The Maverick

The Maverick

Never backing down,

Never saying “No!”

Never show ‘em a frown,

Always give ‘em a show!

You knocked me on my back,

You spat right in my face,

Your indifference, sharp like a tack,

Gave me a reason to cease my chase,

You held me up,

Just to knock me down,

Gave me the golden cup,

Just to strip away my crown,

Now I’m back, and here I stand,

 Try to knock me down, just see where I land!

So here I’ll stand, with a bad attitude,

Cause nothing you say can darken my mood!

So sit there and watch as your mind closes shop,

‘Cause I’m gonna rise, right up to the top!

Stars Shine Brighter at Night

Stars Shine Brighter at Night

Stricken with joy,

Laden with bliss,

Love is always coy,

Cupid’s arrow missed.

I apologize for not staying,

For I was on my knees praying,

“Praying for what?” you may ask,

I shall tell you, but it’s no simple task.

I prayed for you, to keep you glad

In times of good and times of bad,

For I will always go the extra mile,

Just to see that star-studded smile,

That’s shines and sparkles from morn till eve

Which still, you doubt, though I still believe.

So in times of good and times of bad,

 I’ll continue to pray to never see you sad,

“Why” you might ask, “For what is your reason?”

The answer is simple: “Because your sadness is treason”

“Treason to whom?” you ask with your passionate art,

I smile and say “Tis a treason to my heart,”

Brush Strokes on Canvas

Brush Strokes on Canvas

A canvas, empty, with no design or purpose,

Just waiting for one to paint on its surface…

One painter comes along, with an artistic mind,

The type that’s special, and hard to find…

The idea comes quick, but she only paints for a while,

Before she finds the old canvas vile…

With a carefree glance she casts it aside,

Throws in onward, towards the oncoming tide…

It drifts for a while, alone with no love

Swaying about with the ocean’s shove…

Until it lands upon the shore, soggy and alone

As another artist notes the potential it’s shown…

She picks up the canvas, and takes it home,

Washes off the sand, debris, and sea-foam…

Lays it on a pedestal, and begins to paint,

The depiction of angels, watching over a saint…

But she too becomes bored, and moves on as well,

Will the canvas ever make one happy? Only time will tell…

The girl moves onto a better canvas, one that sheens,

One that is special, desirable and keen…

A canvas to which no other could compare,

A canvas to which she could never, ever, share…

She paints on the canvas, and has the time of her life,

With it she finds happiness, joy, and never faces strife…

All the while the other canvas watches onward, cold and alone,

With nothing but a half-painted picture, a disgrace to be shown…

And still the canvas sits, with no design or purpose,

Just waiting for one to paint on his surface…

Forsaken (A Tale of Confusion)

Forsaken (A Tale of Confusion)

Running around with no sense of direction,

(Another carefree smile, another painful rejection.)

I feel like I’m blind in a room with no light,

(No one to keep me calm; no one to hold me tight.)

I simply reach out for a chance at redemption,

(No salvation for the fallen; no chance for absolution.)

I stumble around, with nowhere to go,

(Waiting for my last chance; my opportunity to grow)

Destiny calls, but to it, I am deaf,

(It calls me, yet evades me, like a thief who is deft.)

I call out to anyone, but no one can hear,

(My glimmering hope quashed; my one and only fear.)

Waiting for that one day, when someone will grab my hand,

(Take me from this misery; take me from this accursed stand.)

The light shan’t stay!

(The smiles betray…)

I’m held at bay,

(On this ungodly day)

And as I stall,

(The voices call)

And then we all,

(Shall surely fall)

Confliction, Affliction, Contradiction, Resolution (A Prayer for the Dreamers)

Confliction, Affliction, Contradiction, Resolution

(A Prayer for the Dreamers)

 Spiraling down,

With a poisonous frown,

And with a liar’s crown,

I slowly drown…

Thoughts imprison a tortured soul,

Who knew remaining silent could take such a toll?

Did you know that, my beloved dear,

You make the world stop with a single tear?

I would wipe it away, but am forced to pause,

Due to my nature, my resolution, my cause,

To never make things difficult, to always make you smile,

Even though it kills me, slowly, all the while,

The pain it brings is too much to bear,

For I now see that I will always care,

For you, for me,

For everything we used to be,

And what I hoped would someday be… our future

-The Illusive Writer

Heads Down, Thumbs Up (Heartbroken)

Heads down, Thumbs Up

(Heartbroken) 

Am I just a joke to you?

Is that all this really is?

The friends I have are few,

So it’s so nice to see my pain as your bliss

So sit there and laugh,

It’s not like you care…

To you, I’m the sacrificial calf,

Your personal burden to bear,

That’s all I am,

And that’s all I’ll ever be…

Why did I believe this sham?

Why couldn’t I ever see?

The truth, the lies,

The useless alibies,

So here I sit, alone, cold, and emotions hidden,

With a smile to hide my true emotion: “pain-ridden”

And never again shall I believe

This childish fantasy:

“Us”

-The Illusive Writer 

The Tears of those who were Left Behind

The Tears of those who were Left Behind

Not sure of how to feel,

Not sure when these wounds will heal.

I can’t help but feel betrayed,

Because I feel so burned and flayed,

Like a prisoner lost and scared,

Hanging on to every word we shared.

We are the best of friends,

But I’ve been following the trends,

 I know there’ll never be anything between us,

So I don’t know why I fuss,

But a part of me still hangs on,

Still watching for that coming dawn,

When you notice how I’ve waited

Ever since you two dated,

I’ve told you everything but one little thing,

I’ve held it in, but now my head rings:

“I love you”

But we can never be

- The Illusive Writer

The Importance of Time-Management

       Hello all, I know it has been a while since I have posted anything meaningful on this blog, school has simply been constraining my creativity for quite some time now... which leads into the point I shall make today. Time-Management. It is critical for all writers to plot out or at least set time aside to write or else... well... we wouldn't get anything done! Sadly, I have not been following this golden rule myself lately and have been letting the stressful situations of my life preside over the importance of taking time out of my day for myself to simply loosen up and let my mind work its magic. To all of those who are out there struggling to find the time to write or relax or whatever, make an oath to yourself today. Right now, in fact. Don't make any plans, push aside all possible distractions and simply take a few minutes to take a breather, if a writer dosen't take a break from all the stressful situations in life then he or she will not have the strength to write anything meaningful. Sometimes this works the opposite way as well, be sure not to write to the point where writing becomes a hassle over a blessing. Sometimes even the best of writers need to take a break from writing, no matter how silly that may sound. The point I'm trying to make here is that relaxation and Time-Management are two very important aspects to the concept of professional writing, keep hanging in there, and maybe today I'll follow my own example and get back to doing what I love most: writing. Cheers! - The Illusive Writer

Earth, Reborn

Hello to all, today, will share a poem that comes from the bottom of my heart. It is a poem I have poured my soul into, and I hope that it shows once you read it, enjoy - The Illusive Writer

Earth, Reborn

Paradise.

Sand whips around an Earth devoid of life and pleasure.

Water is formed, boundless, incomprehensible to measure.

Vegetation grows, quickly embracing the barren field.

Creatures then emerge, looking for one to whom they should yield.

Man is then formed, from dust and dirt, he’s created.

He was then given a wife, to which we’re all related.

There was then peace on the earth, but only for a time,

They were given everything, but it was traded for a dime.

It t’was knowledge, simply knowledge, both corrupting and so true,

That tempted Man and bought him for more than it t’was due.

And at that very moment, change came to history,

Man disobeyed his master, and charged on violently.

Creating, inventing, we humans were oh so wise,

Destroying, corrupting, we are our own demise.

We begin to hate everything, from nature to one another,

For what other reason could a man raise a sword against his brother?

For as much as we create, we destroy three times as more,

Our clouds are filled with smoke, what more does the future have in store?

It won’t be long before we decide that we are bored,

And with our hearts corrupted it breeds another war.

We shall tear down our forests, and force their inhabitants to yield.

It won’t be long before they turn into a barren field.

Our oceans will run dry, and they shall be impossible to measure.

Sand whips around an Earth devoid of life and pleasure.

Paradise?

Betrayal

Hello everyone, today I have decided to share with you all a poem of which is an allusion to the famous Shakespearean play: "Macbeth", I hope you all enjoy it - The Illusive Writer

Betrayal

Tonight, tonight, the grizzled warrior rides,

Tonight, tonight, the grizzled warrior dies.

Fly, young Fleance, for luck is not on your father’s side.

Fly, young Fleance, far from your dying father’s cries.

Murderers, three in all, shall claim young Banquo’s soul,

Murderers, three in all, shall pay sin’s mighty toll.

Macbeth doth revel at this news,

Macbeth doth know which path to choose.

The path of blood leads him astray,

The path of blood leads him away.

Thicker and thicker the plot doth grow,

Thicker and thicker the river of blood flows.

The witches doth laugh at Macbeth’s surmise,

The witches doth laugh at Macbeth’s demise.

For fate is a ship of which none can board

And those who live by the sword… die by the sword.

Into the Ethereal Mind

What else could I bring you wonderful people besides another poem written by me? Well, I guess I could bring a pie, but sadly I am too lazy to do so, so here is another poem - The Illusive Writer

Into the Ethereal Mind

Suppose if reality was merely a dream, or dreams were actually reality.

What would happen then?

What wonders would we see?

The pure thought of it all could even make the strongest of minds bend.

Would we even matter anymore,

If reality were a dream?

What would happen to all the promises we swore?

Or all the smiles that we have beamed?

And what would happen to Sin?

Or Angels for that matter?

Would we return to our kin,

And have our faiths be shattered?

What would happen to humans,

With our hearts of frailty?

Would we continue doing what we can,

Though fragments of imagination we be?

It frightens me to imagine,

A newfound world like this,

So let’s, throw this to the wind,

And let ignorance be bliss.

Inferno

Hello all, here is another poem for you all to enjoy and/or ponder over - The Illusive Writer

Inferno

Fire, Water, Earth and Air,

They fill our minds, but were never there.

The greens of the trees, and the bark of the wood,

Just because they change, doesn’t mean that they should.

And as we all sit, with our hands upon our knees,

The wind flutters about with the swiftness of bees.

Our fires grow cold, and as do our hearts,

The secrets we keep tear families apart.

So look outside and tell me,

What is it that you see?

Happiness? Joy?

Both are coy.

We

Can

Only

See

The

Big

Pic-

Ture

When our eyes are open to the heavens, and we accept what they see.

The Hunger

      I have another poem for you all, I hope you enjoy it. - The Illusive Writer



The Hunger

Ever-consuming,

All controlling,

Mind numbing,

Breath-taking.

Is this the end of me?

Was this all I’m meant to be?

A Shadow of Men’s thoughts?

A simple pawn, easily bought?

Why can’t I see that I don’t want this?

Why can’t I see that Ignorance isn’t bliss?

Instead it’s a hunger, a burning desire,

A dark and terrible forest, an all consuming briar.

It makes you think that nothing is real,

It makes you think that you can’t feel,

It makes you think that you can fly,

But instead it’s all a lie.

So take a word from me, and hold on to your heart,

Hold on to it tight, and never let it fall apart.

I'm Back! (And with a Poem)

       Hello all, I have returned to the wonderful art of blogging, and to commemorate this joyous occasion, I will share with you a poem I have wirtten in my vast amounts of free time, I hope you all enjoy it! - The Illusive Writer

Destiny: A Memoriam

Three fifths pleasure,

Two fifths pain,

Life’s elusive treasure,

Is something never gained…

With a dash of hope,

And a pinch of doubt,

We try to cope,

But battle it out.

Our dreams give us wings,

And expect us to fly,

With that, our hearts sing,

Like a dove passing by.

But our sorrows surmount our glee,

And forever it will be,

A drifting memory.

Confidence: The Key to Success

       The title says it all. Confidence is truly the key to success. I know from personal expieriance that I wouldn't be half the writer I am today if I didn't have faith that my own pieces were great. If you are not confident in your own original work then how can you expect others to enjoy it? Above all things write the book for yourself first, then craft it to the interests of like-minded individuals. If it's good enough for you, expect it to be good enough for everyone else as well. Never throw in the towel if you recieve a negative critique; just keep working at it until you get it right. Don't let anyone get you down, you are your own writer, go make something great! - The Illusive Writer

The Importance of Inspirations

       Inspirations can come from just about everywhere. Friends, family, situations, occurances, querks, all of these can give you sensible ideas and plot-lines for a project or a piece you plan to work on. I mostly find that friends are one of the biggest sources of ideas in my novels, without them, I would be absolutely no where with my work. Having a shoulder to lean on can really help you gain confidence with your work or even help you gain new and unexplored ideas. Having a role model to look up to can also be a great inspiration to work off of. Place yourself in a situation you have read about or heard of, what would you do? How would you enhance your experience? The possibilities are infinite. Just remember to make the idea yours, don't draw to heavily on outside sources or you may accidentally plagerize another's hard work and creative talent. - The Illusive Writer

A True Character

       The Knight in Shining Armor, The Dastardly Wizard or Emperor who wishes to end the Hero's existance, the Fair and Lovely Maiden who gets kidnapped five to many times, the boy who meets a girl, loses her, and wins her again, and the lifeless side-characters who are merely used as imagery. These are all examples of what one should avoid when creating characters. These Archtypes are the tried-and-true examples of most escapist literature, and although they may be easy to create, they leave the reader feeling disconnected from the piece. If you are a writer, you want to create memorable characters that will leave audiences and fans breathless with their words and actions, and as a reader, you want to experience the thrill of meeting a character who you come to respect and adore in a piece of writing. No one wants a perfect hero... no normal man or woman could ever relate to a perfect protagonist with absolutely no flaws or secret agendas so why make one? It is the hero with flaws, with weaknesses, and desires that he/she cannot have, it is these heroes that captivate readers. We want to see a fallen hero rise back up after being beaten, a man or woman who is willing to own up for their mistakes and take responsibility for their actions. While you're at it, why make the villian entirely evil? Why not give the reader a perspective on good and evil, maybe everything isn't as black and white as it once appeared. There are always shades of moral gray in between the black and white, why not exploit it? Always remember that side characters can be just as influential as main characters, and in some cases, even more influential. Remember to flesh out side characters, their mannerisms, their dialogue, their actions... make everything about them as life-like as the primary protagonist. Remember that the character you create is always a piece of yourself, a mental representation of your beliefs, thoughts, or even your physical being. The character is a part of you... why not make it as unique as you are? Cheers - The Illusive Writer

The Death of Modern Literature

          The title sounds ominous, I know, but I feel that this is an important point to address. As much as I am a fan of I-Pods, Kindles, and other popular tablets, I have a strange and utter fear that they will someday replace modern books altogether. Time and again, I see and hear people talking about how many books they have stored onto their Kindles and other storage devices along with more and more popular book stores in my community closing up shop because no one visits them anymore. Why spend twelve dollars on a book from a store when you can buy three or more for the exact same price instantly in any location? There are advantages and disadvantages to Electronic-Books or E-Books but to me, nothing will ever replace the sensation of cracking open a brand-new book. The smells and sounds it projects when you open it for the first time, the euphoria you recieve when you read the first sentence, all of these sensations are slowly being stripped away from younger readers as more and more companies push their electronic products onto the market. It makes one wonder is this truly is the death of the Age of Literature and the true dawning of a purely technological Era, a society which is completly desensitized to books and writing when downloading and typing are the new natural order of things. Will there ever come a time when this comes to pass? Possibly. I just hope it dosen't occur in my lifetime... - The Illusive Writer

My thoughts on "Joint projects"

          Today's topic of interest is something that has been on my mind for awhile. I like to label them: "Joint Projects". For those who don't know, Joint Projects are books in which two talented writers with different or similar writing styles work on a single book together from two different perspectives or in two different ways, and combine the best ideas from both into one piece. Although this sounds good on paper, I have always had my doubts about the idea... I think their is a barrier of creativity when two people work on a project. One person may think one way while another thinks in an entirely different way about a situation, causing stress and conflicts about certain areas of a book. Even with these drawbacks, Joint Projects can become very successful. If the two writers have a common idea and are 100% in synch, the idea could become something spectacular. In my opinion, I tend to shy away from the "Joint Project" topic myself, but if someone I knew or respected greatly asked me to help them with a Joint Project I think I may accept... But in any case, There are Pros and Cons to joint projects, I guess it is up to you whether or not it is worth the risk or not, cheers - The Illusive Writer

The Importance of Perseverance

          Greetings to all, I am in a melancholy disposition, so, I thought it was time to address an important issue that has been on my mind recently. Perseverance. Far too many times have I seen talented writers struggle to get an idea down to paper or try to force the imagery inside their heads onto the paper or screen in front of them. These two points are common obstacles that get in the way of writers, painters, composers, or any creative mind for that matter. The important thing to remember is that although this is common, one must never submit to the stress of what I like to call a "Creative Block" or a "Writer's Block". Take a walk, listen to some music, talk to people, excercise, play some video games, take a minute to do whatever it takes to relieve your stress. Who knows, maybe the idea you have been searching for or the word that has been on the tip of your tongue will finally reveal itself to you! Never throw away that idea you can't seem to finish, NEVER. Keep it close, try to revise it, fix any areas that seem odd or misplaced. That piece you may have just scrapped might be critically acclaimed some day! "One man's trash is another man's treasure" after all... If you are discouraged, maybe this will help: A while back, I had an idea... it was for my first novel, I had around two-hundred pages written down, but I scrapped it because I did not think that the beginning or the overall plot was processed well enough. I wrote down countless of ideas for books after that, all scrapped. Over a series of months, I had scrapped four or five well thought-out novel ideas and finally found myself at the feet of my original piece. I took some time, relaxed, and suddenly in the middle of math class (of all places) the idea hit me like a train. I suddenly went on a writing spree, and now I am back to around one-hundred pages and I've have never been happier while writing it. If I can do it, you can certaintly do it too! Cheers - The Illusive Writer 

The Love of Sacrifice and the Sacrifice of Love

        Sometimes one must reflect on an event to really experience it fully. Sometimes in life to take a step forward you have to take two steps back to see where you have been in order to clearly see where you are going. This poem is about an experience I am currently undergoing and it is also what I will tell myself in order to never give up, and to never back down. No matter how many times I shall get knocked down, like the mighty Phoenix I shall rise back up with even more determination. When life fights against you, you fight back, and prove that you are stronger.

  You look over at me, and smile again,

I try to fake a smile, tell me when will this end?

We are "Birds of a Feather," yet we can't flock together,

My soul is crippled due to this ungodly weather.

Every smile you give is a knife to my chest,

But I smile back thinking "It's just for the best,"

We want to be together,

Your the rope to which I'm tethered...

But I only wish that they could see,

The love for you that is in me,

It clouds my judgement yet fills my heart

Why can't they see that nothing will ever tear us apart?!

But for now I sit and see,

And hope I shall never be,

The source of your forbidden agony.

The Importance of Creativity

                Creativity is slowly dying. It's depressing but true, more often than not I see more and more talented individuals falling into the same endless cyle of rehashing used ideas but suger-coating them with various "herbs and spices" to make it seem original. As I writer, I know it is difficult to find origial ideas for story concepts, poems, short stories, novellas, etc. However, this is no excuse for laziness. We must work together as a unit and family of like-minded writers and creators to help each other create masterpieces of our own design, not rehashed clones of another's hard work. If you are having trouble coming up with a completly original idea, then ask others for help and support, friends and family are great sources of ideas for you to brainstorm about. As a dedicated writer, nothing angers me more than plagiarism, if you cannot come up with an idea of your own, then why steal from someone else? I would much rather come up with a terrible story idea and get it shot down than to steal another's amazing idea and take credit for it. The very thought makes me sick. If all else fails, try to find a support group in your community to help edit and brainstorm ideas for a story idea that might be formulating inside of your head. Remeber, however, to not take too many ideas to heart, even if it is a close friend whose opinions you trust, the story is YOUR piece, not theirs, so remember to make it your own. Give it your own flavor, your own spunk, if you will, and always remember to have fun with it, why write if you hate the idea your working with? Cheers - The Illusive Writer

In regards to President's Day

Hello to all, and happy President's Day! Where would we be without leaders? People who guide and protect us from harm? The answer is nowhere, for each and every one of us needs another to help guide us and protect us from harm. While you relax this weekend, remember to give respect where it is due, towards our leaders and protectors. For if they didn't exist, it is a posibility that we would not as well.

Progress

I finally worked up the nerve to share a small section of my first book with my friends the results were... all positive! So far everyone loves it! Thank you all for supporting me! - The Illusive Writer

Love's Requiem

Happy Valentine's Day to all! Here's a personal poem by me to help commemorate the occasion:

"Love like a Melody,

Love like a Fantasy.

Love does not Procrastinate,

Nor should it toy with one's fate,

Love is precious, always kind;

but always remember to keep in mind,

The pain of Love, and the pain of Loss,

It corrupts the heart like trees with moss.

And if your love and you must part,

Don't hide your tears, nor harden your heart"



The Day of Love

Hello fellow writers and friends. As you all know, tomorrow is Valentine's Day; a day of Romance, Peace, and Love. As we partake in the festivities tomorrow, let us not forget the true meaning behind the special day. Love. Some of us trivialize the meaning of the term: "Love" when we really shouldn't. To humans, Love should be one of our most powerful emotions, for who is not willing to do anything for the one that they love? It is a day of self-sacrifice, remembrance, joy, and happiness. Now it's your turn, what is love to you? Something trivial or something necessary? Comment or leave me a message below, Cheers, and have a happy Valentine's Day - The Illusive Writer 

In the works

The past two days have thankfully been very productive for me! The first sixty plus pages of my first novel are finally finished. Now onto the next 240 some... It really seems like the road in front of me is really starting to become visible. If any one is paying close attention to this blog, I want to hear from my fellow writers! What are your interests, your favorite things to write about or even your favortie genres to read! I'm curious to see what you all will come up with, cheers! - The Illusive Writer

The Origins of my Name

If you are wondering why I chose the name, "The Illusive Writer", you are probably not the only one, so, I have written a personal poem, to help clear things up.

"They call me the Illusive Writer, for what reasons? I'm not sure,

They see me lift my pen and write, for as much as my hand can endure.

It is a passion of mine, you see, for my thoughts to flow into words.

Some say they run like rivers, others proclaim they fly like birds.

However, it matters little to me,

What it is the people see,

As long as what their eyes surmise,

Does not result in my own demise.

As 'One man's trash is another man's treasure'

I seek to make my work add up to mortal man's measures.

I will perfect my work until the end of my days,

Till the Angels float down and carry me aways.

For now I am sworn to one woman, her name is 'secrecy'

For I am the Illusive Writer, and that's my cup of tea," 

The Beginning of my Journey

  Greetings, and welcome to my first blog! I am the Illusive Writer, a young student on a quest to become a New York Times Bestseller, I know it is a long shot, but I believe I have what it takes to climb my way up there. In time, I hope to grow my fanbase and prove to all of you the scope of my abilities as both a writer, and a human being, thank you. -The Illusive Writer