Good point and interesting metphor. But shouldn't each year be a chapter, instead of a separate volume or book (i.e. chapter 2009)? Don't we all write the book of our lives?
Could be a perspective tempered by age and so just my humble opinion.
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Maybe it's your perspective that is telling book should be chapter. And your whole lifes is the book or volume. You are right on that point.
"Writers write because they have something new or
surprising or challenging to say in response to a question. Readers
read because they share the writer's interest in the problem and want to deepen their understanding". (Allyn and Bacon Guild to Writing; page 13)
Ain't that true in a way?
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Cause I'm allllllllllllllllllllllready standin.... on the ground
:) Good song.
And pleeeeeeeeeease don't hide, these things we say toniiiiight, they could help us, get our feet back, onnn the grooouuuuunnnd…
What's the title to that song any ways, I never know it.
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Everyone has a gift, but it's hidden if they don't try to find it. We all need to be open minded to find that gift. Thanks Clear for pointing that out for my writing!
ClearCartoons and I had a chat on Meebo just 5 minutes ago and he brought more coolness about my last post here. Sorry that it's small!:
11:34amClearcanada:you have passion and magical imagination. it is endearing
11:35amSvetla:I think playing a MUD helped also.
1:36amClearcanada:That is your inspiration. Like a rainbow on the horizon. but you are the girl who steps outside and starts walking toward it.
11:36amSvetla:*nods* Is there pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?
11:38amClearcanada:It doesn't matter. the journey will be filled with limitless colours and adventure.
11:39and if you are truly lucky some fascinating people will walk beside you for little while11:39amSvetla:That's so true! I think you should post what you said to me in the Notes write Large forum topic in the PWoC forums including what i said about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.11:40amLike you and some of the other writes in the group!
Haha thanks for that Svetlana.
Canada is cool most of the time, so we have oodles to share. ;)
I hear more than I like to...
So I boil my head in a sense of humor...
I laugh at what I cannot change...
I throw it all on the pile again...go then and do this
I'd do it for you...
When all that I want is so badly to be...
By myself again...
It's going to drive me right out of my brain
Drive in drive out I'm leaving
Drive in drive out
I'll come back again
Drive in drive out I'm leaving
Drive in drive out
I don't care if we all turn to waste...
So when I beg...you avoid me...because I smell of dirt... hungry,
Hungry boy...you won't leave me all alone...the boy won't go
Sooner or later we're done
Sooner or later I'm gone
Because, because
Sooner or later we're gone
Sooner away
Ooh, my head is pounding now...god has all but left me behind...
Not a sense of worry...I'm going to drive in and drive out again
Drive in drive out I'm leavin
Drive in drive out I'll come
Drive in drive out I'm leavin
Drive in drive out
I'm over this arrangement...
Around here...emptiness
Sounded so good...I want to
Drive you right into my world
Drive in drive out I'm leavin
Drive in drive out I'll come
Drive in drive out I'm leavin
Drive in drive out
"We turn away to face the cold
enduring chill
As the day begs the night for mercy
Your sun so bright it leaves no shadow
only scars
Carved into stone on the face of earth
The moon is up and over One Tree Hill
We see the sun go down in your eyes
You ran like river to the sea
And in our world a heart of darkness
a firezone
Where poets speak their hearts
then bleed for it
Jara sang his song a weapon
in the hands of love
You know his blood still cries from the ground
It runs like a river to the sea
I don't believe in painted roses or bleeding hearts
While bullets rape the night of merciful
I'll see you again when the stars fall from the sky
And the moon has turned red over One Tree Hill
Like a river to the sea"
"Blood in the streets in the town of new haven Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of venice Blood in my love in the terrible summer Bloody red sun of phantastic l.a. Blood streams her brain as they chop off her fingers Blood will be born in the birth of a nation Blood is the rose of mysterious union Theres blood in the streets, its up to my ankles Blood in the streets, its up to my knee Blood in the streets in the town of chicago Blood on the rise, its following me"
Somebody get me a tourniquet... pawn's hemorrhaging poems again!
No use, I'm hemophiliactialy endowed.
lol
"Last night I had too much to drink
Sitting in a club with so many fools
Playing to rules
Trying to impress but feeling rather empty
I had another drink
Drink - a - drink - a - drink - a - drink
What a way to spend that evening
They all turn up with their friends
Playing the game
But in the scene I should have been
Far away
Away - away - away - away - away
Getting up, I feel as if I'm remembering this scene before
I open the door to an empty room
Then I forget
The telephone rings and someone speaks
She would very much like to go out to a show
So what can I do - I can't think what to say
She sees through anyway
Away - away - away - away - away
Out of the front door I go
Traffic's moving rather slow
Arriving late, there she waits
Looking very angry, as cross as she can be
Be - a - be - a - be - a - be - a - be
Getting up, I feel as if I'm remembering this scene before
I open the door to an empty room
Then I forget"
If you have a writer's block, just write on. It will go away if you keep on writing. If you don't, it will eat you up and you won't want to write for a long time.
They put a parking lot on a piece of land Where the supermarket used to stand. Before that they put up a bowling alley On the site that used to be the local Palais. That's where the big bands used to come and play. My sister went there on a Saturday. Come dancing, All her boyfriends used to come and call. Why not come dancing, it's only natural? Another Saturday, another date. She would be ready but she'd always make him wait. In the hallway, in anticipation, He didn't know the night would end up in frustration. He'd end up blowing all his wages for the week All for a cuddle and a peck on the cheek. Come dancing, That's how they did it when I was just a kid, And when they said come dancing, My sister always did. My sister should have come in at midnight, And my mum would always sit up and wait. It always ended up in a big row When my sister used to get home late. Out of my window I can see them in the moonlight, Two silhouettes saying goodnight by the garden gate. The day they knocked down the Palais My sister stood and cried. The day they knocked down the Palais. Part of her childhood died, just died. Now I'm grown up and playing in a band, And there's a car park where the Palais used to stand. My sister's married and she lives on an estate. Her They put a parking lot on a piece of land Where the supermarket used to stand. Before that they put up a bowling alley On the site that used to be the local Palais. That's where the big bands used to come and play. My sister went there on a Saturday. Come dancing, All her boyfriends used to come and call. Why not come dancing, it's only natural? Another Saturday, another date. She would be ready but she'd always make him wait. In the hallway, in anticipation, He didn't know the night would end up in frustration. He'd end up blowing all his wages for the week All for a cuddle and a peck on the cheek. Come dancing, That's how they did it when I was just a kid, And when they said come dancing, My sister always did. My sister should have come in at midnight, And my mum would always sit up and wait. It always ended up in a big row When my sister used to get home late. Out of my window I can see them in the moonlight, Two silhouettes saying goodnight by the garden gate. The day they knocked down the Palais My sister stood and cried. The day they knocked down the Palais. Part of her childhood died, just died. Now I'm grown up and playing in a band, And there's a car park where the Palais used to stand. My sister's married and she lives on an estate. Her daughters go out, now it's her turn to wait. She lets them get away with things she never could, But if I asked her I wonder if she would, Come dancing, Come on sister, have yourself a ball. Don't be afraid to come dancing, It's only natural. Come dancing, Just like the Palais on a Saturday. And all her friends would come dancing Where the big bands used to play. go out, now it's her turn to wait. She lets them get away with things she never could, But if I asked her I wonder if she would, Come dancing, Come on sister, have yourself a ball. Don't be afraid to come dancing, It's only natural. Come dancing, Just like the Palais on a Saturday. And all her friends would come dancing Where the big bands used to play.
2009 is reaching its last page of its book. In two more pages (days) the book of 2009 and the book of 2010 will begin. In the book of 2009, we all had our action packed ups and downs sometimes with boring descriptions of our every day life. Now its ending and we are looking towards the new book. Many of us will set goals for ourselves and set out on our adventurers to complete them.
---Quote from my blog (http://torzukarr.wordpress.com/)