I Suppose I Do Get Weary

The weather outside may look peachy keen,
but inside my soul has been set aflame
by the lightning of the storm that deals out rain
in waterfalls that flow into the river of my veins.

My weak heart.

Oh my weak heart that’s worn out from constant pain.

I suppose I do get weary.

I get weary of the advice from others thinking they can save me from the ache,
thinking that lectures they read somewhere will guide me in the right direction.

They don’t know.
They don’t know that this is familiar territory and I’ve walked this neighborhood time and time again.
They think they know from text, but I already know from experience,

and man do I get weary.

But I’ll smile that smile, nod that nod and laugh that laugh to keep it all down.

I’ll keep it down until it drowns in that river
Or until it burns out into ashes of black and silver.

 -Deneé J.
 

I forgot to mention…

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I finished Camp Nanowrimo! 🙂

Granted, I set my word count goal to 25,000 instead of the 50,000 required for regular Nanowrimo in November, but still… I achieved something, haha! I’ve decided that it feels great to set a (realistic) monthly writing goal and surpass it, so I’m going to make it a regular thing. Perhaps 5,000 words a month? Possibly more, it depends on my mood. Well, I just thought you all wanted to know… even if you didn’t, here it is anyway. Have a great week!

Also, recently on my Book blog, Novel Reveries:

Soundtrack Saturday

Lisbeth Salandar (The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest by Stieg Larsson) meets Evanescence!

Kindle Deals

Cheap deals on Kindle books that include Angela’s Ashes, Neil Gaiman, Sandra Brown, Sherlock Holmes and some great YA, Children’s and Romance books!

A Quick Ode to my Surrogate Abode: My Library

 I consider the library so much more than just a destination, it’s an experience and a portal. It has opened up worlds upon worlds of excitement that would have otherwise gone unknown to me. With books, audio books, video games, dvds, cds, and other paraphernalia, it is a cornucopia of information. My library has inspired me to start book blogs, including this one, and has inspired me to write more so as maybe someday I can open my world to others as well. I have sleuthed with Agatha Christie, and have taken trips through George R.R. Martin’s mind; I’ve trekked through the Shire and crossed through the Phantom Tollbooth; I’ve found that the Sun Also Rises and have learned the Importance of Being Earnest! Yes, my library has opened the doors of fascinating places, and will continue to do so for as long as there are stories to share.

-Deneé J.

It’s National Library Week!

Spread some love to your local library!

Caged Bird by Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

Maya Angelou, 1983

(poetryfoundation.org)

Happy Birthday!

and Happy Poetry Month 🙂

Today, it rained

Rain pulls me into reverie
to bring me away from my harsh reality
Thunder shakes beneath my feet
Shaking the core
Jostling my soul
Clashing intervals most complete
Tink, Tap, Tlonk
Sweet small clatter of rain
Drops of random
The subdued pain
Light creates cracks
Bright flashes whitewash the sky
Rain forever
don’t let it die.

-Deneé J.

My First Movie Review: Life of Pi directed by Ang Lee

Here is my first attempt at a movie review: Life of Pi (links to book blog,) as I’m more accustomed to doing book reviews, any and all feedback/ comments are appreciated, either on this post or on the other blog 😀

Also don’t forget to view my BOOK REVIEW on Life of Pi by Yann Martel

Book Review: The Girl who Played with Fire (Millennium #2) by Stieg Larsson

Book Review: The Girl who Played with Fire (Millennium #2) by Stieg Larsson

My Book Review site 🙂 I have just renovated my review format starting with this book.

Writing Prompt #2 pt. 2

Part ONE here

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I point out the only other car in the small lot, and he drags me by arm.

A few minutes later, we’re winding down a back road full of run down farm houses and other places I’ve never deemed worth my time to travel to. I’m in the passenger seat and the thief, I now know as “Clyde NotMyRealName,” is driving with one hand and holding his gun on me with his other. The sirens were an apparent false alarm as we passed by the funky highway earlier, seeing that the police were just trying to control traffic. I’m not exactly sure what to do because, believe it or not, this is my first hostage situation so I shift in my seat to stare at him. He looks to be somewhere in his forties, with the definable features of scattered scruff along his jaw and a weird looking scar near his temple. He’s not all that bad looking, but really not all that handsome either; why he never considered wearing a mask in the store is beyond me. He doesn’t notice my scrutiny so I stare some more. And I stare. And stare. And–

“STOP IT!”

I seemed to have struck a nerve. This crosses out my idea to begin an award-winning chorus of “The Song That Never Ends,” and gets me thinking that perhaps I should try reasoning with him instead.

“If you take that gun off me and let me go, I’ll stop staring at you.”

Perhaps I should just keep my mouth shut. He gives me a confused side glance,

“How about I take the gun off you and you keep quiet.” Good enough, I think, and I give a nod. He tosses the gun to the backseat.

“It’s not loaded anyway.”

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