The word this week was "cabbage"

To keep me writing, I have convinced some writing friends to complete a weekly writing activity. The word "cabbage" was chosen at random from a word generator and below is what I came up with.

Some Haikus:

It's funny to me
how the soft word "cabbage"
sharpens to "sauerkraut"

And that's when she told me,
"I use the term 'Cabbage Patch'.
It sounds better."

How Red Hot Chili Peppers would use "cabbage" in a song:

Like a serpent's tongue
heavy breathing
underneath a glowing hot sun
he loves she like she loves he
heavy breathing
the cards dance and the king laughs
he's got a new lung and looking for fun

They sprinkle and dance looking for a new romance
hot like cabbage and sharp like kraut
they do the dance and God kicks them out

They sprinkle and dance looking for a new romance
hot like cabbage and sharp like kraut
they dance in the Garden with their privates out

Riding in the Cadillac
underneath the glowing hot sun
the lovers burn and turn and turn
until they reach the tide
she slides
he slides
into some hot and heavy breathing.

Good morning March 7th, 2014

I woke up this morning with Motley Crue's "Home Sweet Home" song in my head.

No idea how it got there. I once heard that the best way to rid a song from your head is to invite your closest friends to join in on the suffering. Okay so maybe the suffering isn't really "suffering" at all with this song, but join in friends!!

Anyone else wake up with a song in their head this morning?

There is a thought that I have and it comes to me while I drive

I have not given up on writing. The blog has fallen silent because I have become consumed by video games.

With that being said, this posting has been on my mind for maybe two weeks or so. An idea comes to me nearly every time I am in the van on the way to go pick up a donation for work (I pick up donated goods people want to give to Habitat for Humanity). I can feel part of my mind escape and come back to me while I drive. It's this part that has endless ideas for art or something that might make a good short story. Frankly, it drives me nuts! It never stops. For awhile I thought that entertaining it and writing everything down would relieve me of some of it, as I knew nothing would ever make it fully stop, and for some time it worked. Now though, it has come back to me as if it is a creature all in its own.

Sometimes the idea for a story seems intrusive in my mind and it was the other day while driving down the highway, zoned out and thinking about how I could twist the plot of a story I once wrote to incorporate a new idea I have, that it dawned on me: I know why some writers commit suicide at some point in their life.

A thought occurred to me within a thought, and an idea for a poem about a sailor who had to bury his love and return to the sea came to mind. It was going to be a metaphor for how I feel. The sailor out at sea was me and the love I buried was the creative side of my brain. I wanted to convey that although I am out at sea, I am also thinking about what is back on land. I began to weave detail and then decided to delete it. Now the idea for that poem and the thought about why some writers commit suicide happened all within a few moments of time.

From the small amount of effort I gave to entertaining the idea of the poem, I had some clarity as to what makes great writers go insane. There is simply too much!! Now I am not comparing me to any great writer. Not ever will I do that. All I am saying is that If I were to explore every idea I've ever had, I would have a perfect mold of my body pressed into the padding of my computer chair. simply put, I would become an entirely different person.

I simply cannot do that so I let things go for awhile. The guilt builds up and I try and write again, but quickly delete everything. So the cycle continues.

I am fine and strong so there is nothing to worry about, and I don't have any real reason for writing this down other than to write it down and store it somewhere else other than behind my lips, but I have gained a small understanding of what others have gone through.

I know that there are more genres of people that commit suicide than just writers, but speaking from this new found insight, I can relate and see why some writers do....especially the good ones.

"If I'm being honest, it scares me" a poem by NPFK

I raised the glass of tap water to my lips and thought,
"I still have ideas. I might never stop having ideas."
It's a liquid battle that comes and goes like the seasons do.
It ebbs and crashes against the front of my mind
a little more often than I would like to admit.
Its presence is much like Winter in that all I want to do
is bundle up and forget the nasty weather.
"It's okay to not write them down though, right?"
Yes yes yes I tell myself.
I am my own judge and jury
listening to new circumstantial evidence that proves one thing:
I might be going crazy.
"It's okay so long as you return to them in time. Never let them not be."
This is the voice I hear but don't want to listen to as it leaves the most guilt.


I set the glass down in the sill of the window
and study how the rays bend and burn on the far wall
all bright and hot.
I know they can never become fixed;
it's an impossible task for such energy to stop and focus
and I wonder if a writer, a true writer, should possess this focus.
"This is what I fear, if I am being honest with myself."
I try and be as honest as I can with myself
but it scares me that the writers I most look up to
ended their own lives...and for what reason?
"It's the moving on and leaving nothing to show for it but a dried up puddle,"
I say out loud as if I've arrived at this point before
and forgotten all about it.

Prince Avalanche

I want to keep this simple.
Prince Avalanche is a 2013 movie starring Paul Rudd and Emile Hirsch.

Why you might be interested in watching Prince Avalanche:
-Interested in watching a film that showcases the life of a simple man, in a simple environment, that explains the difference between being "lonely" and "alone" to a young teenager that just wants to have sex with girls and party?
-The colors are crisp. It's not all too often that colors in a movie pop out as much this.
-It has the perfect amount of silence, letting the scenery talk. It reminded me of Cast Away and who doesn't love that movie?
-Paul Rudd explores a different side of his acting abilities. Of course he still weaves in some of classic Rudd, but within the character's restriction.
-I know I said the word "simple" already but that's the best word to use to describe many elements to the movie. Like the plot (not a whole lot happens and it's wonderful). And how many actors get screen time. 

Things that could have been different:
-Only one thing bothered me, and that was how much Emile's character needed to convey the polar opposite teenage archetype attitudes, compared to the older Rudd character. This is not something major, and only came to my attention once or twice during the film.
-The old man. He was either a bad actor or I simply didn't get his character.

The move is on Netflix right now and it's worth your time.