For Your Glory

I'm a Christian. I've been growing in my faith and have been challenged in it as of late. This poem is simply a statement to God that He's in charge of my life and I'll do as he asks. I'm thinking of perhaps turning it into a song (and thus adding more stanzas). Let me know what you think.


For Your Glory
God, you've got me by the hand
Down a path you're leading me
Guide me to the ends of the earth
Where I can give you glory.

God, you've got me by the heart.
Turn me from the things of death
Guide me to eternal life with you
Where I can sing you praises.

I'm here for your use
However big or small
or even not at all.
Here I am all for your glory.

~Anora Anakaya~

Gloria in excelsis Deo

~Edited by Sharon

Imagine This in Song

I'm dying
trying
to figure this out

I'm crying
sighing
at all my insecurities.

I'm lost then
found
falling to the ground

I don't know
which way to go.

Here is my soul,
turn it inside out.
Here is my heart,
I can't trust myself with it anymore.

No, I am through.
I'm leaving it all up to you.

I'm giving in,
giving up
letting go of all I held on to

So,

Here is my soul,
turn it inside out.
Here is my heart,
I can't trust myself with it anymore.

Take me.
Fix me.
Polish me up.
I'm done.
I'm tired of being confused.

I did my best.
I failed on my own.
So here is my soul for you to take
turn it inside out,
turn me upside down.
I'm giving up on doing this on my own.
Here is my heart,
I can't trust myself with it anymore.

~Edited by Sharon

Winter Break

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas (possibly Hanukkah?) and I hope you all will have a wonderful New Years' celebration. I have had an absolutely wonderful winter break and I'm dreading the return to school. I only wish there were some snow here, but alas, there is none.

Here is a little poem for you all today. Perhaps you shall enjoy it.


Newfound
I've finally got it right.
I've finally figured it out.
Peace has finally entered
this cold and rainy soul.
Never have I felt it
quite like this.
The peace is all encompassing,
never failing to ease a troubled thought.

How could I have missed it?
How did I let it go before?
Now that I have it,
never will I let it go.

~Anora Anakaya~

~Edited by Sharon

Hustle

Hustle


the rush the bustle
all that hustle
move, keep moving
don't stop
don't slow
move. Move. MOVE.

Don't stand here
amongst the crowd
blurred faces passing you
a stream and a river
of top hats and longs coats
of blue eyes and dark faces.

Don't slow US down
as we hurry and be productive
as we forget the meaning of leisure,
of relaxing and unwinding.
Don't slow us down
because you need to stand still.

Keep busy.
Do work.
Go from dance to self-defense
from yoga to your nine-to-five job
from soccer to the sports bar
from the bar to the club
from your friend's home to the movies.
Keep moving.

Lose breath and you lose.
If you can't do it,
you're too slow
too weak
too incompetent.
You body is limp with inability
a flimsy piece of paper
that can't support a dream.

So keep moving.
Be busy and hustle
follow all that bustle.

~Anora Anakaya~

Cover Your Mouth

Here is a poem to entertain you all today. I hope you enjoy it.

©2008-2011 ~NOiseMicu

My heart bleeds onto the page.
I split my vein to spill my mind
drench the page with tears,
Killing myself softly.

Out pours heartache.
The shattered pieces of my soul
cover an entire page.

Down rains love
how can I express
such things that shall
so easily be lost?

Cover your ears
Hide away your heart
you will take mine
but refuse to give me yours
Don’t listen to my words

No matter how hard

it is for me to share them.
Speak, spill your mind
let your thoughts froth forth from your soul.
I’ll listen
I’ll let you say what you wish.
But you won’t give me the same.
Cover your ears
But not your mouth.

I cover my mouth, not my ears.
The only testament to my thoughts
is the written word,
and even that you refuse to believe.

~Anora Anakaya~

Sunshine South of the Border

Hello everyone, this is Alex Arlington here, covering for Anora who has left Monroeville currently for somewhere warmer and further south of the Canadian border. Don't worry though, you'll still get a nice chunk of writing directly from the poet herself.

This week, she shares with the world exactly how music affects her in a short poem with an appropriate name.

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Music

The flowing music

the soothing sounds

the beauty of the words 

The calming effect

the dancing tune

the rhythm of the beat 

It’s not joy I feel,

not sadness or tears

It’s a sensation,

not a feeling—

an overall state of being

fleeting but true 

it’s PEACE.

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Did you like it? 

Wait, 

Don't tell me!

Rather, tell Ms. Anora Anakaya when she returns next week with her first post of 2011. 

Be sure to not take that long to check back with Life In Fiction. No! Weekly posts from myself and the rest of the staff of writers are still close on the horizon. Every day brings something new, so stay tuned.

Provehito in altum

 

~Alex

Where for art thou Anora Anakaya?

It's Tuesday, which would usually mean a new post from Anora. Unfortunately, she's not feeling the best today, so your friendly neighborhood demon of greed, Alex, is here to fill in.

Usually, "filling in" would just mean posting one of my many poems, but Joseph's piece yesterday inspired me to go a step further. He talked about love and a sort of hope that comes from such a faith that is held so respectably in his heart. As a heavily agnostic person, I don't share such a faith. So, I started thinking about a nonreligious scenario where the same love is needed, but simply isn't there. There's nothing fancy about the piece, and no title to thrill you, and (in my eyes) doesn't compare to Joseph's piece, but it shares the mood of what is really needed during this holiday season.

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I stare at all the happy people on tv. Them with their families, it’s the kind of happiness I always wish to see. There’s usually no happiness when December around. My family’s never cheery when Christmas comes to town. 

“So, what do you want for Christmas this year, Alexander?” asked my dad, changing the channel to CNN. Apparently, some starving children wouldn’t be getting a Christmas dinner. Only ten years old, I stood behind him as he sat on the couch, only half paying attention to whether or not I answered his question.

“What do I want this year?” I answered. “Maybe I want a new video game, or some music to make me grin. How about some candy? Yes,” my eyes went wide with joy, “a huge licorice tin. What do I want this year? I really want a new computer, something that’ll let me write more, something that’ll make me happy, and make my life less a bore.”

“Really, Alexander?” said my father. He turned off the television and looked back at me with an incredulous look. “No wonder I named you Azazel, you’re greedier than Scrooge!”

“Am not!” I blushed red in embarrassment.

“C’mon, look at what you’re asking me for: 1. video games; 2. music; 3. candy; 4. more candy; 5. a computer…” he scoffed. “Whatever happened to wanting hope or peace for Christmas? Whatever happened to giving to others to make their holidays better?”

“But, dad—!”

 “I’m serious Alexander… Think about all the people out there who are less fortunate, all those people who have nothing. If you’re going to be so greedy, then all you’re going to get is service hours helping the poor.”

“I just—”

“We’re done talking, Alexander.” He turned on the television and more depressing news from CNN filled the empty air between us. The only place I’d get what I wanted was in my head. That’s when it hit me. Maybe I didn’t actually want electronics or licorice. Maybe what I truly wanted…what I truly needed was for love to find me.

What do I want...

What do I need...

Maybe this year I’ll get something in between...

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Life is always harder without love from those you want it from most, no?

Check back tomorrow for a new post from Megan, I'm sure it'll be spectacular. She hasn't shared anything so far that hasn't blown my mind.

Also, remember to come back on Christmas, if you're not to busy opening presents and drinking egg nog. Along with some Christmas wishes from some of the Life In Fiction writers, I'll be posting Ankoku no Ki, Chapter 3: "Running From Fate."

Provehito in altum

~Alexander Azazel Arlington 

I cant think of a title today

Hello again! Well Joseph's poem may not have had much to do with seasons changing yesterday, but mine sure does. The snow always puts me in a somewhat poetic mood. My favorite phrase to use to describe falling snowflakes is ''drifting gently like ballerina dancers dressed in white, twirling ever so softly''. Yeah, cheesy I know but sometimes the cheesy things are the best. Anyway, I just wrote this poem last night and thought I would share it. Because of its relative newness it is without editing and without a title, so bare with me.



Hot coco
and snowy drifts
Sleds and Snowmen
A cozy blanket by the fireplace
A smile and a book
as I watch a snowball fight transpire
outside my window
Laughing kids on sleds.
Racing down hills.
On this wonderful
memory making
day off
in mid-December.



I figured last night that I should write something to do with snow days considering most of the High Schools and Elementary Schools in my area were closed. It reminded me of one day last year where everyone in my neighborhood couldn't even get out of their driveways. All the kids came out to play. I stayed inside to watch while I drank Hot Chocolate.

~Anora Anakaya~

So Tuesdays Then?

Seems like I get to post something new every Tuesday! By the way, great poem Joey. Really great.
Well, today I feel like posting one of the many pieces of poetry I wrote before I fall asleep (I try to do one everyday just to keep myself thinking). Anyway, here's one of my awful poems. I hope you guys don't hate it too much!

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Pretending


Im tired of pretending
that everything will be alright
tired of pretending that this isn't
too far gone,
that something can be saved.
This is me, laying down my arms.
I've stopped fighting,
All I have left, is my shield
to defend me from you.
And I'm not pretending
This is real.
So take a chance
put down your sword
and maybe,
just maybe,
we might be saved.

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Oh and I think Quinton might have some news coming up, so stay ''tuned'' and in the coming weeks you just may here about something new.

~Anora Anakaya~

I had a dream...yes, another one...

Hey everyone, I hope you liked Anora's first post. I know I did :)
Today, I have two items for you all. So, let's get this party started!

So, do you see the picture to the right
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Her name is Nicole Hope Anderson, and she will be the second main character the book I'm writing, titled Shattered Lies.
(Btw. for those of you who didn't know, Bleeding Truth, the sequel, is on a slight hiatus, from being finished simply because I don't have the time to edit it right now...)
Anyways, Nicole will be second only to Alex in the story which will go deep into Alex's fight for salvation and sanity and Nicole's inability to see the truth, whether in love or morality.
The story is about half way done and should be finished early 2011, hopefully Bleeding Truth will be finished by then and ready to seek publishing.
(That is, as long as I'm not too lazy >.>)

Due to some previous incidents with posting actual excerpts from Shattered Lies online, the first time anyone who's not on Life In Fiction's crew will see the story in full will probably be after I find a publisher, but, until then, let's digress onto the second item I have for you today...

The following is a personal narrative I wrote a few days ago based on a strange dream I had. I love the direction the storyline leads, so I thought I might share it with you. So here it is.

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Dream 12/2/10

"Hey Alex," she said to me cheerily as I walked into the house of Heinzel, thinking deeply about a girl who was most likely miles away at the time. The greeter's name was Amelia Heinzel, daughter of two hard working laborers of, otherwise, no importance. She was about half a foot shorter than me, but made up for her short stature with the size of her vibrant smile. She wore casual, conservative clothing, colored in bright pastels from head to toe. Her brunette, shoulder length hair was brushed back neatly, probably in anticpation of my arrival.

"Buenos tardes," I responded, attempting to match her favorable smile with a wide grin of my own. The sound of the front door clicked behind me as I gazed out into the modest, middle-class home. Turning back around, I could see how much she enjoyed my Spanish. Her smile's sarcasm always gave away the discomfort her face refused to show.

"You know I don't speak Spanish," she said while walking to me.

"Oh, I know," I laughed. In a warm embrace, I wrapped my arms around her in a large bear hug.

"You know, you're a jerk...but I did miss you." A sweet fragrance entered my nostrils. The smell was familiar, but reminded me nothing of Amelia. My mind began to drift backwards in time to the girl who would wear such a fragrance every time we were together. The perfume was unmistakable, just as the sight of how beautiful she was in my arms as we laid outside, beneath the stars that she'd one day study. That was only a week before... "Alex?"

"Hm?" Amelia's clear blue eyes stared deep into mine.

"I said that I missed you and you said nothing..."

"Oh, sorry..." The concerned look in her eyes revealed the point that I didn't want to make.

"You were thinking about her again, weren't you?"

"Yeah...I was..." There was suddenly no way for me to escape the growing tension. My mind went blank for the sake of trying to imagine a better remedy. When she released the grip of her arms upon my abdomen and turned her back to me, I knew what was coming next.

"What's so great about her anyways? What does Rached have that I don't?"

"Well, she is my girlfriend--"

"Why can't I be your girlfriend?!" The statement exploded from her mouth as she turned back to me just as suddenly.

"Because..." I stopped my words when I saw the tears forming below her once happy eyes.

"'Because...' what?"

"Nothing..."

"What?"

"I said nothing!" I exclaimed fiercefully, she shrank back slightly in shock of my tone. "Look, I came here today to tell you...that I can't do this anymore."

"What do you mean?" The tears from before had become more noticeable. Crystal-clear drops, as blue as her eyes, began to fall softly onto her delicate cheeks. Ralization had obviously entered her mind.

"I can't be unfaithful to Rachel anymore... I can't live like this!" I raised my voice once more.

"But...Alex..." I slowly walked back to the door and opened it coolly, refusing to take a second look at Amelia's sad, soaked face.

"I'm sorry, Amelia, I really am."

"Just get out of here..." she whispered meekly in a tone that would have never come from the cheery, bright Amelia Heinzel only minutes before. I complied with her and escaped through the portal. Without trying to put a bandage on the situation at hand, I left the Heinzel house in favor of the cool, calm air of a mild spring. The door closed softly behind me, enhancing the effect of the silence the neighborhood around me seemed to keep treasured so avidly. I couldn't help but think that some how the door was some sort of symbol for the relationship between Amelia and I.

A furious shake of my head dispelled my thoughts. It was all behind me. My mind had better, happier things to focus on as I walked down the sidewalk to my humble home. Later, I would go to my friend's part and see my girlfriend. Her beauty would be enough to dispel my fears and shatter the lies I had previously held so tightly.

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Provehito in Altum

~Alex