Tonight my church hosted a talent show. I just read some of my favorite, authored poetry. I was wanting to do some take kwon do breaks, but that didn’t happen… Due to some recent knee sprains.
I got to thinking. There are many talents. Art, music, comedy. I appreciated them all. It’s good to be unique, and the differences make each that much better.
Awesome. But which talents do I want to work on? I always wanted to be an artist. Comic book for sure.
I should just start with a novel. Those are said to be an easier form of literary creation I’ve heard, yet I know I can’t write one. At least not yet.
I have many projects. Failed ones. Never to sprout. I think I need to focus on my muse and write when the feelings there. And entertain it. Welcome it when it’s not there by writing exercises.
O! How I long to be a literary sensation.
Squintyclops at Large
A pause. I prepare to be ambitious.
Not plain ambition, but ambitious w/ action.
I clean my room. I prepare my supplies. I will be an artist.
I want to draw.
My pictures must pass judgement.
I want to be happy w/ myself.
Today. I bore easily. I play mindless videogames. Not ’til I joined the online community do I feel a spark.
I want to make it big.
To tell my own story.
I want to be known across time.
Things to do. Things to do. I must do.
Deep inside the City, in the crowded part of town, sits a dual story bar & grill beneath a towering cloud.
People walk with purpose. People stumble in. It’s cold outside. Do come in.
With love, pairs march in.
With spite they meander on.
It’s a happy scene. Do party.
Giggles, smiles, hugs, and kisses. Dolls &
Gents make for car rides home.
Glares, glances, pauses, & silence. Those single wander home.
Gather here. Gather there. Gather most anywhere. This is the parade of Valentine’s Day.