Writing Prompt Wednesday

WPWEDNESDAY

Hello Writers,

The three writing prompts for the day (October 29th) are listed below. Choose one of the prompts and post your poem or short story in the “leave a comment” section.

Writing prompts are a great way to practice your writing, share your creations, and to see how other writers think. Remember to add emotions, describe the scenes, use your senses (smell, sight, taste, touch, & hearing), be descriptive, and don’t hold back. 

1. Write a poem about homelessness using mostly similes and metaphors. 

2. Write a short story about a dream you’ve had recently. 

3. Write a poem that has a color at the end of every line.

I Chose Writing Prompt # 1

The concrete is my bed
Cardboards are my sheets
A smile is my hope
A hot meal is my reach
The strangers that walk by
See me as a leech
They have no idea 
That my heart lost its peace
Degrading like castration
My future’s as bleak
As a bird without wings
It’s unsettling to me
My heart’s as cold as ice
Towards the hand that I’ve been dealt
No money, no life
No warmth to be felt
A hard knock life it is indeed 
I can’t wait for the day
That this darkness sets me free
:::Written By Renee Brooks:::

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The Magic Of Inspiration

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Do you ever wonder where inspiration comes from?

I certainly do.

My mind comes up with all kinds of ideas of where these flashes of insight called inspiration may come from.

Sometimes I envision a yoda like creature (in stature), with closed eyes, a huge smile, and a spiral in the center of its forehead. The creature doesn’t say anything, but it does beam information to me. If I am tuned in, I pick up the creature’s signal, and it’s translated into my reality as an idea.  Hahahaha I have quite the imagination. While that may not be the perfect explanation of where inspiration comes from, it certainly is an entertaining idea.

What Inspiration Feels Like To Me

Inspiration for me comes in the form of scenes or rhythmic sentences. I’ll hear words come out of no where that sound almost like a spoken song. The voice is my voice, but it’s calm, assured, and soothing and the words that it speaks are unbroken. Just a few lines, like poetry almost. I know that it’s time for me to write when I hear that voice from within.

Or I’ll see a scene that comes out of no where. It’s almost like a movie screen will show up and on that screen I’ll see characters. I don’t know who they are at the moment or what their destiny is. All I know is that I follow the scene in my mind, and it usually turns into a novel. That’s exactly what happened before I wrote Journey Through Sattara.

I saw a flash of a young boy running as if he were running for his life through the jungle. The boy stopped abruptly and something caught his attention. The scene (in my mind slowed down – almost like a slow motion video), and I followed his eyes to what caught his attention. It was a beautiful young girl who had tribal marks like him, but the marks on their faces were different, their demeanors where totally opposite, and their intentions were as different as night and day. I knew at that moment that I had a novel on the way. So I followed my impulses, sat down, and started to write.

Honoring Your Inspiration

I honor my inspiration by acting on it. If I get flashes of an idea – I write them down. If I get an impulse to visit a website or listen to a video – I do it. If I hear the melody of a song I know well – I play it.

We get impulses for creativity all day everyday. The key is to honor those impulses. Sometimes they come in bits and pieces. You don’t always know exactly what to do with those bits and pieces until the full picture comes together, but it’s important to write your ideas down anyway. There is no stupid idea. Sometimes we get a glimpse of something that we are to do, but there may be some other pieces that you have to collect along the way before moving into creating that idea. Don’t get discouraged. If it came to you as an idea it’s relevant in your experience.

How To Get Inspiration Flowing

Sometimes when you’re lucky, inspiration will rain down like a waterfall. Other times you may find yourself stuck and unable to come up with fresh ideas. I will give you 5 tips on how to get that “waterfall of inspiration” flowing again.

1. Step Away – sometimes we are so wrapped up in our work that we create blocks within ourselves. Sometimes it’s best to just walk away for a few minutes or even an hour. Get some fresh air, enjoy a bath, take a nap. Do anything to ease your mind. When you return to your work you’ll feel refreshed and ready to create from a renewed perspective.

2. Listen To Music – there is nothing that evokes a mood or feeling better than music. There is something about music that just lifts the spirits if you’re down and helps you focus if you are feeling scatterbrained.

Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and life to everything. – Plato

3. Ask For Help – I know some cringe at the idea of going to their friends or family and asking for help with their babies (the projects that you put your heart and soul into), and it’s a good thing to cringe at the thought of that because I am not talking about that at all. What I mean by ask for help is – ask the Universe, the Powers That Be, the Great Spirit, God, or whatever you want to call the benevolent force that lies within.

It’s simple. No matter what your artistry is, when you sit down to create you have an intention behind your work. Although you may not know all the details you still have a feeling of what you would like to write, sing about, or create. Just ask the universe for help. Just say, “I have an intention to inspire, to uplift, to add value, to really create things that mean something to me – where do I start?” You’ll be surprised at how quickly inspiration starts flowing to you. Keep an open mind, listen for the signs, and trust in your intuition. Damn that’s good – I need to follow my own advice. 

4. Check Out Different Artists & Artistry – I can’t tell you how many times I have been inspired to write simply by looking at a painting that moves me. I am far from a painter, but I do believe that everything is connected. Sometimes I’ll see a piece of art and I’ll know that when the artist was creating that painting he or she was tapping into broader inspiration. In other words – that painting was created for me to get inspired by. That is the beauty of the spirit that is greater than us. It knows us intimately and knows what will evoke the greatest out of us. So check into different artistry, read different genres of books if you are a writer, go to a museum, listen to music, or simply check out the artistry of the Great Spirit by going outside in nature.

5. Create From Your Heart – there is no other way to get inspiration flowing quicker and more steadily than creating from the heart. So create things that matter to you. Create pieces that inspire you. Write words that open your heart. Honor inspiration that comes from your soul and that represents your values, ideas, and beliefs. When you do that, you’re so authentically in your own flow that there are no blocks. It’s you flowing the best of you.

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Thanks for reading!

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The Path

Path

long and arduous

or stop and stare

 

filled with joy

or bouts of despair

 

look up it’s heaven

or the devil’s down there

 

savoring every moment

or engulfed by fear

 

tiptoeing as if the grass were asleep

and twirling around with the wind as it speaks

 

gloom & doom as depression creeps

or move along with my heart at peace

 

is this right

or is this wrong

 

am i weak

or am i strong

 

am I powerful

am i divine

 

or am I cursed

and running out of time

 

along the path, the path i go

where i’ll end up, no one knows

 

:::written by renee brooks:::

The Top 5 Reasons I Love To Write

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Reason #1: To Express My Thoughts & Emotions

If I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad. – Lord Byron

It’s so true, isn’t it? There are so many other ways to express yourself, but for me writing seems to be the way that is most natural. I could have easily just picked another craft to indulge in, but there is something about writing that just delights my soul. With so many emotions and thoughts flowing through us there has to be some kind of outlet.

For as long as I can remember I carried a notebook around with me. Whether it was venting to my best friend about my annoying teachers back in high school, writing letters to those who hurt me deeply, or just writing down 100 reasons why I loved someone near and dear, writing has been a way to make sense of all the emotions and thoughts that flow through me.

Reason #2: Freedom

If I wanted to write a story about pink fairies, in purple dresses, dancing around a small pond filled with sugar – I could!

I love that writing has no restrictions. I can be as sinister or as ethereal as I want to be. When I put pen to paper there is no telling what my crazy mind may conjure up. I can go as far as I want to go, dig into any topic that delights me, travel to the darkest corners of my mind, and excavate treasures that are beyond my wildest dreams.

There is freedom in writing and freedom is what our soul cries out for.

Reason # 3: I Am Judge, Jury, & Executioner

And I don’t have to feel bad about it either. I love the fact that I am the one who sets all the rules in my writings. I am the God of the story! I give all of my characters their motives, intentions, desires, and their path. I get to say who stays and who goes. It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it!

As writers, we get to create and govern the worlds that we dream up. We are the police officers, the priests, the wanderers, the lost souls, the animals, the rioters, the angels, and the demons of our stories.

Reason # 4: I Get To Experience Different Parts Of Myself

Ohhhhh how I loved experiencing myself as a black panther named “Jungle Cat” in my novel Journey Through Sattara. The power and influence of that animal in my story helped me see the power and influence that I have within me. (*Spoiler Alert*) The fact that I could dream up an animal that plays such a huge part in the survival of Ne’Ya and Su”Ma (the two main characters of the novel), is amazing to me. The characters that we give life to in our stories are the parts of ourselves that want to be expressed. Who knew that I was that powerful, that fearless, and that instinctual? If you haven’t read Journey Through Sattara yet, it’s about time that you get a copy.

Reason #5: For The Fantasies

“Why can’t you just say it? Are you attracted to me Mr Jones?”

He didn’t answer. He just dropped his head again.

“I think I am going to head home now,” he said as he put the glass to his lips to finish off his drink.

“Why?” I asked curiously.

“Because if I stay here, I am going to be very disrespectful to you.”

– Excerpt From My Novel Hooked On The Jones

It doesn’t matter if we say it or not – we live in our minds. We are always daydreaming about things that society would deem inappropriate. Writing helps us act out those fantasies without causing too much trouble. The character Leslie that I dreamt up in my Hooked On The Jones book is smart, sexy, and well put-together. Those are all qualities that are acceptable in today’s society. (*Spoiler Alert*) But add a Manhattan apartment, a powerful business man, and a few drinks and suddenly you have a scene that if lived out in real life, would have your momma smack you across the face.

We have all dreamed about crossing boundaries and doing things way outside of our character. Writing allows you the freedom to do it, but without ruining your marriage or life afterwards.

In Closing

Writing is a way of life. It’s how we express ourselves and communicate how we feel. We create worlds with our words and words have power. I have always believed that. You can write a few sentences and crush someone’s spirit to the point of no return or you can write a story that inspires a nation, that heals, and that unites. My book Mother Father God is a perfect example of that.

Writing is in me. I may not form my sentences in ways that everyone deems appropriate, but there are stories to be told, and energy that would like to be expressed. I write because I believe I was chosen to write. I believe there is Great Spirit that has something to say and it comes to me (in the form of inspiration), because I am the perfect person to say it.

I don’t know why, but apparently it sees something in me. It sees something in the experiences that I’ve gathered throughout life. It sees something in the way that I put words together. It feels something in my heart that is a match to its spirit. What could be more exciting than an unseen force wanting to speak, and choosing you to script the story that it wants to tell?

How about you? Why do you love to write?

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A Brand New Role – MOTHER

I’m A Mom!

I can’t believe it’s been almost 7 months since my last post. Wow, how time flies! Alot has transpired in that amount of time, and I am blown away at how quickly life can change. I stand here in disbelief as I look at my son and remember the article that I wrote not too long ago about being unwed, having no children, and being unemployed. In what seems like the blink of an eye – the “no children” part of my life was replaced with great joy!

On August 13th, 2014 I gave birth to my first born, NOAH. In addition to the other titles I hold in life (writer, blogger, self-published author), I can also add Mother to the list! I have always wanted to be a mother for as long as I can remember. I can finally say that, that dream has come true. I never thought that I would have children later in life. According to my plan, I was going to graduate high school, go to college, get a good paying job, get married, buy a home, and have two kids by at least the age of 25. Ummmm yea, it’s funny how things don’t turn out the way that we see them in our heads.

I did graduate high school, but that “college, nice house, married and 2 kids by 25 dream” did not happen. I am 31 years old and I just had my son. It’s funny how life turns out so differently than the way that you plan it. I have no complaints right now though. I am sooooo happy that I did not have children early. It takes ALOT to raise a child. I am not just talking about financially, I am talking about mentally, emotionally, and physically. I don’t think that I could have handled having two kids at age 25. I had to be ready, and I am so glad that God had a different plan for me.

I Don’t Want To Just Be A Mom – I Want To Be A Great Mom

I now have the son that I have always wanted, and with that comes wanting the best for him. He is 2 months old, and he looks up at me with such eyes of wonder and excitement. His stare sometimes seems like he’s waiting to absorb my words or waiting for me to teach him something new about life. My response to his innocent wonder is a teary eyed look back in his direction because sometimes I feel there is no way that I can give him all that I feel he deserves.

I, myself, am trying to find out where I fit in, in this life. I have not the slightest idea how to teach him the ropes of life – so to speak. I haven’t mastered life, and honestly I don’t even know where to begin when it comes to satisfying that curious look in his eyes.

I do know however that I have plenty of love to give him. There will not be a day that goes by that he doesn’t receive a kiss good night and good morning from me. There won’t be a day that goes by that he cries for my attention, and I am not there. There won’t be a day that goes by that he doesn’t know how special he is to me, and how just his smile brightens up my whole day.

My Real New Role

My new role is not to just be a mother. My real new role is to be a listener, to be a protector, to share my failures with him and my successes, to be honest with him, to let him know that the road is not always easy, to let him know that it’s okay to be himself (always). My new role is to be his comforter in times of sorrow or pain. To be his cheerleader when he’s at his highest point and his shoulder to cry on when he’s at his lowest.

Honestly, I know that all mothers wish they could go ahead of their children and place little markers along the way that warns them what to stay away from, and that eases them towards what is most fulfilling. I wish I could! I wish I had a GPS that told me exactly where my son was going. I would prepare the way so that it was the most comfortable and so that he wouldn’t get his heart broken or experience too much pain along the way.

As a mother, I don’t ever want him to feel any pain, but I know that, that is not possible. He is going to go through things that I cringe at just the thought of, but I will be there to love him through whatever it is that he experiences.

The Hardest Job In The World

It’s funny how for that past few years I have called myself unemployed. Now I can say that I am a stay-at-home mom. There is no job on the face of this earth that is more difficult than being a mother. It’s not only that you tend to the house, do the cleaning, and make sure the ship runs smoothly. It’s that you do all of that and do not get a dime for it.

Don’t get me wrong, I will do anything and everything for my son, and I don’t need any money in return. I love providing (in whatever way I can for him). The point that I am trying to make however is that sometimes mothers are taken for granted. It’s not that we ask for anything in return it’s just that it’s nice to hear “thank you” sometimes. It’s nice to see that all the love and nurturing that we put into the household and raising the children is appreciated sometimes.

Imagine getting spit up on several times a day, changing dirty diapers, cooking, cleaning, hearing your name called 50 times an hour, getting no sleep, being looked at to provide all the solutions to every problem, with no pay, no vacation, and no time off. It’s a difficult thing to do. It’s not easy at all, and although I am not at the stage where I hear my name called 50 times a day, I know plenty of mothers who are. But I am a mom who gets very little to no sleep and that’s expected to clean and cook and keep everything else together.

For me, it’s easier than some others because my significant other appreciates all that I do, and helps out tremendously, but there are some mothers out there who do not receive the thanks that they deserve. I want to say,

“You’re A Warrior and Thank You For All You Do!”

In Closing

I am excited to see where this new chapter in my life is headed. I appreciate the entire pregnancy experience. It was beautiful and I wouldn’t trade my son for anything in the world. I love the idea that he is an infinite ball of possibility, and that he can be, do, or have anything in this life that he desires. My job is to just be there to encourage the best out of him at all times. Sometimes, I don’t think I have what it takes to raise a child, but other times I breathe easy knowing that if I didn’t have what it took – Noah wouldn’t be here. So I must step boldly and confidently in the direction of all I desire and that itself will teach him all he needs to know in order to do the same.

Thank you so much for reading!

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