Snore Whistle Blow

Snore
Whistle
Blow

Rhythmic sounds
Sounding one after the other

Snore
Breath blocked
Evidence of exhaustion

Whistle
Effortless sound
Granted by the lips

Blow
Cooling of tea
Crafting beats of melody

Beating like drums
Guitars strum
Music born
From its simplicity

 

Middle

Middle
Is where I am
I am the in progress
The processing
My location is in between
I am not the sun
Nor the rain
Just the shade
Not quite
Nor enough
But getting there
I had begun my journey
But have not arrived
Not in a hurry
Taking my time
Not freezing
Nor burning
Just warm
Filled with potentials
To be and become
Riding along
Passing through
Waiting
To get to you

Who I am

Who am I?
I am your daughter
I am the one you saved
You died for me
I was the broken
Now restored
You poured your heart to me

Who am I?
I was the doubtful
I am the faithful
You suffered for me
I was the sinful
Now forgiven
You restored my heart

Who am I?
I was the desperate
I was the broken
Now healed and chosen
You gave me hope

Who am I?
I was the empty
I was the lost
Now found
You gave me purpose
Jesus

Who Cares?

You write who cares if nobody reads it?
You read who cares if they hear it?
You listen who cares if you only hear silence?
You are silent who cares if everybody’s talking?
It is loud who cares if your head is pounding?
Who cares?
Do they notice?
Do they know?
Do they care?
Yes and No
But does it matter?
Will it make a difference?
Change your perspective
To know your audience
Who cares?
Everybody?
Nobody?
Somebody?
Do you care?

Yes and No
Yes
I do
Promising
No
I do not
Heartbreaking
Does it matter?
You write
For applause or for a cause
You read
Books to learn or burn
You listen
For silence or an audience
Who cares?
If nobody is listening
Will you stop writing?
If nobody cares
Will you start crying?
No
Because you
You also do not care
You just write
Read
Listen
For nothing
Or
Yes
Because you
You care
About everything

 

“There are two kinds of light – the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures” – James Thurber βœ¨

“There are two kinds of light – the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures” – James Thurber βœ¨

Writer’s Block

Hey wordpressers,

Have you ever just felt the urge to write something, but do not quite know what to write about? You want to write something, to just express everything, but just don’t quite know where or how to start…

So all you have are beginnings. This potential to become a prose, but they never seem to reach to a completion.. They just stay backspaced, and all you have is nothing.

I have been experiencing this for quite some time now. I may be experiencing the “writer’s block” syndrome. I mean really it is of no big deal, because it is not like many of you actually read my blog or if any even…

So really there is no pressure from you readers, however, the battle of being unable to produce a written prose and the urge to craft one is becoming a problem. Many times I want to produce a written blog, but fail to do so.

Whatever this is, I am battling it with my readings. I have been reading a lot, and I just took a break for a week now because I figured I have to change this repeated tasks I am living. However, I just cannot wait to read my next novel.

Perhaps, reading has become a hobby or a habit, while my writing abilities has deteriorated… I guess I just need balance.

This is jasminedelacerna, signing off<3

Marvelously March: Day 16

Maybe I need pointers?πŸ‘“πŸ’πŸ’—

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Marvelously March: Day 15

Hmmm… These dawn readings are becoming frequent πŸ‘“πŸ˜πŸ“š

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Marvelously March: Day 12

Listening while Reading . . . πŸ‘“πŸ’

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