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Poem by stranger in the corner
Posted: Oct 23, 2013
Untitled and unfinished is actually the title of the...
Tags:poem, poetry, romance, life, relationships, beauty, feelings, happiness, relationship, heart, girl
Currently suffering from a severe case of writers block, and the dreaded blank page.
Will be back when i can.
Does anyone besides me even bother to read these profiles?
Born in Chattanooga, TN Stranger has lived and visited most of the United States. Stranger currently resides in TN.
I do not ask you to read my musings, because it is a rare thing that causes me to put pen to paper (someone convinced me to try, this page is the result). I am starting to have an eclectic mix of things, and even one Sci -Fi story masqurading as a romance. So I do not ask, but I will say that if you do read I hope you enjoy. I am not a writer, but I do consider myself to be a fair storyteller. I always read, I do not always comment if I have left a comment on your profile page, then rest assured you have been read.....
Thank you for stopping by.
Everything I write has a reciepient. it is written for or about someone (not always the same person) even if that person knows not who they are.
I do not do a lot of promoting, but there are two outstanding folks i would like you to meet.
First is glindagail77 (http://www.booksie.com/glindagail77) a friend and talented writer. her stuff is unique, different, and i think well written. she is the reason I am even on this site, as I do not think my own work has much merit. she convinced me otherwise.
Glinda is the friend who brought a very special person into my world, and she is the other person I would like you all to read.
She is Criss Sole (http://www.booksie.com/Criss_Sole) a very brave woman and a very talented author. (to call her mearly a writer would not do her enough credit.) her story THE THINGS HE SHATTERED weaves an incredible tale of trechery, ineptitude, curage and indominable spirit. I urge all of you who come to this page to give her a read. you will come away touched, i know i did.
A note about Angel. I started with a single line remembered from when I had first written the story back sometime in the late 1990's (also started from that single line). "An Angel Fell to Earth one day" the story was never commited to paper, or electric medium (was once posted on myspace, before I deleted my account there). So when I sat down to write it this time, I had only that single line to work from. I struggle from severe clinical depression, and have done so for many many years. As such I do not have a lot of cheery imagination, but I do have a lot of longing in my heart. So I sat down and wrote the first poem in the story, then the opening lines. When I read, I "see the movie play out behind my eyes" this time it was the other way around. I saw the story as it was created, and the words flowed. I wrote nonstop for 14 hours straight composing at the keyboard, no drafts. I was so caught up in the frenzy that I forgot to think about food, sleep, bio breakes etc. when I was finished I realized that I felt better? uplifted? I do not know a good word for how I felt. I only know that somehow it was good therapy for the mood I was in. so when I posted it I was directed to Criss Sole's story. I sat there and read her story nonstop. after I was finished, I realized that she was the Angel in the story. not figurativley either. She was whom that story was first written for all those years ago even though I had never heard of her. so I had to dedicate it to her, and the rest is history.