Tempter

Climbing, borrowing of the dark
its finest gems and stolen furs,
They lost and pass unseen.

Her wild, wild eyes, slip,
Fragilely tousled hair-
An overbloom of a dream
Who looks the other way.

For such common rarities,
The strings were long set, knotted
In dangerous parallel; the sky falls
And never quite picks up.

Challenges

In the face of a new challenge, it seems that nothing can pull me down. Gravity holds no meaning in my mind when I'm told what I can and cannot do. My mind knows it strength almost too well. I am taking on a challenge of a lifetime. This is a challenge that defies every egotistical thought I've ever possessed, every ounce of confidence and self-assurance I have ever had to wrangle to pursue the hobby of my dreams and emotions.

This is the thing that shaped me into a new person, and rained upon me like the sweet tears of spring to make me anew. It has been a bittersweet, but more memorable and beautiful entity than anything my mind has discovered within itself. It now must be tested and hounded upon to the very last word. Literally speaking. Every bit of perseverence and all the little blessings that made and will make my heart leap will now be my strength and my determination through something that I've never even come close to perceiving.

In a way, this challenge is a monster. In a way, this challenge is a friend. If I follow through, this challenge may change my life.

I accept it with no fear and no worries. The bull in my mind has been unleashed, not knowing the source behind its anger nor its drive, but knowing only the red flag in the distance and the taunting matador.

National Novel Writing Month- November 2008

Look out, world. I'm coming.