Looming—-
in the shadows of time,
skeletons of a haunted past,
like Satan’s fury—-
they test and tease,
taunting and afflicting until he’s pleased.
This plaguing past that will not die,
shall eat me from way down inside,
it travels—-
flamed obsession—-
My head it whirls and twirls about,
it stalks my smitten soul,
I try to rid these tentacles of time,
but still it slithers—-
there it lurks—-
a staring stranger,
forcing, reaching, grabbing, glaring—-
I’d like to think the past is gone,
but still—-
it shall remain taboo,
always there,
can never undo.
Tag: Writing
A Summer Dream by L. M. Montes
The emerald blades of grass
Glisten softly in the sun,
With a color wheel of wild flowers
Dancing in the wind.
Ice blue skies with feathers of clouds
Gently floating by.
The sand creates a blanket,
That lies wrinkled under me,
While the sound of sleepy waves
Cradle me to slumber.
Water’s Edge by L. M. Montes
Quietly by the shore
The waves roll softly o’er my feet.
I gaze out upon the sea,
Diamond like sun crystals
Twinkle on mirrored waters.
Clouds, pillowy puffs,
Sweep gently across an ice blue sky,
Sea blown breezes whisper through my hair.
In the distance, seagulls,
Swooping and swaying,
Sing their victory song.
Tis joyous to see such beauty,
When inner thunders storm.
Like rains of hurricanes,
Wind whipped blows—-
Seem to never cease.
But this glorious creation of sunlit skies,
Which God Himself has sent,
Has blown away my inner
Typhoon and laid my fears to rest.
Breathe fresh and breathe free,
Let go of all showers of yesterday.
Let all flow out to sea,
Never to return and bother.
Angels in the Mist by L. M. Montes
Your love is my strength,
It gives me warmth,
When I touch you,
Your love sings to me.
When I close my eyes,
You are there,
When I dream of you,
Your presence fills my heart.
But now you are gone,
The Lord has taken you away,
Your spirit and your love,
Are angels in the mist.
Long ago you stepped into my world,
You fed my mind,
And held me tight,
Throughout our years of gold.
So when the wind blows,
Your love floats back to me,
I cherish all you are,
Like flowers in the Spring.
Patience
Patience can be an unruly monster, especially when you want something bad enough. Like success or wanting to see the final product of something you’re writing or making. You want it now. I think if one is normally an impatient individual, then that comes second nature to them. They will rush through to get something done. Maybe they need a reminder to slow down.
The project will get finished. It isn’t easy. Trust me on this one. I am a very impatient person, and I have to remind myself frequently to take my time.
So, slow down. Take a deep breath. Think of the end result and know it will be even better because you will have taken your time.
The Story Within
Everyone has a story within themselves. One that’s either dying to get out or one that wants to stay hidden. If you decide to tell your story, tell it. If you want it to remain hidden then do that. But there are two ways to let it stay hidden. You could leave it alone and do nothing at all, or you could tell it but weave it with fiction. No one will ever know. You will know, but no one else will. That is the beauty of fiction.
Pretend
Have you ever played pretend when you were a kid? If so, shuffle through your mental library of pretend scenarios and expand it into a story. This could be a short story or novel. Just an idea in case you need something to write about.
Romance
Maybe you had a romance that ended on a bad note. You would like to write about that, but you don’t want anyone to know. Well, who has to know it was your experience?
Trouble
Maybe you or someone you know got into some trouble. Ohhhh the intrigue that could come from a story such as this. Embellish and expand on it. Create a fictional detective series that centers around it.
Whatever stories lie within that computer bank living inside of your head, use them if you’re so inclined. That is, if you enjoy the art of writing. If not, leave them alone.
Inwards by L. M. Montes
Past mishaps can sicken you
or they can teach you,
a blessing or burden bound.
Standing on a high taught rope,
legs of jelly tense,
just cross but do not look down.
I can’t, I won’t, don’t make me,
fear it grabs my soul,
but courage it says let go.
by L. M. Montes
Evening’s Light to Darkness by L. M. Montes
With slowness I walk,
a dimness so gray,
the air is a coolness,
that lasted all day.
Low hung the clouds,
the darkness reached down,
then sprung back and faded,
as the air moved around.
Lighter grew the evening,
and air warmed the soul,
and hung but just a moment,
’til evening turned to coal.
Worry by L. M. Montes
I sat on the beach and counted grains of sand,
but then the wind took them
and they flew from my hand,
perhaps I should refrain,
from acting in disdain,
some things should not be counted
just enjoyed from day to day.
The little things that worry crawl and bite like ants,
but then a shoe stomped them
and they fell from my pants,
perhaps I should rely,
on Jesus not the lie,
because He is the only one
to help me when I cry.
By L. M. Montes
Plot Holes
Have you ever read a short story or a novel and somewhere along the way the story/plot didn’t make any sense? It felt as though information was missing, or there was a lack of consistency. The result of all that is you scratching your head in wonder, putting the book down, or leafing back through previously read parts to see what you missed.
That gets too distracting. So how do you as the writer avoid making those same mistakes as a writer? In your own writing, some of the inconsistencies you may be aware of and some you may not be. For the ones you know of, write them down in a plot holes log. For the ones you are not aware of, you will catch those later in your editing.
To expand on this, here is what I do. In the writing software I use, Scrivener (You can find it at Literatureandlatte.com), I create an extra file labeled Edits. Within that file folder I have various files for the different types of editing I will do later. One of those files is called Plot Holes. When I know of a plot hole that I need to address later, I write it there. When I am finished with my manuscript later, one of the things I do is go to that list and fix those plot holes one by one. THEN I start reading my manuscript from page one and go straight through to the end. Along the way I am searching for any more plot holes I may have missed. I make note of them in the manuscript with my red pen and move on. When I get to the end of the manuscript, I go back to those plot holes I made note of in red pen and fix those. Please note…..when I am reading for plot holes like this, plot holes are the only things I am searching for as I am reading. DO NOT fix anything else or make note of anything else during this process because you will lose track of what you’re doing, and you don’t want to start over. If you have to stop to run an errand or cook dinner or something, mark your spot and go back to it later. Trust me, this is the process I used and it served me well.
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