"Follow me."
Powerful words.
Powerful test.
Follow me.
Into what?
With who?
Follow me.
Begging eyes,
Beckoning hands.
Follow me.
Why? Who are
we running from?
Follow me.
Who are we
running to?
Follow me.
Don't hesitate.
Don't ask.
Follow me.
Trust me.
"Follow me."
Writer's Note: The format doesn't save quite right. The phrases between the "follow me"s are indented. I'm not quite sure how to change it if it could. If you couldn't already tell this is the second and last part of the "follow me" series, a poem. Not a format I dabble in very often but one I seem to be doing more and more often. Perhaps my poem "Birdie" next.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Follow Me
Writer's Note: I'll probably be somewhat regular on here for a short amount of time then the posts will be more irregularly posted but that's how it goes. Here's one part of two that I wrote after hearing a bible passage. Neither are going to be edited for now and maybe never. It all depends. They're not religious and neither am I but we can't control where inspiration comes from, isn't that right? I've decided to post the vignette first. Enjoy
"Follow me," he said, two fingers curling up and down.
"But to where?" I asked, confused. A wall of darness lay before me, seemingly solid. I stared into it and it stared back. My pulse beat in my ears, in my fingertips, in my chest. A quick, fluttering rhythm reminscent of a hummingbird's wings.
"Follow me."
"Why? What's on the other side?" I asked. He shook his head and twitched his fingers again. I could feel my face frozen in uncertainty. Who was he to expect this?
"Follow me."
"Are we running to something? Away?" His expression never changed from the serene look plastered there, a half smile tugging at his lips as he considered me. His hand never shook.
"Follow me."
"Jesus Christ why won't you just fucking tell me? Do you have somebody after you? Or do you need to meet someone? And what is this?" I felt the anger rise like bubbles in my chest to pop in my throat. "What the hell are you doing! Give me some fucking answers!" He just smiled wider.
"Follow me."
"Do I trust you is the question I guess. Do I trust you?" I considered his sedate eyes, his pale face against the deepest black backdrop.
"Fine. Fine. I'll follow."
I took his hand and trusted.
"Follow me," he said, two fingers curling up and down.
"But to where?" I asked, confused. A wall of darness lay before me, seemingly solid. I stared into it and it stared back. My pulse beat in my ears, in my fingertips, in my chest. A quick, fluttering rhythm reminscent of a hummingbird's wings.
"Follow me."
"Why? What's on the other side?" I asked. He shook his head and twitched his fingers again. I could feel my face frozen in uncertainty. Who was he to expect this?
"Follow me."
"Are we running to something? Away?" His expression never changed from the serene look plastered there, a half smile tugging at his lips as he considered me. His hand never shook.
"Follow me."
"Jesus Christ why won't you just fucking tell me? Do you have somebody after you? Or do you need to meet someone? And what is this?" I felt the anger rise like bubbles in my chest to pop in my throat. "What the hell are you doing! Give me some fucking answers!" He just smiled wider.
"Follow me."
"Do I trust you is the question I guess. Do I trust you?" I considered his sedate eyes, his pale face against the deepest black backdrop.
"Fine. Fine. I'll follow."
I took his hand and trusted.
Monday, October 19, 2009
My First Blog
Yes, as the title implies this is my first real blogging site. I chose to do it over writing, simply because it's what I know best. I'll post some of my work and will be happy to look at something of yours if I get the time. I am in college right now so my priorities are based on that stuff first.
Sometimes I'll be posting stuff about the process or anything like that of writing.
Basically I need a site where I don't have to worry about my friend's judgement simply because sometimes I write things that are a little--controversial.
Have a nice day.
Sometimes I'll be posting stuff about the process or anything like that of writing.
Basically I need a site where I don't have to worry about my friend's judgement simply because sometimes I write things that are a little--controversial.
Have a nice day.
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