LMG 11/08/2016

LMG 11/08/2016
by S. Raynard Haynes

Relax your grip,
You hold on too tightly.
You think you rise,
As I struggle to breathe.
However,
I’m fine, I’m alright,
I will never stay down.

Set me free.
Watch me fade from your eyes,
And you from mine,
Until we are distant memories,
Of where we used to be.
Where we dreamed of going,
Until we laughed ourselves Tired.
Set free the angry, petty stings of bitterness.

As they dart and revisit,
And you get high off
Vapor and foolish dreams.

Get it all out of your system,
Cleanse the dreams,
Hiding deep in your marrow.
Wash away with the dirt and pains,
That easily to cling to your body.

LMG: Let me go.
The truth is,
I have let you free,
A very long time ago.
You were the cautionary tale,
That was told and forgotten,
In my ages of caution,
Headed, and no longer needed.

Now,
Wherever I go in life,
I laugh, smile and move on,
With my life.

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Rejection Email

I got a rejection email,
Oh, how I’ve failed.
But I you can’t tell,
I’m disappointed and misera-bell.
I try, I try, I try, I try,
For my efforts, you say “bye-bye.”
You send me away,
As quick as I came
Yes I know, “that’s what she said.”
It hurts just the same.
I thought for sure,
I had my foot in the door,
But I don’t think that anymore.

I got a rejection email
I have failed
Yet I’m a try again
Please rejection email,
Don’t be my friend,
At the very least let’s pretend
That we’ve never met.

Clutter

My mind is a clutter of thoughts today
Rough like sandpaper
Won’t smooth down
Won’t smooth my soul.

Passion’s fleeting, and flies away
So far away
So not wanting to caress
My muse and stroke my ego

So, as I stand here in my thoughts
In my clutter.
Maybe organize one piece at a time.
Take the clutter away.

Smooth out my insides
Let my passions come home to me.

Slow Start

This is a day I need to write. As I told a friend, I need to work smarter and harder at my craft. This mean working on the TV spec pilot. For the past few days I’ve been working out a couple of scenes where I wrote out dialogue and a smattering of notes for scenes. I’m trying to narrow down the storyline to a single character, if that’s possible for an ensemble story.

Perhaps it’s time to shelve this one and work on another project. My mind’s simply feeling too random, and the rewriting is supposed to make things clearer.

Haven’t done poetry in a while, and I’d like to work on a few. So today I can say I have confusion in creativity. Perhaps simply writing will make my mind work and flow stronger. Perhaps I need my mind to chill, and be happy.

Happy creative endeavors.

You Used to Love Me

You used to love me,
Then you went trippin’ off a trip,
That took you half-way ‘cross the world
It used to be,
When our eyes locked,
And our souls touched,
That our fears and shames melted away

You used to love me
Every day, all day
Then days became weeks, and weeks became months
Then you turned your back
Stomped on me
Cursed my spirit
Broke my heart
I have no doubt of your intentions
For a brief moment,
You were mine
And the world didn’t matter,
Yet you went trippin’ on it, hard.

Change of Plans

Today had my schedule going in different directions, but I’m going with the flow. Writing was a bit trick, but I had some ideas that I typed up on the cell (Pages app), and through the day.  Finally I think I have a 5-6 page document that still needs a lot of work before it goes anywhere.  Also hand wrote out some ideas.  This is all for the action-thriller story I want to convert into a TV show. Still keeping up with the rawness that it doesn’t have to be write, and all my ideas are welcome on the page.  Besides trying to create the story lines  I came up with a few cast members. Story-wise I have an A-E set of stories. I’m curious what the final process will be, but I’m getting too ahead of myself.

Last night I found myself writing poems and songs, which is rare for me, but at the same time it felt good to get back into both mediums. They’re equally raw, and need revisions, but I’m glad I put them down. I might get a few poems and songs on paper or via an app if time permits. All i can say about poetry and songs is that they tap into an emotional vein and I feel it all over. I’m saying, keep on keeping on feeling this power.

The screenplay needs work and I need to get on top of that soon. I hate the idea that it’s in limbo when I could give it some more TLC now that I have a bit of creative dynamo. My Christmas wish will be to add 40-50 more pages to this and call this draft done.  I’m a little intimidate. Frozen by the prospects  when I should not. Will keep on keeping on with that.

Happy creative endeavors.