Circus in Me, S.M. Bjarnson

Super excited!!!! Here is a sneak peek of my new upcoming novel! The Circus in Me, due out January 2014, finishing touches, in the works!

Have a happy Thanksgiving or you're own holiday celebration!!

-S.M. Bjarnson

Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving!!!! To you

I'll tell you the Truth

I'll tell you the truth if you whisper the secret I've been longing to hear. Devouring the knowledge of cutting it dear. I wanted this moment I considered a notion the type of person that runs from fire but not from flame, I loved you today as you walked my way as you ran your fingers across my path. In the heat of a second the world had changed and I was alone in the snow one day. Do you recall the temptation of us all? Will it end how evidently the world suppose to end? In brimstone and destruction, leaving notes of creation.

Tell me I was wrong about the whole thing and suddenly just suddenly they remove the ties of time and the heroes from their story lines how dare we manage or manipulate the wrong and right from our lives! Bad. Did we honestly need more to crave and opposite of good or great or wonderful. Bad, a three letter word leading us no where but down. Bad spelled backwards is called dab. Dab away the insecurities that bad has left on us and we leave the image of it on the word.

Are you Afraid?

"Are you afraid to change or is it in your DNA to stay the same? Is it the wind that takes you places or leads you far and astray? May the teachings of the prophets lead you where in your heart and mind you truly want to be, for if not you will end up diseased and forgotten by the sea."


-S.M. Bjarnson

The Outside of Ever Awaits You...

As I sit around this old office building, wondering if I will ever get out of this small town. In my youth it was all I had ever dreamed about, it is all I ever dream about now. Freedom. Independence. It’s all I have ever needed to feel alive, all I ever wanted in my life and love. But, that’s a different story; love.

I wake up in the morning of the bright light, wondering what I am still doing here. It is not nightmares that stray me from my sleep. It is thought of no escape that drifts me away from the rest and peace. I sigh at the clock and turn to my pillow, what more can a heart take when it is stuck in this rut; a dirty rut with no passage ways of exit. Plans I have and plans I keep, I look forward to the future, because after all it is all we have to look forward too. Wouldn’t you agree? Sometimes at late at night I do not wish to sleep or slumber, I wish to close my eyes and dream of the possibilities. Snow falls outside my weary window, the wind breaks my train of thoughts, the outside of ever awaits my sleepy toes, my journey to begin. Times have changed and bones are breaking, the Winter’s are colder and my nights get longer. The imagination of my dreams no longer lingers on the borderline of my dozing conscious, nay I say; they are but free and vividly alive. They jump on my walls and hop on the fence; I smile at their childish games. I spend time wondering what they want, why they have come out of hiding to amuse me and mingle with the narcotic temperature. I let my thoughts take me and let they rush back to me, I am asleep once again, no room for breathing. Trees crackle at my doorstep, as natural animals take their course. They plead with me, oh darling they say. Wake up today and come out and play. If only for just one minute, if only for just one hour, I may take the course and follow their foot prints, and then maybe I will learn once again how to sprint, freely.

-S.M. Bjarnson

Indie & Debut Author Interviews: S.M. Bjarnson, author of Tangled Tears

Indie & Debut Author Interviews: S.M. Bjarnson, author of Tangled Tears: Author Bio: I began my writing journey at a very young age. Creating the foundations of Tangled Tears in my youth. There began to gro...

Change The Things! :)

I'd like to say things change things, but in whole honesty, we do! Time is created by human beings. In space, the milky way universe all our lives are timeless. We have no birthdays. No need for retirement countdowns or fundamentals of whereabouts or arriving on schedule.
Did you notice when you closed you eyes that space and time went on without your approval? Without the very distinctive vision of how you planned your days?
I'll remind you now, we are all in this together. We are the visions. We are the protocol human resources of life and leisure. Remind yourself you are human! In a case I would love you to refer is that you are made of the earth.

You are also made of the galaxy and stars. Think about it!

Broaden your thoughts and determine your output, you ultimately are in control to finish the project or goal!

In the end you will be the only one standing in that curious cranium, believe that you make it possible.

Believe in your ways!

-S.M. Bjarnson