Writing Exercise

While trying to keep my mind fresh in between writing pages for this story, I’ve taken up doing little writing exercises.  So, with this being my blog about my journey in writing, I figure I’d share what I’ve been doing.  Hope you enjoy!!!

First, a bit of reference (straight copy and paste) thanks to good ole Wikipedia:

An acrostic is a poem or other form of writing in which the first letter, syllable or word of each line, paragraph or other recurring feature in the text spells out a word or a message.

Here goes my initial attempt at this form of writing.  At some point, I will definitely do more, this was actually kind of fun and a good diversion from my main literary focus…..

“Suddenly, one man envisioned the intricately made exercise so intently, the room uproariously lauded yet again.  My assistant zealously escaped, making yesterday’s shameful event last forever.”

And now, a bit more reference:

Acrostics can be more complex than just by making words from initials. A double acrostic, for example, may have words at the beginning and end of its lines

Here goes:

Kindled like a fire upon being started up

Everything around me takes on a hazy aura

Vicious pains through my legs, oh how these heel spurs roar

In comparison to the back pains I’d rather the former

Nevertheless I venture on, with the focus of a samurai

Determined to face this new with all of it battles

Hope that was worth your time, you should give it a try!!!

Hiatus

Lately, I’ve been so focused on a project that I started for fun and has since turned into my first work of fiction that I want to publish. In all that time however, I’ve still be writing other things, short verses; poems; movie concepts; etc. So over the next few days I figure I will release some of these here on the blog. To those that follow me on Facebook, these will most likely be rehashes but hey, you can read them again, right?!? RIGHT?!? Enjoy!!!

Generations

A generation lost
Nothing gained
No one fought.

Forefathers set us up
To make change
So they thought.

Complacent views abound
Movements made
Now they’re still.

What has been accomplished?
Is this all?
Where’s the will?

Our status has not changed
Fifty years
Still the same.

The ills that plagued us then
Live here now.
A shared pain.

A group without a lead
When we want,
And need more.

A role with few rewards.
Movements turn
Into a chore.

Sometimes I wish my voice
Carried weight.
Undenied.

Release this Little flame
Burning deep,
Deep inside.

The problems of this world
Go ignored,
Or replaced.

By meaningless pursuits
Each new day
Goes to waste.

The television shows
Both amuse
And divert

Reality away
From this pain
From the hurt

Reality of what
We live in
Day to day.

A land that has not grown
From wrongs of
Yesterday.

When will a stand be made?
Fight through peace
Or a brawl

Who will lead who will seek
To make change
For us all.