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Stuck In My Head rewrite

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This is a rewrite of a poem I did about writers block. If you want to see the first version check through my archives. I am very happy with this rewrite, it says more then it did before. Not only about my writers block, but blending the pain and joys of my life into my writing. Hope you all enjoy. Leave me a comment and tell me what you think!

Stuck In My Head

Stuck in my head, what a sad place to be.

Words run round yet they elude me.

Images flash by, some real some only mine.

Sweet and colorful, terrifying and dark.

A mix of emotion blending to paint a picture of my being.

The mind of a tormented soul, both light and dark.

I stomp, I scream, I let it all out, no one hears me alone in the dark.

Dust rolls up, desert all about, no oasis to satisfy my thirst.

I wish for peace but my mind scrambles about.

Thoughts of dark times, past but still here tainting the joys of my life.

Am I to stay for all time, to run round desperate to fly.

If only you’d come lift me to the sky I could catch those thoughts that fly by.

I sit and I wait, wish for only you, hands full of desperate tears as they pool.

Mind full of hurt and love, joy and pain, yet my hands sit idly by with nothing to say.

How long shall I roam this desolate plain my mind calls home, unable to return.

Where have you gone, I beg wont you come save me from this depressing fate.

Still I sit and wait for your return, knight in shining armor won’t you come, return me to a life outside this dark and hurt filled hole.

Hands held high I will wait for the touch that brings me to life once more.

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Writing : Helpful sites

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After being told my imagery is week I did a little searching for helpful sites. Whether you write poetry, short stories, children’s books, or novels these sites can help you improve that writing. Also a site I was given that can help you improve your spelling.

 It is no secrete I can’t spell my way out of a paper bag, lol. As someone who missed a lot of school, the reasons I feel I can’t share, I missed out on the education I should have had. Now I am 24 almost 25 and still struggling with spelling. Don’t get me wrong I have improved a lot! It was hard to get to this point, but the journey continues. I have found I am not the only writer with this problem, so it is nothing to be ashamed of. I simply have to continue bettering my self, for my benefit and for my children as well.

 Later today I will post the rewrite for my prologue (Unsure whether or not I will be using it), for the rewrite I utilized these site. And so I feel I am obligated to share them with you. If I can help even one person then I will be satisfied.

 So here you go :

http://www.merriam-webster.com/

http://www.onelook.com/reverse-dictionary.shtml

http://www.spelling.hemscott.net/

And one site to help you better your web sits : Nine Website Creation Mistakes

http://outstandingsetup.com/report

How rude!

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I had joined a writers group some time ago called My Writers Circle. I had stopped going there because people there don’t seem to have any manners. It is one thing to give constructive criticism, another to be plain rude. Its like what the heck did I do for you to get such an attitude with me. Yesterday I decided to give the site one more try. I figured it couldn’t heart right. I posted my poem Stuck in my head there, witch is about writers block. This is two out of the three replies I got :

 

When I get ‘writers block’ which is hardly ever, but when I do
I just write. I write anything, even words about not being able to write, but I don’t poet them.
This comes across as no more than a mind-dump.
Very poor post.

 

Now this one is just rude. Plus writing about not being able to write is exactly what I did, but in a structure. The way he said he dose it is a mind dump if you ask me. I chose to create something out of my writer‘s block. How is this comment helpful, it only said he doesn’t like it, and that he is sapearier to me.

 He then said after a little back and forth.

I am absolutely positive that there “are people on other sites that loved it.”
You may find some here. I did not.
If you choose to stay in RMP you may want to indicate
what level of criticism you are comfortable with.

1. I found the opening lines to be weak and Telling.
2. The rest of S1 is very unoriginal and over-the-top. It lacks any inward visual that a reader might expect.
3. The first line of S2 is naively retro, romantically rhetorical and frankly dopey.
4. The rest of S2 is repetitive and platitudinous.
5. The lines in S3 are just ridiculously blah –

“How long shall I roam
unable to return home
o muse where have you gone
I beg you wont you come”

6. The last stanza is stunningly predictable and poorly expressed.

I usually don’t offer a detailed review for such poor writing, but you requested it.

Learn!

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A first draft?Pick another subject maybe? This didn’t work for me. I will see if I can dig out an old one that was my take on writer’s block.

 

Found it…………..

 

A writer’s life

 

Mont Blanc
in sweaty grip, he stares
at the empty sheet of vellum
in front of him on the cracked antique bureau
with a sigh he leans back in his Chippendale chair

 

stands up, wipes his watery eyes,
cleans his Ray Bans, slips into
his Barbour, green wellingtons,
takes the shotgun from the rack,
rubbing the polished stock he smiles
and closes the back door firmly

 

Now this one at least is a little more constructive, but still trying to tell me he is better. This peace is not clear its about writers block, it sounds more about suicide. It isn’t that its bad, simply not clear.

 

This is the poem that prompted these responses. I have posted it before but in case you haven’t read it before I figured I would add it.

I am stuck in my head

what a sad place to be

words run round and elude me

Images flash by

some real some only mine

I stomp I scream I let it all out

I wish for peace but scramble about

Where have you gone o muse of mine

am I to stay here for all time

am I to run round desperate to fly

if only you’d come lift me to the sky

if only I could catch those thought that fly by

I sit and wait hands full

I sit and wish for only you

you fill my mind

yet my hands sit idly by

How long shall I roam

unable to return home

o muse where have you gone

 I beg you wont you come

 Make my idle hands fly

 across my keyboard words wont come

still I sit and wait for you to return

 Not every line rhymes, but this is called free form poetry. That is the only site I have gotten any bad comments at all. On the other sites I posted it to I have gotten nothing but good, two spelling fixes and that they really liked it. I even posted it to http://xynobooks.com/ and got this comment from one of the admins :

 Maria, please, talk to Nick the editor about writing your thoughts on the main site–in addition to your novel aspirations.

 I did, and was then asked if I would blog along with there other writer, and before I could reply he upgraded me to an author account. I of course accepted. But here is a good question, if it was so bad Then why would they have asked me? A family friend in FL even read it to her church, and it reseaved grat aplose from the hole congrigation. So give your honest opinion. Am I over reacting, I may be just a little. But on a post about my book on the very same site I was told I had no taling and shouldn’t be writing, no ideas on how to improve just hertful words I egnored.

Here are some sites I do like for writing, you can get good constructive comments :

http://www.ladieswhocritique.com

http://xynobooks.com/

http://allpoetry.com

http://www.writing.com

http://wherewritersmeet.proboards.com/index.cgi

A wall we must pass

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As writers we all struggle with writer’s block now and then. Not only when writing a novel, but when writing poetry, and short stories. Not only writers get that big wall blocking there path. Artist of all kinds have this problem. This will help with any mental wall you have, rether you are a writer or a painter, no matter what form of art you do. I have read up on many ways to pass that mental block, and discovered a few on my own I would like to share.

Writers block has many coses. We get tiered and try to force ourselves to write, never a good thing. Our mined is clouded by other thoughts and problems making it impossible to focus. What ever the reason for your writers block, I have a few tips that may help. Most of the time we are the ones standing in our own way. It is up to us to crash through that wall , no one can do it for us. Here are a few simple ways to move past writers block and get something on the page.

1. If you are tiered don’t try to write. You will only end up beating your self up in the end, and more exhausted then before you started. Go take a nap or get a good nights sleep. For your mind to flow it must be rested.

2. If you have to much on your mind there is no room for ideas to form. Take the time to clear your mind. Salve your problems by dealing with them or working through them. Write them all down and how you can salve them. At least you are writing.

3. Go for a walk and clear your mind. Observe your surrounding, admire the flowers, the texture of the tree bark, the cracks in the side walk. Look at your world from a writers point of view, how would you describe your world to your readers. Don’t forget to take a note pad and a pen with you, just encase an idea hits you, or to simply write down and describe what you see. This can be a good way to clear your mind and start writing. Even if what you are writing has nothing to do with the project at hand its a good exercise.

4. Some times it is best to just walk away and come back later. Go have a cup of coffee with a friend, yes I know you have coffee write there, but being write there isn’t helping. You can sock in a hot bath, relaxing your body will help relax your mind. What ever you decide to do during that time take your mind off your writers block.

5. Just write. It doesn’t matter what, it doesn’t have to make any sense at all just write. Write about your writers block, why you have it, how frustrating it is. Write about the bad or good day you had the day before. Write about your family, friends, people you don’t like. It is perfectly alright to go on a rant, this is just for you. Describe the room you are siting in, or again what you see when taking a walk. It doesn’t matter what you write about just write. I have used this trick my self.

So five simple ways you can use to break down that mental wall. Remember you are the one standing in the way, no one else can do it for you.

Let me share The poem I ended up writing when I was going to blog about my writers block. Funny writing a poem about how I can’t write, the irony is hilarious!

I am stuck in my head

what a sad place to be

words run round and elude me

Images flash by

some real some only mine

I stomp I scream I let it all out

I wish for peace but scramble about

Where have you gone o muse of mine

am I to stay here for all time

am I to run round desperate to fly

if only you’d come lift me to the sky

if only I could catch those thought that fly by

I sit and wait hands full

I sit and wish for only you

you fill my mind

yet my hands sit idly by

How long shall I roam

unable to return home

o muse where have you gone

I beg you wont you come

Make my idle hands fly

across my keyboard words wont come

still I site and wait for you to return

Stuck in my head (2)

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Stuck in my head.

This post is a new poem I wanted to re-blog. I would love more reviews of this peace. Feel free to say what ever you want, I can take criticism.

Stuck in my head

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I am stuck in my head

what a sad place to be

words run round and elude me

Images flash by 

some real some only mine

I stomp I scream I let it all out

I wish for peace but scramble about

 

Where have you gone o muse of mine

 am I to stay here for all time

am I to run round desperate to fly

if only you’d come lift me to the sky

if only I could catch those thought that fly by

I sit and wait hands full 

I sit and wish for only you

you fill my mind

yet my hands sit idly by

 

How long shall I roam

unable to return home

o muse where have you gone

I beg you wont you come

 

Make my idle hands fly

 across my keyboard words wont come

 still I sit and wait for you to return

 

This poem is not what I intended to write when I started this post. I have to admit that for several days now I haven’t bin able to write a single word. I feel like my mind is empty and full all at the same time. I get this way sometimes. A wall goes up in my mind when my spirits are low, when I am uneasy even in my own home. considering this poem is ruff, and it just popped out without my control I think its good. So to all my readers, to the writers, to the poets tell me what you think? If you see any errors, or ways I could improve it let me know. this is the first poem I have written in about 3-4 years, something like that.