I was asked why I was doing a blog if it didn’t deal with what I’m doing and that is writing. Why aren’t you talking or showing off some of what you write? So I decided since I want to be a comic book writer (or at least it’s my main focus right now) that I would put something up for everyone to see and hear me talk about it. That I did in a previous post.
Now it’s up to you!
Do you want to hear about my comic book writing or would you like to see a sample script or just other writing? Let me know in the comments below.
What do you want?
Tasked to write.
Tasked to read.
Tasked to bleed.
Tasked to see.
Tasked to be.
I for one have an issue.
With being tasked to do anything.
Yes you say I’m a writer, but
how can I write something I’m not ready for
what is meant by this is that I have word issue.
I cannot be clear and crisp like some.
I can’t be intriguing and creative like some.
I am just me being me.
And I for one know that I can be creative.
I just need to learn how to flow be more.
I just need to learn how not to be like you.
Tasks
Far behind in work oh work you’re not even to hard, yet you are. How can I make my time better? I sit here rocking in a rockingless chair. I sit here my neck in pain it can’t be popped. My sinus’ are all messed up this pill is useless. I don’t want to take another because I feel that I might sleep. OH, sleep last night you were elusive. Damn you, my body, I’m fat I feel like I’m not worthy to live, but I sit here thinking and working that if I wasn’t here. What would people be that I’ve impacted. Where would they be? Oh, silence I miss you; I want you, but only sleep is what I think about Oh will you let me be. Sleep.
Sleep
The weather has changed again, but the smell of this weather still lingers sugar beets from the mill. This change of weather always brings memories and images of the past. When family spent time together, and my youth was there and there was no care of the present. To think about the past is to dwell on something that cannot be changed but for life cannot be rearranged it can only be formed from the past, and the future can’t yet be seen. Therefore, I must look forward to making my present my future and my future yet to come. I hate the past for the mind wanders to better days it seems but isn’t today better? I mustn’t think too hard for I will not travel there in physical form but yet my mind shouldn’t forget. Ah, colors of the leaves change as the waves in a stream flowing beautifully down to the ground with the slight breeze. It’s warmer than normal and the birds are confused as with the flies, they buzz annoyingly in my ear. No sticky tape to trap them from landing on me. Time has been sent back, back one hour changes the sleep of my mind. Rest, relax, dream has all been extended.
Season
Tasks
11/3/12
Tasked to write.
Tasked to read.
Tasked to bleed from my soul.
Tasked to see beyond the norm.
Tasked to be unique.
I, for one, have an issue with all this.
With being tasked to do anything.
Yes, you say I’m a writer, but
How can I write something I’m not ready for?
What is meant by this is that I have word issues.
I cannot be clear and crisp like some.
I can’t be intriguing and captivating like some.
I am just me being me.
And I for one know that I can be creative.
I just need to learn how to flow to be more positive.
I just need to learn how not to be like you.
How to be me is what I seek,
And to use the creative juices that gush from within me.
Tasks verson 2
Love does it come from above?
Love do you say it or show it?
What is true love?
My wife she’s the best she helps with getting my meds in order. She loves me no matter the mood I’m in. She is never changing or wavering. She of course isn’t God, but it seems her love never leaves me to. I have my thoughts and doubts of God and his ways.
My mom she loves me too.
What is Love?
This year has started off just great. In June, college is over without a degree or a career aspect. I have to find a job that I know I’ll hate. I’m now out of another med and can have a psychotic break at any moment. Dreams are that, just empty dreams. Nothing coming true how much I hope and pray. Or work on it each day. I say I’m a writer without anything published or anything known to man. My faith in God and of people is gone. Suicide is not an answer, but is on my mind. Giving into doubt and endless wonder. Holding me here is my wife her family and part of mine. If God is in control, why does my life feel so out of control? This year has just begun, but I want it over.
2013 is it over Yet?
This year has started off just great. In June, college is over without a degree or a career aspect. I have to find a job that I know I’ll hate. I’m now out of another med and can have a psychotic break at any moment. Dreams are that, just empty dreams. Nothing coming true how much I hope and pray. Or work on it each day. I say I’m a writer without anything published or anything known to man. My faith in God and of people is gone. Suicide is not an answer, but is on my mind. Giving into doubt and endless wonder. Holding me here is my wife her family and part of mine. If God is in control, why does my life feel so out of control? This year has just begun, but I want it over.
