prologue

If you've ever read posts on my other blog, The Journey's Beginning, then you probably know I rarely post except for those few posts every...three months? Well, somewhere around in there. I checked. My last post was January first, and the post before that was September fifteenth. Looking back on it, the posts used to be more frequent, but now I never feel like posting. I almost posted last week, but I decided it would be best not to. I don't really like that blog, either. The url, the name. I don't really think that's me anymore. Lose me at the sea? The journey's beginning? Yeah, not me.

I mentioned never posting on my other blog. I might never post here. It's a new project, and the last blog project I started, I stopped because I realized it was kind of pointless. Anyway, with this, I'm going to use it as a poetry and prose blog. But it's not going to be random bits of poetry and prose, because if it were just random things that I decided to write a giant long blog post about (much like this one), it would be just like my other blogs that I've started.
But let me explain something, and tell you a story.

Last May, on my birthday, I went shopping with my friend and I bought a really nice little leather bound journal at Barnes and Noble to start writing poetry in. I had never been that much into poetry and struggled to write it, but once I started writing it whenever I had an idea, I couldn't stop. I'm a writer, and poetry is a form of writing that allows me creative freedom. I figured I would just write poetry pertaining to my stories, and for a while I did, but somewhere along the lines of words that don't rhyme but have some sort of shape and meaning in their freedom, I started writing about what inspired me in my life. And now, with bits of random poetry in between, I'm inspired more and more by God my Creator. I've grown more in my relationship with Him. He has constantly pulled me closer and closer to Him, and the poetry in my journal reflects that...but I should add in places between the poetry praising God, there's poetry where I've slipped up and written other things. Because sometimes, I have an idea for a poem, and it turns into a short story with a shape to it. And sometimes, I'm inspired by nature and the seasons and the weather and those winds that whisper praise to their Creator. 

I'm a writer, and writing those super long novels is more my thing, but I have this poetry that I'd like to share. Until my books are ready to share, I want to share that poetry. The difference between a book with chapters and words pouring down like heavy rain and poetry woven into place to express certain thoughts and ideas is that a book isn't real. The characters are made to feel real, and for my trilogy I hope when people read it they'll think they could very well be an untold legend, but poetry is heartfelt. It comes from the heart. It starts on a simple idea, a random thought that appears from something the poet has seen or felt or heard, and when the pen scratches on the page the heart spills ink. Right now, the words that are being spilled are about God, and I want to share them. I'll start typing out the poems tomorrow night or whenever I have time, but for now I just wanted to the idea for this blog across. I'll post old poems from months ago, and the new poems, so long as they're about God.