#thegrassinthecracks

[thegrassinthecracks]

Writer’s Block

I can’t find a thing to say,

My mind’s as blank as my page,

Nothing comes out right,

Or else not at all,

I guess I have writer’s block.

  I don’t know what I want to do with my life,

Which pathway do I choose?

Further education or a job?

Stay close to home or move far away?

I guess I have writer’s block.

  What kind of person do I want to be?

Should I be kind and gentle,

Or tough, always standing my ground?

Should I live in love or defiance?

I guess I have writer’s block.

  Nothing sounds right,

Thousands of questions scream to be answered,

But I can’t find a single answer,

Never mind the right one,

I guess I have writer’s block.

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

Imperial/Spotlight Issue #2

Meet @thegrassinthecracks/Heather

Here’s a short interview:  Can you answer 3 questions first? 1. Why do you write/what do you want to say through your writing? 2. What do you want people to think/feel when they read/see your work? And 3. What do you want them to do in reaction to having read/seen your work?@thegrassinthecracks : 1) I write because it's a way to express my emotions and an escape 2) I don't mind what people feel when they see my work, as long as they feel something. I want to inspire emotion and even though I wrote each piece with my own meaning, I still think it's all open to interpretation, so whatever it makes a person feel is valid. 3) A similar answer to question 2. I want them to feel something in response to my writing, and maybe even be inspired to create their own stories or poetry or art or whatever their emotional outlet is

Check out her blog -r.p.

[thegrassinthecracks]

The early morning sun sends down its light, celebrating its victory over darkness. Glistening, its rays warm everything they touch, waking them from their slumber. Nestled in the dew coated grass, a small dandelion stands tall, reaching its head towards the sun. Desperately, it straightens its strong, green stem and stretches ever upwards, hoping for the warm embrace of morning to reach its dewy head. Once the dandelion finally reaches its head above the grass, the sunlight runs to greet it. The small drops of water on its head are filled with light, sending reflections in every colour of the rainbow across its body. Fragile and vulnerable, its seeds stand out in a circle, creating for the dandelion a delicate sphere of cotton-like feather. Its dark green stem lifts it high, holding it up to the sun.