Lane's Notebook - Writing.Com

Feb 16, 2015 at 9:26am

I will howl upon the wind and stars , I will cast all emotions a drift. The energies which dowel within my heart , all tickle and prickle for the fact of how much I miss her, that content smile , those eyes that dance with a hint of mystery. The echoes of a frustrated mind. How is this possible to be so drawn towards another? the fact that one finds a pulling to be closer , to be happier. To roar with laughter. Ahh . Strange what one feels. Never expected to go through this phase as a writer. I grasp the theory to feel ones words , to absorb , grasp and observe the true meanings behind each letter. And here I sit with a word , a mere word . And by all means a scary word for me " Love" . By far a very powerful word , I find this particular word , might have to be pinned upon my sleeve. For I dealt I will be able to let it slip off that easily.Come rain nor snow , I feel a bizarre urgency to stand my ground , to hold back the tides that would come between me and this person. A predator instinct to protect , yet a strong humbleness in ones own soul. I have grasped and overcome "hurt" before and am proud to replace it with such a treasure as I have today.

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Lane

Jan 31, 2015 at 6:13am

I walk upon the land with a smile, I walk upon the land with eyes of jewels. Oh how you fall prey to my imagination. To absorb the lifestyles of others , to watch as if a bird of prey. I walk among the grumpy , the irritated , oh and might I say... mmm the delicious anger. I bite deep within the negativity that is cast out upon the wind around you. I am but a shadow , a thief . For you are more than just a person to me , oh no you are but a guardian , a legend! a main character! Guarding that small door to my next new world.

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Lane

Jan 26, 2015 at 5:26am

The next chapter in this world , shell begin with you

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Lane

Jan 18, 2015 at 1:49pm

Frustrated , anxious , angry. The ingredients to the worst atomic bomb. I have been feeling the emotions spiral deep within me at late. Not making sense to what is the cause. I find I have shooting pains of hurt striking within my heart. I seek the truth , yet feel it subside to an ease to focus on fury. Right now I am not making any sense. However I have hope. I have hope for the new day.

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Lane

Jan 18, 2015 at 5:01am

We are guardians of an elite team , we are the puzzle pieces that laze about the surface of the floor , we are but lost and confused . However we are having a great time , a dance of life within this world so untamed. Raised up one by one , to be filled into the next empty slot. ! So grasp that power and beam up with that wide eyed smile.

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Lane

Jan 15, 2015 at 3:52am

Miss the days of the thunder ,The days that roared with heat and emotion. The days the wind would slice through the grass , the sting of rain that spat in your face as you grasped that throttle even harder. The lick of tar in your month and the feeling of anything could happen!

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Lane

Jan 14, 2015 at 4:02am

I stopped writing for a long time , A long time as in four months. During this so called break. I drank and partied as hard as I possibly could . My aim was to destroy the mind , destroy this so called curse I have created. A curse of constantly thinking , observing and dare I write it , absorbing. In this long tiring process , I landed up throwing my name away countless times , forming friendship with the wrong crowd , and becoming a whole different person entirely. I know right! all done in a mere four months. However the time stepped in, where I cast aside these emotions and struggles. Well basically I got off the floor I was sleeping on , took off my jacket , flicked my sticky long hair out of my eyes and walked out into a new world. I am back ,harder and hungrier as ever. And in doing so I have thirsted the pages I read , drinking and nourishing my once broken mind. I gaze upon the world with windows of opportunity. I recommend this to anyone. However I will admit , my mind , imagination , and thoughts felt as if a spider had webbed across them. It took awhile dusting and cleaning the brain. However here I stand gazing across the forest. And oh! this smug like smirk sweeping across my face, will last for quiet sometime.I am no rockstar , no , and I am no rockn Rolla. No that was a gimmick for me to attract the opposite sex. I am , and will always be a writer.

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Lane

Jul 15, 2014 at 10:08am

A book can possess a whole different meaning to what is actually stated. Secrets within the book can tell you quite a lot of what the author has gone through , or what he/she is feeling. Ah thus said , the key is within the wording chosen at a particular time. Making Words transform into jewels and letters into mere gold pieces. That said what you grasp within your hands is way more than just a bundle of papers with scribbles upon it. It is but a treasure chest!

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