As defined by (of all places) Urban Dictionary:
1. This person is in love with love. They believe in fairy tales and love. They’re not to be confused as stalkers or creepy because that’s not what a hopeless romantic is. All hopeless romantics are idealists,the sentimental dreamers,the imaginative and the fanciful when you get to know them. They often live with rose colored glasses on. They make love look like an artform with all the romantic things they do for their special someone.
“Angie is a hopeless romantic,she’s always writing beautiful love poems to her boyfriend Mike.”
“Jack is such a hopeless romantic, he’s always bringing flowers and doing the sweetest things for his wife.”
2. A hopeless romantic is not the same as a hopeless flirter. A hopeless romantic dreams of who they will spend the rest of their life with and what the two of them will do together. They want to be romanced with sweet simple things and the thoughtful amazing surprises. They dream of being loved but also loving somebody. They don’t just want somebody to hold them. they also want to hold someone. They realize that love isn’t just about one person but both people. they are hopelessly in love with being loved AND loving back.
“My friends is a perfect example of someone who isn’t a hopeless romantic. She says she wants to be romanced, but she flirts with every guy. And I mean EVERY guy. She calls herself a hopeless romantic, but shes not. Once she has a guy that just wants to love her, shes get bored after two weeks and then when he gets a new girlfriend, she suddenly likes him again. Thats not hopeless romantic. Thats just hopeless.”
3. Hopeless Romantics are NOT hopeless per-say, but very true, caring, and loving people. They are “NOT MADE FOR TODAYS STANDARDS”, sadly. They believe in passion, chivalry, and true love. They have loved sincerely at one point in their life, discovered what love feels like, and can’t understand why it was not returned in the same form. Hopeless Romantics are usually dreamers, idealists, and sincere, however what they expect in any relationship is a full return for their effort and caring, to be loved as much as they loved. What makes them “Hopeless” is the fact that they are few and far between in todays daily life, and usually get let down in the long run, even though they gave all they had to give, money, love, time, housing, belongings. Hopeless Romantics give 100% ALL the time, and hope for the same in return.
Hopeless Romantic – “One Day you’ll find someone who appreciates you, loves you, you gave so much, you were so true and faithful, you did EVERYTHING RIGHT.”
While reading the times and looking out the window,
I wonder sometimes as to why I am being watched,
constantly by the carbon products of my internet life.
The drilling of information seems far exceeding my needs, yet
before I begin with my microblogging nuances, I feel the need
to read the newspaper which is still dutifully delivered to my door every day at 5am.
After I have had my fill of coffee, a bite of a bagel, and a story
about the city council asking for another municipal bond,
I find myself on the computer, hunched over my keyboard
just as I was 15 minutes before I fell asleep last night.
I look at my screen and it’s slowly giving me a headache,
yet I cannot stop myself from punching keys
and making more words and telling a story.
How quickly and easily they flow out
like water spilling out of a river
and into a waterfall of endless ideas.
The time passes and I do not care
that I’ve been here, typing for well over 4 hours now
and I have no intention of stopping anytime soon.
Who’s to say I won’t just fall asleep
at the keyboard and end up smashing my face
into the keys as it comes falling down to my desk.
And if I do, I won’t care.
This beautiful rage swelling out of my heart
will not stop and I doubt that I ever will.
It’s forgiveness to write for my lack of continuity,
but only if I work from sun up till sundown.
I’ll type till my fingers are numb
at times and I often feel like I’ve accomplished
some great feat even though it’s just typing.
Sometimes I will start in the morning
and won’t stop till very late at night,
after the moon has graced us with its presence.
When I work during the day, I regret it
at times because I think I work better
when its 2am and I am sipping on some sort of fruit juice.
As the words pour out and the juice hits my palette,
I think of how I will feel when I am finally done
writing and what my words will sound like
to other people as they read them.
I’ve grown accustomed to that feeling
because I know that regardless of how I feel
when I am done writing,
I will just do it all over again the next night.
Over and over again until I have something
that resembles a novel that is alright,
and no one will buy it.
When will you realize the state of the world
and the state of your life
and your life that isn’t what you want it to be?
When will you come to the point where something
will mean so much more than what you think it does
and you will want to live for more than just that other person?
I don’t know how I am supposed to feel
when I have nothing to look forward to
and I think all of my accomplishments are pointless
and will soon be forgotten after I die.
I don’t know how I look through other people’s eyes
because I’ve never looked in a mirror
and felt the sense of urgency that I am supposed to feel for the day.
How can I ever forgive myself for lettering go
way too soon and how can I expect you
to keep your promises about subjectivity and serenity?
How can I expand my mind and minimize my pain
when I watch the world move on by and not give a damn
about what it is I have done in this world.
It seems like this used to be so much easier. I have been working on a certain piece of my next work, and I’ve written pretty much any scene you can imagine, complete with details, but this one is just a little harder to write for some reason. I think this scene is challenging because the scenery changes quite often, sometimes from page to page and getting into detail each and every time, while not required at this point, is something I really want to nail as certain details will play out over the course of the book. I am ripping my thesaurus to pieces and it actually feels really good. I’ve always worked with the aid of one and now I am looking even deeper, but not too deep as I don’t want to start using words so remarkably obscure that it challenges the reader to the point where they are picking up a dictionary to understand half of what I am saying.
Planting seeds is actually easier because of the type of book I am writing. As previously mentioned, this work will explore other aspects of the characters lives not previously looked at. I find myself wanting to skip certain parts to get to those that I have outlined in greater detail. Some of the chapters are also providing more of an emotional benefit to me than others.
That being said, I have an offer from another reader to proof some of my newer work which is always welcome. I doubt that I will be offering first drafts for proofing as a ton of changes generally take place from 1st to 2nd draft. Hopefully this will get easier and I will being to push through this chapter.
While the first book definitely had a handful of synchronized moments that were never truly meant to sync up in any formal way, I have decided to continue to explore this interesting and not often studied phenomenon. I liked the feel it gave to a couple of scenes in the last story so I want to see how far I can take the concept without it making the story seem to stylized and hokey.
For those of you that are unaware of what Synchronicity is, I will reference Wikipedia: Synchronicity is the experience of two or more events, that are apparently causally unrelated or unlikely to occur together by chance, that are observed to occur together in a meaningful manner.
Some may try to form a relationship between Synchronicity and irony, trying to see them as the same thing. However, they are both independent of each other and have different meanings. While irony is usually seen as an unexpected occurrence or result somehow related to a particular happening, Synchronicity is the coming together of events that, while unrelated, appear to provide a singular meaning as they seemingly mesh together to provide one outcome. Some people have looked upon this subject as a sort of ESP or intuition. I will provide an example from the book.
In one particular scene, the character Emily is sitting on a bench outside of the store where the character John works. John is off that day, yet Emily is still there, thinking about him. John, who happened to be near his job on that day, decides to go by to see how things are going at the store. As he approaches the shop, he sees his friend Emily sitting on the bench. While neither of them expected to see the other there that day, somehow they both managed to be there not only that day, but also at the same time. You can see this sort of occurrence as coincidence, but you also have to wonder about the math involved: what were the chances that Emily, who knew John wasn’t working that day would be there at the exact time that John would just happen to think about going to the store to check on his co-workers be? Also, at that time in the story, Emily and John are having a very difficult time concerning one another so the likelihood that they would run into each other was very low. They both knew that they needed to eventually see each other to work things out, but hadn’t figured out a way to see to its happening. Given the circumstances, it’s hard to call this simply a coincidence. One might even call it fate.
Maybe they were supposed to have met that day in front of his store so that they could find a way to solve their personal problems with each other. The meaning behind the meeting is quite evident, however no plans were made to meet in that way, and there lies your meaningful manner.
I am looking to use this in my next work which is already in chapter two. I am also looking to use other literary tricks as well, seeing as how my first book was relatively straightforward in manner. I want to get this work out as soon as I can as I am very eager to complete the story which is already finished in my head.
Amazon.com is currently offering the first 4 chapters of Rumbling Heart as a sample before you buy. If you decide that the book is worth purchasing, it can be done for a very reasonable $5.99 with free wireless delivery for Kindle users. If you do not have a Kindle, you can still purchase the book and read it on any computer using the free Kindle app from Amazon.
Barnes and Noble also offer a free sample for their Nook device. Their sample is smaller however, and only gives you a little less than 2 chapters. The online price is also $5.99 with them. They also offer free software to download to any computer so you can read the book.
Most popular eReaders can handle either format so owning a Nook or a Kindle is usually not required.
Thank you again for the support and I look forward to the feedback.
I stopped at the ocean front the other day
and watched people walk up and down the shore
with their children in tow,
as if the ocean were looking for tourists that day.
The salty sea spray jumped up from rocks
and spattered a few people with its saline residue
as they moved alone
and looked into the water for fish.
I sat in my car and looked out to see this as I knew
I wasn’t nearly in the mood to deal with the humidity
drifting in from the water, but I still opened my windows
and took in the scent of the sea and a gust of wind blew my hair back.
I watched the waves as they beat on the shoreline
and ate away at the rocks lining the seawall.
A few whisks of sand made their way into the eyes
of a child and they yelled out to their father to help them cover their face.
It’d been a long time since I’d last done this-
I said to myself and I did indeed miss it,
but I knew that my heart was no longer there with me on that shore,
for I knew it had moved on to other ventures,
but failed to tell me where to find it.
I pill myself to fall asleep
Because I am without you.
I sit and write, and memories fight
For attention- because I knew
How impossible this fate would be
A simple challenge, or so it seemed.
A broken fragment, floating by
Without a twilight lullaby.
But then I saw your dizzying course
It’s crystalline embrace and splendor force
For once, we knew the jagged road
See your baggage as mine- with you, in tow
So flex my pen and save defense
Two fragments move forth in present tense.
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