Novallic

Light was the gift you spoke into the darkness of my hurt. Kind words do travel...

Mellie wanted to accomplish fantastical feats of prose. She sat there staring at the large blank page of notebook paper, clicking her pen furiously to signal the flow of ideas from the recesses of her thoughts to the ink on paper. Thousands of ideas passed through her mind during these moments. Thoughts of high castles, mischievous clocks, and a nefarious pizza boy who stalked houses for tips came and left her in an instant. She sighed and began cautiously. Each word seemed foolish when made concrete between the lines of notebook paper. Each thought given life cut to her sensibilities. How could she think such things? How could she make som

Mellie always wanted to write when she didn’t have the time to do it. This curiosity always astounded her. She interrogated her brain on why it chose the worst times to have the best ideas. She steeped her hands in the nasty soup of the kitchen sink. Her ideas grew more wonderful and concrete as she absently scrubbed the baked on mess from last night’s dinner. Of course, the best ideas always came when chipping away the remains of a macaroni dinner. The hard cheese tendrils stuck fast to the inner rim of the pot. She pressed down on the pad of fine wire and released the helpless dish from the food’s evil clutches. After th

I heard you singing alone. You thought no one was listening. So sweet was the melody... If only I had the courage to tell you I heard you.

All the good hearts begin to rescind When they hear the call from the devil within Think on your sins, they call out to spin The ideas in our minds that we've willfully binged Confusion and chaos is all they can bring us When times seem to falter, call out Holy Father But to me there's no answer, just rhetoric and banter Prove to me that it's not all lies But in reality religion is just a disguise That death can be of comfort when you know where you are going With heaven and hell there is no fear of demise Take it away as we've taken ourselves And we're left with insurmountable wealth Though were living in fear of where to tread No one really

Closing in The walls are closing in Freedom isn't free Chains and bonds hold me down As far as the eye can see My heart is lost to disconnect You can't have compassion without pain The suffering and tears I've cried Have filled me with disdain Closing in are the walls around me As far as my eyes can see Emotions strung, swords are swung I'll fight until I bleed I'll fight until my dying breath I'll fight until I'm freed

Mellie has a muse and an inner critic. During spurts of creative energy, she wondered about these two figures that pushed and stifled her writing. In times of deep contemplation, she couldn’t help but think of them as actual people whispering over her shoulder. The muse and the inner critic both resided in her brain and provided Mellie with her best ideas. Her muse was supportive and bubbly. Let’s call her Aria. Aria is known to flit about the room and everything that caught her eye led to one idea and then another. Just last week whilst looking outside a dirty window, she saw a tree innocently swaying in the wind and wondered i

I sipped your sweet promise consumed every lie your voice warmed me to burn. Ashes I was almost until I fought free. Scarred, yes, but safe now from you.