NaPoWriMo day 23: Larger than us

A memory:

His dry, pale cheeks burn

as smile begins to peek,

chain of glowing pearls

overshadows incoming dawn.

Her porcelain skin aches,

in sweet and soft pain, electrified,

under his fingers, tied.

 

Now: they are just two strangers

each sleeping on his side of the bed.

She wonders…,

yet she knew the answer:

“Life, larger than us,

that’s what happened”.

 

Maja S. Todorovic

NaPoWriMo day 22: Zemia

I know how you breathe;

I know how you rustles on 7.83 Hz Schumman resonance;

I know your spaceless love, when you hold me in

enormous gravitational hug.

 

I know how you like to be cradled in the Milky Way,

I know how disturbed child you were 4.6 billion years ago,

how you didn’t like your first Pangaea face.

 

I know all about tantrums you had,

until you developed two cheeks, Laurasia and Gondvana

you liked to scratch with your flickering fiery licks,

how you erupt, through volcano horns.

and how you play with sand domes.

 

I know of your silica wrinkles, blue and green sinews,

running through your granite crust.

I know when you yawn in the rifting zones

in deep waters of Atlantic Ocean,

I know when you subduct your toes beneath

Pacific islands, in rhythmic tectonic motions.

I know your kimberlitic diamond bones,

your asteno-blood that furiously bleeds whenever you’re cut;

I know each secreted gem of your tissue:

layered sedimentary, pressured magmatic

or unsatisfied metamorphic,

about each cocooned crystal.

 

I know when you are angry or scared,

how you tremble, quake in shocks,

I know when you are not in the mood,

sending razor winds and swirling storms.

I know how you like to wrap me in your green wings

bath me in your silvery tears.

I know you.

You are part of me and I am part of you.

You are everything

I call home.

 

Maja S. Todorovic

4 ways to rekindle your love for writing

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As everything goes in life, so the writing process can has its ups and downs. Motivation can come in cycles, and it can be hard to stay on track with writing. Hence, there are some tricks you can employ in order to have that persistent inspiration and willingness to record your thoughts and story.

1.Write, scribble, jot, journal..even when you don’t feel like doing it and what ever your write you think is just pure rubbish.

Taking action of actual writing can serve as a huge motivator and the more you immerse yourself in the process of writing, the more confidence you will regain. Especially after taking some break, writing can seem to us a bit rusty and uncompelling, but all you need is to practice. With practice you become better – as you become better, the more joy for writing you will feel.

2. Keep faith in the creative process.

Self-doubt and fear that we are not creative enough, good enough or original enough is a negative self-talk that only puts barriers between you and your writing. You are creative and your inner-self will find the best ways for expression: you need to trust the creative process, no matter the time, the tries and teared papers. That belief in the creative process is what fuels imagination and allows the path of self-expression to be found and enjoyed.

3. Be persistent every day; every day make time for your writing.

Don’t treat your writing like an occasional hobby that you do from time to time. Make it a habit. Make time every day to pursue your passion for writing. Once you taste that productive side of writing, that satisfaction will further give you strength to continue writing; to think more clearly; faster focus on what you want to say with your writing. You are really refining your writing craft this way.

4. When nothing works distance yourself.

If nothing form above works, don’t push yourself too much. Let it rest, leave it for a couple of days or for ever long you feel like. It will help you clear you mind and get in touch with your creative side. Read what you’ve written, think what would you like to change and how to continue.

This is something I do whenever I’m writing. I make initial draft, and the following days I continue – it’s a great way to regain perspective on your own thoughts and observe your writing more objectively.

Do you sometimes lose passion for writing? What’s your advice in regard to that?

Her even lines her steady temper show;
Neat as her dress, and polish’d as her brow;
Strong as her judgment, easy as her air;
Correct though free, and regular though fair:
And the same graces o’er her pen preside
That form her manners and her footsteps guide.

Anna Lætitia Barbauld


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NaPoWriMo day 21: An Intent

Why do I need to pretend?

You say: ”I’ve always had good intent!”

yet your eyes sparkle every time

I plead for your fragile approval?

 

I’m not who you expect me to be.

I can’t be something you need for you

to continue your life in peace.

 

I’m confused, I still search

to make that little girl inside me smile

run after rainbow and collect stars;

swing on the moon and walk

across the Sun;

 

jump over the mountains

and play charades with whales

in ocean fountains.

 

That little girl is so scared,

impaired by false assumptions

she need to take care of you

instead to accept:

“Here, within myself I belong to!”

 

And I can tell you

that little girl is very close to finding her truth

lying in between two smooth edges of tomorrow

where she’s conquering beautiful world’s burrow

and yesterday when you held her tight to comb her hair.

 

Who said life is fair?

Stop to fight, let her go.

 

Maja S. Todorovic

NaPoWriMo day 20: Brevity

There is no face,

instead: glass shelter.

You may emboss new eyes

for me to see

or take red crayon to draw lips

but shall I speak?

 

It’s a facade,

made of judgments,

pain, disappointments.

Are you brave?

 

To peel me down

to the bottom of my flesh and bones,

to the core of my soul

as I stand in emotionless nudity,

 

despite the cruelty of cold windy life

will you teach me to feel?

despite rejection ready to rife

will you teach me to live,

to be human, one more time?

 

Maja S. Todorovic