on a chilly golden shore
we stand, shoes forgotten
on the concrete. time
is our only barrier,
not the vast ocean before us.
there is so much to be said,
but no one wants to say
what we’re all thinking:
we are growing older,
wave by wave.
in only a little while, we will fade
away, a sunset of adolescent dreams
and wishful thinking, and so
the questions pore out of us
like crabs peeking from the sand.
who will we be, time? who will we
become? when we come back,
if we come back, things
will be different, and i will
always wonder why.
I wrote this poem for creative writing class in October 2018. I remember reflecting on my friend group at the time, as we enjoyed taking late night escapades to the ocean. While some college kids prefer drunkenness at frat houses, my friends and I wanted nothing but a quick rendezvous to the sea, where we could run around like total goofs. This used to be a common theme for us. Someone would send out a text, and then we were rushing to a car to get to that ocean as fast as we could.
Over time this practice began to wither away. As the school year nudged on, we became busier with projects, homework, jobs, and flight time rather than being stupid kids with nothing better to do.
I will always be able to look back fondly at where the inspiration of this poem came, but I still appreciate how life operates. We are never guaranteed anything on this planet, and that’s okay. Relationships sour, and situations strike us down, but we have our memories until the day we die, and this can uplift us in times of stress and sadness.
Time is a blessing and a curse. It’s a barrier in the sense that it blocks us from eternity on this planet, but sometimes it’s the barriers that force us to realize what we need to do in our lives. Just because a barrier is there does not mean it can’t be broken.
Today I’m going to ask you to consider your own barrier. What is the thing that is constricting you in this moment? When did this barrier first become prevalent in your life? Why is it prevalent in the first place?
Just ponder for a few moments…
Thank you, my dear readers. You guys are constantly inspiring me to challenge myself when it comes to writing, and I really appreciate it.
An hourglass reminds me of you,
And the time I will never get back.
From thinking of your glossy eyes,
And the night, dripping in black.
We all want what we can’t have,
And isn’t that such a sin?
But when I think of you,
It is true: God must forgive.
I promise I’ll let you go,
Some day or the other.
I’ll just have to wait,
Hoping for another:
Someone who will hold
Me, when the sun is bright,
And will tell me the truth,
As all is brought to light.
It wasn’t until this past year that I started writing poetry, and I have to say… It is actually pretty interesting! I know a lot of you guys are poets yourselves, and I love reading what you have to say. Though prose is where my heart is, poetry bleeds personality, and it exposes its writer in a different way than short stories and novels do.
I wrote “Clock” one dark night in early December. I was working on a portfolio for creative writing class, and I wanted a poem that truly reflected my thoughts, because isn’t that what writing is all about? We’re meant to showcase our pain, joy, and life experiences. That’s what makes us writers and poets and artists in a world where emotion is hidden away, locked up tight.
Though I won’t go into great detail on what this poem is about (hehe), I will say that it is a door to something that consumed me for a month or so. Though I can look back now and laugh, the things that happen to us can seem so drastic and monumental, especially in the moment. And when things don’t go our way, it may seem that the universe is against us, which is quite preposterous, if we’re being honest.
Things happen like they are meant to, and people are the way they are.
What can change is how we handle the situations in which we’re placed. If we allow fear and unhappiness to settle in our souls, then negative energy becomes normal. Instead, I challenge you to rid yourself of this negative energy–whether that be in the people with whom you associate or life experiences in general–and take heart in the fact that the sun will always shine, even if there are clouds for a few days.
As always, thank you so much for reading and sharing in my thoughts! It means the world to me to have your support, and I can’t wait to read what you guys have to share. ❤
Sometimes the hourglass of time feels even more oppressive than normal…
This is going to be a little bit of a “venting” post, because I want to admit something to you guys. It’s not going to be Earth-shattering or panic-inducing, but it is something that you can probably relate to.
So here we go: Do you ever feel like you blink, three months have whipped by, and you’ve wasted a HUGE chunk of time?
Okay, I want to clarify: I do not feel as if I have completely wasted the past three months. I am a full-time college student, student pilot (LOL, one of these days I will finally have my license), and writer. On the social side, I hang out with a bunch of roaches (I promise, this is an endearing term) 24/7 and try not to pull out my hair due to the infuriating ways of other twentysomethings. But these things make me so happy, and I love flying and my ridiculous friends.
That being said, there is a continent of me that has been underwater for the past few months. This part of me is like Atlantis waiting to be rediscovered, and I’m sick of drowning in something I’ve caused for myself.
I’ve been writing less and less these past few months, and I can attribute it to multiple things. I knew that I wouldn’t be writing as much this semester, which contributed to my goal of finishing five novels over the summer, but I did not realize it would be this bad.
In the past three months, I have started three novels, left all of them in the dust, and waited for magic to pull me up from the bottom of the ocean. However, that’s not how writing works. I truly believe good writing comes from stretching the writing muscle, and I’ve been atrophied for quite some time.
It’s not that I don’t have material, because being away from home gives me tons of material, as you can imagine. It’s not that I don’t have the time, though my California life does get tiring. It’s not that I don’t want to do it, because writing makes me happiest (although it’s getting closer and closer to a tie with flying).
So what have I been doing to myself? Isn’t it true that if you love something, you’ll do anything to be doing it? What’s wrong with me?
Unfortunately, I do have to go to school, and this takes up considerable chunks of time. A bonus fact: I am in a creative writing class that claims the time I could use to write what I want to write, which feels pretty counterproductive.
I love my friends to death, but it is a constant battle between wanting to hang out and be with them versus taking time for myself (AKA writing). This semester I have been pretty bad at remembering to swallow my introverted pill and catch a few hours to write and recover.
With any sort of social group, there are going to be things that take up headspace, and I can pinpoint certain components of this to the reasons why I haven’t had the right mentality to write. 😉
This is the only school that matters to me right now. I am in full-blown study mode and since this is going to be my future career path, I know I need to focus more on this part of my life now. Therefore, some of my writing time will be snatched up by flying, but that’s okay. I just have to reorganize my priorities.
What do I want to write?
The three attempts I’ve made over the three months have been varied: There is a psychological thriller, Southern Gothic drama, and cheesy romance. I think I’m struggling with what I want to write, because I’m not a genre-specific writer.
My mind has been elsewhere
You’ve got to be in the game to write, and even more committed if you want to write well. With normal life comes normal struggles, including bouts of stress and exhaustion, and this affects writing as well.
Clear that headspace
What does this mean, you may be asking? Well, for me, it means getting the heck out of dodge. When I’m feeling suffocated, I grab my keys and hop in the car. A nice drive cleanses my mind, especially when I’ve got the windows down and the music on full-blast. Other methods include a nice jog or hike, a heart to heart with a friend, or brainstorming a story at a coffee shop.
Take time for myself
All right. We all know that there are extraverts (those who feed off social interaction) and introverts (those who need time to recover after a social experience) in society. There are even people who are ambiverts, a blend of both extraverts and introverts.
I used to be very introverted, got more extraverted in college, and now consider myself to be an ambivert. There are moments I live off social interaction, but moments when I desperately need to be by myself.
The cure is normally writing. But these past few months, my cure has been missing, and therefore I’ve felt really strange as a result.
You have to take time for yourself, no matter where you are in life or who you are. When it comes down to it, we all have to live with, you guessed it, ourselves. It feels good sometimes to take a breath and a moment for yourself.
In these moments, when I stop and let my mind ramble on and on, I gain some of my best plot ideas.
Force myself to do it
Daily quota, where you at? If you’ve read some of my earlier writing posts, you know I am infatuated with the concept of the daily quota, in which a writer commits him or herself to a set word limit per day. It is a great way to rehearse the art of writing, even if you have no idea what you want to write about.
While this worked for me in years past, it has been missing in my way of life for the past three months, so it’s time to reestablish THE DAILY QUOTA!
Cut out negative energy
Negative, convert to positive. Those terrible feelings that are bringing you down need to be cut out, and there are multiple ways to do this. Prayer works. Eliminating bad influences works. Trying new things works. It just depends on who you are and how you handle situations, and you know the toxic aspects of your life.
Why have those toxic aspects when they only cause more problems in the long run? I know what mine is, and I’m going to try my hardest to rid myself of its influence.
There has got to be a “stake in the ground moment” in which you are the one who knows what is happening versus what should be happening. This comes into all facets of life, whether that be with writing or relationships or choosing to cut out a Diet Coke addiction (yeah, right).
Therefore, I’m going to say, “No more,” to not writing. I’m going to scream it from a mountaintop if I have to, because my happiness is improved ten-fold when I’m working on a project.
Now let’s connect this to your life. What is the thing that you’ve been neglecting? Maybe it’s a person you haven’t been talking to. Maybe it’s a hobby you’ve forgotten. I’m sure if you think super hard you’ll be able to think of something. My request for you all is to think of this thing and work your hardest to mend the situation. You’ll know the solution if you can identify the problem.