There’s a black hole
in my heart
once filled by you
No tears left
There’s a black hole
in my heart
once filled by you
No tears left
I woke up in a sheet of sweat
And saw that you were gone
Even now, I forget
Our shattered bond
Dark is the water
My heart torn by mortar
Pieces of me raining down
To the black abyss
Dark, oh so dark
When I stare at the mirror
All I see is the face of a stranger
And can’t help but feel an error
That it was your life’s in danger
Dark is the night
Where stars hide their light
I’m falling, falling
I can’t stop this bawling
The image of you overflows
In my mind, I can’t get you
Out of my mind
My heart is
Dark, oh so dark
Ooo, oh, oh, so dark
For those of us who are attempting or have attempted to write our story (I’m referring to the story of our lives whether it’s a memoir or through short stories or poems), something always seem to stop us from finishing it (or in my case, starting). It’s like there this solid wall blocking my way, more specifically my pen, from getting the words out of my head.
The words are there and so are the images, but I feel like my head (or something else altogether) is like a cage keeping them within invisible bars.
It is so utterly frustrating.
I keep asking myself – what’s holding me back?
Fear of what?
Of hurting someone who I love? Or, hurting myself?
Fear of the truth. Of finally allowing myself to be freed of all the pain I kept locked in
A writer who’s caged by past regrets and unwilling to let them go because she believes she deserves all the pain she feels.
How messed up is that?
My heart knows I must write my story, but convincing whatever part of me that’s holding the words back has been a battle I’ve fought for years.
A battle I fear I will ultimately lose.
What about you? Are you struggling to free your words?
*Author’s note: this is still raw and I feel also incomplete. I’m not sure whether this should be a poem, or perhaps a song.
where the peaks call me by name
the clear rivers–
their music soothe my soul
where I can wrap myself
in the blanket
of childhood memories
I used to walk down to the rapids
just a stone throw away
from the house
built by Daddy’s hands
There, dreams were born
and love rekindled
where my roots
began, and where I hope
my tired bones will be
laid to rest one day
where my heart has
always yearned for
No matter how far away
my feet may have traveled
There’s no place like it
where I can find
solace and peace
for this weary body
where my roots began
I’m back home
As I sit here at my desk, looking out of the nearby window, all I see are trees and snow. No, hold on a minute…I spy a Chickadee on the huge pile of bird seeds that my guys dumped over a month ago. Oh wait, here comes another one. This time it’s a large Blue Jay.
Seeing them means that Spring is finally coming (even though the calendar says it’s already officially spring). Living this far north, the weather’s bound to do anything it pleases. Who knows, maybe next week we’ll have a huge snow storm. Or then again maybe a thunderstorm. Mother nature tends to be somewhat unpredictable this time of year; but, being that it is spring, there is hope. The snow will eventually go away, and the earth will green up and sprout wild flowers.
I can’t wait to be able to open a window or two and air out my house. I miss the smell of the fresh, sweet air.
In the meantime, so that I don’t drive myself too crazy with being cooped up for months on end, I plan to keep myself busy throughout the month of April.
With poetry mainly and a healthy dose of flash stories as well as other tidbits (pretty much whatever the muse decides to throw at me).
I’d originally wanted to do Camp NaNoWriMo to work on two current WIPs, but my soul has been urging me to write poems.
That it needs poetry.
For the pain.
No, not physical pain, but for the emotional anguish that seems to be building within; and poetry has always been the only way to relieve this.
I am going to attempt to do not one, but two separate challenges:
And I will do these between three of my blogs. In order to limit the confusion, I created a landing page so you can follow what I write on a daily basis if you so choose. Here is the link for that page.
I have no definite theme but what I plan to write will revolve around poetry for most of the time.
Will you be participating in any challenges in April? If so, I’d love to follow your journey!
I have a guest post up on a special lady’s blog. Be sure to stop by!
The shared experience of RP is what initially drew me to read Carrie Ann’s blog, ” A Writer and Her Sentimental Muse”, but it was something much deeper than blindness that connected us. Poetry! Although we both have vision loss, our passion for poetry and writing is something that drives us both and connects us as artists. Carrie Ann is a wonderful writer and a beautiful soul, and I am thrilled that she agreed to be the very first guest writer for my blog. I know you will love her as much as I do.
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There are only a handful of musicians who move and excite me otherwise they are mostly meh. I hadn’t really been able to truly dig music since the ’80s (with few exceptions).
Until nearly five years ago (2014) when I stumbled across Pentatonix’s Christmas video, The Little Drummer Boy, on You Tube. Two vocalists in particular stood out to me: Kirstin Maldonado and Avi Kaplan. I especially loved Avi’s booming bass voice. I was very sad when he announced in early 2017 that he was leaving Pentatonix to pursue his own music as well as to spend more time with his family.
It’s been a joy watching him grow and mature as a musician striving to find his own path. And boy, with his latest song, I believe he has finally arrived. But, in order to truly appreciate his latest music, you really need to revisit his past music, and then as you listen to the Change On the Rise, you will truly understand why his fans are so excited and wowed and stunned!
Avi was born and grew up in Visalia, California, a city in the San Joaquin Valley. Being Jewish, he was subjected to ridicules and bullying as a kid. Having grown up near the Sequoia National Park, nature greatly influenced his music.
In the video below, you will hear the story of how Pentatonix and Avi came together to compete on a television show (Sing Off) that would change their lives forever.
The video below was where I first discovered Avi (in 2014).
The song below won Pentatonix their first Grammy.
Below was Avi’s final performance with Pentatonix.
Avi loved Folk music so naturally the music in his debut album fell in that genre. The song below is my favorite.
I believe sometime in 2017, he moved to Tennessee to live in a cabin deep in the forest outside of Nashville. Here he would spend his quiet days writing and playing songs. Every once in a while a video surfaced of him. Otherwise, he basically took a sabbatical in order to delve into his own music away from the chaotic world.
And then this! This music video premiered on You Tube on the said date below. For those who closely followed Avi and his music, well, this was a real treat. We’ve listened to the kind of music he sang in the past, and this…this was NOT what we expected. Far, far from it! We were speechless and so incredibly moved to tears. Yes, Avi is finally coming into his own. And I expect him to continue to surprise and shock us with his talent in songwriting and singing. Oh, did I mention that voice? Simply put…there is no other like it.
Avi’s official website
His You Tube channel
Who says that bass singers can’t be successful? There are plenty of bands with bass singers; but, how many of them are the lead singers? Or better yet, soloist?
Hmm, I can only think of a few.
These are just a few I could think off the top of my head. Anyhoo, the reason I got on this bandwagon was because of a new song I listened to earlier today that just absolutely wowed me. Newly released to the public (earlier today), Change On the Rise by Avi Kaplan (formerly the bass singer from Pentatonix). His voice is incredible! I believe we are possibly looking at one of the prolific bass singers in modern time right here. Give it a listen and let me know what you think.