tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234591302011-04-21T12:45:45.693-07:00Phases Onlinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009842001646674820noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23459130.post-1143004799805261722006-03-21T21:19:00.000-08:002006-03-21T21:19:59.816-08:00<b>By Markus Ng</b><br /> <br />It's late night and it's not alright<br />But still the stars are so bright<br />A melody it keeps me awake<br />As it plays I fall and I break<br /> <br />I wanna close my eyes and cry<br />Kiss the blues goodbye<br />I wanna run but there's nowhere to run to<br />But still I go and I look for my pair of shoes<br /> <br />So I run and I run<br />without knowing where I'm gone<br />I'm all weary from this aimless journey <br />that I've begun<br />So I stop and I turn<br />Looking for a lesson to learn<br />There's definitely something I missed<br />Life should be more than this<br /> <br />It's just as if I'm afraid I'm losing<br />losing all my pride<br />But it seems there's more than pride I'm missing<br />My grip on life is loosening<br /> <br />I really wish I still was a child<br />Back then I could truly smile<br />No worries about expectations<br />Such liberty I did not need to run<br /> <br />But still I ran and I ran<br />without knowing where I'd land<br />Was all weary from that aimless journey <br />that I began<br />So I stopped and I turned<br />I see the lesson to be learned<br />There was definitely something i missed<br />Life was more than this<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23459130-114300479980526172?l=phasesonline-thecauldron.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Phases Onlinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009842001646674820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23459130.post-1141656349437834632006-03-06T06:42:00.000-08:002006-03-06T06:45:49.450-08:00If you're one of those people who can immediately continue from memory: "Fire burn, and cauldron bubble" then welcome! Otherwise, fret not. You don't need to know Shakespeare to write poetry! Or prose! You just need eye of newt, and toe of frog, and wool of bat, and tongue of dog ...<br /><br />Okay. Enough with Shakespeare. *chucks Macbeth out the window*<br /><br />Like I was saying, you don't need Shakespeare to write heart-wrenching poetry. And you _definitely_ don't need Dan Brown to write dramatic, tense fiction stories. What do you need then? Creativity? An observant eye for everyday beauty? A flair with words and a humongous bombastic vocabulary? Patience and effort? Or just plain blind luck?<br /><br />I don't know. Do you?<br /><br />If you think you've written a brilliant piece, with the mysterious X-factor which will make all your readers go agape with surprise or drown in tears or begin to live as if it was their last day on earth (or all at once), feel free to submit it to The Cauldron at phasesonline@gmail.com. The place where _you_ cook the day's stew.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23459130-114165634943783463?l=phasesonline-thecauldron.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Phases Onlinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009842001646674820noreply@blogger.com0