't even think you cared
I walked out of a chapter of a life I'll call despair
I'm still not sure maybe it should be called confusion or fear

Untitled

This poem was written Febraury 9, 2001. I wrote a lot back then. Also never titled it. I must warn you this is one that rhymes because some times I have to.

Loud screams of dreams drowned out by devilish needs
Knowingly turning back to things with hellish seeds
Taking notice to jokers with relished greed
To find out that you are the proprietor of the hated deed

Looking death in the eye
While you try
To play spy
In the fiendish plan that isn’t sly

Not knowing when to quit
You think you’re bigger that it
Trying to show you can conquer it
When it’s only fear

Holding back the rain
That flows through your eyes as if the were panes
Trying to be the strong link in the chain
When you can’t hide the pain

Doing everything you can
To go through with this plan
Wanting to think you’re the man
But you will be the one who ran

Out Of Control

lost desperation
hidden by the fact that you are near
thinking it is nice knowing you
because good never stays here
wanting to pinch myself
this can't be real
a man like you only comes in dreams
needing you to be an illusion
craziness is something I don't fear
holding on tight
letting go and I'd be a fool
only god knows how I've made it this far
tonight the thought of leaving you seems irrational
but tomorrows another day
you have no intentions of leaving
but my heart keeps skipping a beat
and only I know I live and breathe for you
telling you how I feel would make me seem psychotic
something is telling me I won't see you again
life's not worth living if you're not around
I need a grip on reality
But I seem to be floating away
I'm out of control, out of control thinking of you


I don't know when I wrote this but I wouldn't be surprised if it is from '99 or '00.
Update: Just checked I wrote it June 10, 2001

ted

Super crazy writing

So I was thinking that I needed to add something to my blog. Something new. Well I got nothing. Nothing new at least. I was just looking at my web page and I have decided it needs some work. My new blog deal that's not new is my poetry. Therefore I will be posting my poetry, over time though. Just so you know, I have a rhyming issue.

The internet

Well it has been good to me today. Filled with wonderful story that make me smile. I didn't share them all but I will share this one. I mean the internet is all about discovery.

You are what you drink

Violent Works vs Violent Acts

Here is an article where novelist and columnist Stephen King weighs in on differentiating writing crazy shit vs. doing crazy shit.

http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20036014,00.html