Friday, December 20, 2013

what good means

what you don't hear when I say only "good" is something that cant really be understood 
for one who's words dont easily flow it can be hard to actually know 
what Im thinking and how I feel, what emotions are part of the deal
but 'good' in itself is something worthwhile, most people don't get even a smile

words like water and words like wine, they're sweet and they sound clever and fine
they comfort like silk, envelope like lace, in a deck of cards they'd be the ace 
yet when syllables slip from a poet's tongue, keep in mind they may be only for fun 

but when even a little flattery tumbles from my awkward mind as it fumbles
I promise, I swear, I vow on my life, there's nothing more serious, words sharp as a knife 
my simplicity is at times less than persuasive, seemingly at times way too evasive
but when I use it, simply just "good" is more than enough if you just understood
inside my mind and the way it turns, how silvery lines are hard to discern 

monotonous and artless as "good" may imply, it's really a sign of being tongue tied 
because the things you do and the things you say, leave me breathless every day 
if I was a poet who easily spoke, I still wouldnt be able to pen a beautiful stroke 
because what can I say when I cant even breathe, when all I know is you're my every need?



Zingara Brynne. 

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Call Me Zingara

It's been about two years since I've had a blog. Since the downfall of my last one I've thought about creating a new page but never found the motivation. Until now that is. Now happens to be a quarter past two in the morning on December 17th by the way.
This post has absolutely no point except to add a text onto my blog to help me decide on a color scheme.
I might as well give some information about myself so this isn't completely pointless. Maybe as a reader you'll like what you see and follow this blog in hopes of reading more content you like!

  • I'm young. Closer to twenty than ten; an upperclassman at a beautiful school where Cougars rule! 
  • I don't know where this blog is going or what it will be about. I just know I want to write things that people enjoy reading- maybe posts that will lead you to reflect on what you've read, or something that will make you laugh, at least bring a smile to your lips. 
  • I am quite the traveler, and I promise you many of my posts will reflect this detail of my personality. I have been to most of the United States (I've lived in Alaska, actually, though I no longer reside there). In addition to that, I've been to Milan, Italy, Moscow, Russia, and Istanbul, Turkey. I have friends everywhere, though my closest confidants are in Belarus, Turkey, Italy, and Indonesia.
  • I left my heart in Istanbul. You'll probably hear more about that than you can bear. My apologies in advance. 
  • I am a true animal lover, with my main fixation being on horses. Expect to read much about this. 
  • My life is a complicated mess at the moment. I know all teenage people feel that way, but I promise you I'm not being melodramatic when I say this. 
  • I've always, always been described as the hopeless tomboy who has her nose in a book when she's not romping around, but I hold true to a minuscule part of the female stereotype... you may hear about fashion from time to time ;) 
  • I am a writer. I am a poet. I am a photographer. I am an artist. 
Just the same as pretty much anybody else, I am a person, a whole person with a whole life, and that entire life is not going to fit into a post on a website for people with too much spare time; but these basic points will definitely tell you more about who I am than any other words I'd be able to write.

I feel as though my last blog was a failure in terms of my own standard for a blog due to the fact that I felt I was writing to please other people. I mean, if a person's intent is to write to keep others happy and that's what they're happy doing, then good! But I felt as though my writing was never good enough in comparison to what other people wrote about. This blog will be different. This blog will be for me. I will write for me. I will post poetry, art, my random musings, short stories, portions of my novels, current and past life events, whatever I want, and I will be pleased in doing so. My goal is to take pride in what I write, to stop comparing myself to others. 

That is all. 
By the way, you can call me Zingara