What's Wrong with You? by, S.M. Bjarnson

There was a random but infinite thought that slowly drifted across my mind the other day, as I sat and sputtered off about the desperate attempt to write and fail every word spoken. So then I figured and questioned, what was wrong? With me, the story line, the characters, why wasn't it all fitting in like it usuall
y did? And then there came over me a great silence...for weeks, for days, hours, minutes, until a couple days ago I had found myself on the verge of (quitting) doubting my abilities as a writer to surpass those fictional phobias of mine. SO what do you do when the story you start to write turns around to be a misshaped lie almost? Well, Here I have found the cure, if not the solution to the noneducational problem we as authors are faced with. 
Firstly, take a break and look at your potential story, book from a new angle, whether it be from the readers perspective or those opinions of your most trusted colleagues. 
Second, Revision, re-edit, rewrite. 
Thirdly, and probably most importantly accept that changing crucial if not major things in the timeline of your outline, is necessary and for the better and bigger picture. 
No wonder it wasn't working and you kept struggling because there was something that needed taken out, before the finale was written. -S.M. Bjarnson 

A piece at a time, -S.M. Bjarnson

My concentration broke and I was at the worst of them. Breathing under strict rule of where and when I was to leave and bleed my words and to whom. My glued eyes shut I reminisce in a once victorious land. I stand alone at the battle field of the mercenaries. I am a king if not a queen to the trap of solitude. I am the heir to a terrible crumbling kingdom. With cruel intent I will seek them out to become more than just a maiden in a chamber. There will be blood as there always is the red stain among the men in history.

Wishful thinking tells us that we are longer good, we are longer able. Who is the judge in the case? The ruler that signifies us disruptive. For a short time we may live out the remaining years will a solemn prayer of being an achievement of the human race, but you see that is the mistake we are all in a race.

Hills and valleys will let us know if our succession is relevant or rather a mistake of guidance on our elders part. We are children being led away with a string or a rope, led to another world where our imagination is held captive and our irrelevant lives became purposeful.

We stood through streams and creeks remembering our fallen brothers. The cold chills turning over the aged rocks, exposing secrets my lovely sisters kept. A dark hidden past was one thing and then another when the light made it glow. Terminal, the position our beloved on us. Our potion was a category for defeat and victory was not on the contents of victory. Sacrifice on the other hand was a very big ingredient in the poison.

Fruit taken from the tempting tree were we all at the devils hands, tug graves and cutting corners. There was music in the air. Swirling the temptations of what had come and what had not. We would not last the night, the morning dew taking the place of our final determination. Trembling words fluctuated around the matters of factual and factious.

Could you remind me of my crime dear sir? Could you so ever gallantly refresh my deprived memory of the crimes you accuse of me committing?

There was a line I had drawn upon the fallen walls of the kingdom we called home. White marks leading up and down and curve to remind us we were never to be left alone in this day in this age, we were prisoners. We were the answer to the most disgusting of questions.

The solutions for a match made in ever. Our turbulence qualified for a ok landing, but there was nothing and we stood for exactly that.

A piece at a time.

-S.M. Bjarnson

Lazy as Goodbye

It was a lazy Sunday, you were going away, again.

The leaves were changing and you thought it would be a good time for leaving.

You call me up, I said what’s going on?

You said, I’m leaving.

Where you going?

Why you leaving…me, again?

I thought I told you, you can’t do this anymore.

If you wanted to be gone, you should have stayed away the first time.

You should have stayed gone.

But, now you’re back, and there isn't no changing that.

I know you’re scared, because you've never been hurt before.

You think leaving will save you from that heart ache.

But, I’m still the one here, you’re only hurting me.

Just give this a chance, a chance to be something more than a day in misery.

Now we may fight, we may curse, but baby were strong enough to get through all that trouble.

Look at me, feel this love.

Don’t be scared of tomorrow’s problems.

Because, today is today and tomorrow may never come.

Let’s live today.

Please just tell me one thing do you love me?

Do you want to be here with me?

Where you going?

Why you leaving me, again?

I thought I told you, you can’t do this again.

If you wanted to be gone, you should have stayed away the first time.

You should have stayed gone.

But, now you’re back, and there isn't no changing that.

You look at me, fear deep in your eyes.

My smile comforts you and brings hope to them.

Don’t worry, I say.

I won’t be leaving anytime soon baby.

You say me either.

I’m staying for good, this time.

 -S.M. Bjarnson

Called to GO

I got that letter the other day accepting me and saying I’m good to go.

So I’ll pack up my belongings, pack away the memories, we’ve contributed too.

Because, I think I’ll take that opportunity, think I’ll start that journey.

Been wondering if I should tell you, what I’m feeling so.

Been wondering how you feel about me and about us.

Going to get in my car, roll down those dusty windows.

I know it will be hard but, I’m going to turn my back to this place, to you, if I have too.

I’ll be gone like yesterdays sunshine.

Hair whipping in my face.

Wind blowing through my ears.

Time rolling underneath my wheels.

I got to get away, away from this place.

I got to take that chance, got to take that risk.

Got to go somewhere, going to be somebody.

So, I’m going to go. Yeah, I’m going to go…

Will you cry, will there be tears in your eyes?

Will you miss me, will you kiss me, goodbye?

Will you shout to me, will you scream for me?

Were you planning on yelling my way, honey?

Honey, Please, Don’t GO! I need you, so much, it kills me inside.

So what’ll it be…be, be?

 You going to follow me or just let me go…

I’ll take you with me if you want too, go.

Grab my hand; take the seat next to me.

Hair whipping in my face.

Wind blowing through my ears.

Time rolling underneath my wheels.

I got to get away, away from this place.

I got to take that chance, got to take that risk.

Got to go somewhere, going to be somebody.

So, I’m going to go. Yeah, I’m going to go…

As I drive away, my heart starts to fluster.

You didn’t show up to my going away parade.

Don’t you like me, like I liked you?

Maybe it could have been love.

Maybe it could have been something real for once.

I guess things change and you never wanted me the same way.

I won’t be seeing you around, so goodbye, I wave.

Hair whipping in my face.

Wind blowing through my ears.

Time rolling underneath my wheels.

I got to get away, away from this place.

I got to take that chance, got to take that risk.

Got to go somewhere, going to be somebody.

So, I’m going to go. Yeah, I’m going to go…

Guess it’s time to say so long, I take one last look around for you.

Hey is that you?

My bags are packed, yours are too.

I see you standing there, next to our departing ledge.

You’re wearing that smile that leaves me breathless.

I reach for you, guess this is hello.

-S.M. Bjarnson

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