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Been Gone But Still Here

So over the last week I’ve been posting new material. Before that I hadn’t posted anything for several months. In fact, I hadn’t even been on my blog over those several months. I also hadn’t been on any social media. Usually I coincide the two. Though I was gone, I was still here. I was still creating. It’s just that I was creating something entirely different from my usual home of poetry, novels, and short stories. What I was creating dealt with an entirely different beast from another realm sort of speak.

This beast I am talking about is script writing! I’ve always wanted to write the script for my novels (at least one) because I’ve always thought that kind of thing was cool. To help bring a story to life on the big screen always seemed to be this fantastic and exciting adventure that I wanted to experience.

This was something I hadn’t done before and I wanted to start small. So, with some much appreciated help (thank you so, so very much for your insights and help ūüėČ ), I found out what all I needed to do in order to get started. Then I invested in a book rich with information on all parts of a script. After that I took it from there and got started.

I started with a television script and everything that needed to go with a pilot episode. Now mind you this took some time because it forced me to think about my novel in terms that I hadn’t considered before. There were times when I got stuck but I worked through it. Recently I’ve turned to the movie script which I am currently working on. I’ve always really wanted to write a movie script. I started with the television script because I wanted to start small and get some kind of handle on the habit. There were also other things I wanted to do with the tv script as far as characters, character story, and world-building goes.

All in all this has been a learning experience for me because the writing is different for a script than it is for a novel or short story. Formatting is different as well. Because of the difference between the two it has taken some getting use to. But I have to say that this has been so fun to do. It really has been a joy to embark on this type of venture as far as writing goes.

If you hit up the Current Projects page, you should be able to see it’s been updated to include these new projects under Other.

I’d also been focusing more on poetry submissions and searching out literary magazines to submit to, so that took a little away from the creation of new poetry or even just a blog post.

So that’s where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing. I can’t promise that new content will be posted weekly or even frequently but I haven’t gone anywhere. In the process of all this going on, I did manage to eek out some new poetry. The flows have been coming more and more thanks to music I’ve been listening to and poetry prompts. I love music and poetry together. It’s a beautiful combination. The pages of my Moleskine have been filling up so that’s a good thing ūüôā

– Be blessed and peace out ya’ll


The Life We Never Had

The Life We Never Had
By Te’Kia Miller

Starting out young we had galaxies of dreams,
Overloaded eyes seeing beyond sight.
But we never knew
They would weigh too much,
Never counted the cost to have such.
We took off at warp speed
For the future we saw was far
Living on the edge of our universe.
We believed in each other;
Hope was all we had, all we needed.
Love was all we had, all we needed.
But practicality bequeaths this knowledge:
That neither hope nor love pays a bill.
Now the wallet’s bleeding red.
Pressure is building frustrations
And fissures are starting to show
In a love we once had,
Suffocating the hope we once breathed.
So here we are on ventilating systems
Broken by dreams that never came to be.
We tried everything to make them work.
Everything we knew was all we knew.
Dragging love along the way
Passion fell off years ago
Leaving this garden we had
Famished and in drought.
This whole affair finally crashed,
Burning down our bliss hoped for
into a tainted future.

Now all we have is a fallen star tragedy
And the shadow of a watery grave.

Original. 2018.

This piece was inspired by the movie Acrimony. I’d seen it a few weeks ago and the next day I was inspired. It’s my take on the situation of the husband and wife (who becomes his ex-wife) and the life that they dreamed for but never got to experience together as they had hoped for.

P.S.- if you haven’t seen the movie, my apologies for the spoiler.

Love of No Return

Love Of No Return
By Te’Kia Miller

This is all we know to do
Never knowing anything else
Except the secret ways of touch
Lighting fires in windows of the soul
This is where you dwell in me
Diving for treasures hidden for you
Locked in the depths of contemplation
The way you love is a work of art
Sketching murals on my heart
The senses vibrating in supernovas
Rapture in these kisses divine
Descending gently in this gravity
Ever pulling us together
From which we will never return

Original. 2018.

A Distant Life Past

A Distant Life Past
By Te’Kia Miller

That star had long since fallen
Seen with eyes of awe once lured
By the rapid ascending of hope’s dream
It was a life lived for a brilliant future
Burned down by vices galore
Each devil a distraction from all the pressures
And suddenly all is abruptly ended
Buried and engraved in regretful memory
Of a distant life past

Original. 2018.

Inspired by movie: Why Do Fools Fall In Love?

The scene where Frankie (who looks like he is in pain) is sitting in church with his wife, Elmira, looking at the little boy singing in the choir. As he looks at the boy you can tell he is remembering his past life as an entertainer.

A Muse’s Stolen Moment

A Muse’s Stolen Moment
By Te’Kia Miller 

Submerged in rivers of smooth jazz
Overflowing, filling canals into
Time and space unaccounted
The world has washed away
In the tides of a muse’s making
Only the poet is listening
Quietly in a world of storms
It is the third eye of a sixth sense
To see and hear this beauty
Called muse 

Original.2017. 4/22/2017.

Valentine Nights

Valentine Nights
By Te’Kia Miller 

Tantalizing are the days
Even more decadent
Are nights of a Valentine kind.
A moment snatched from time
Blissfully we are captured
In love’s divine. Sights unseen
Ascending to a ubiquitous level
Between King and Queen
We reign supreme in our Eden
The same is our sanctum.
Flowing in vibrating pulses
We implode through seducing gazes darkly
And rippling caresses charming
With exquisite kisses exploding
In splendid deeds buried in seeds
Planted eons ago.
We loved each other eons ago
The same is here and now.
Evermore alighted passions soar
Beyond to transcendence
To share and give unbridled
In unconditional terms,
Even life for life.
My dearly beloved forever
All of me is yours to have and hold
Beyond fretted sheets, starry skies
And Valentine nights

Original. 2017.

The Breakdown Poem

Poetry was something that didn’t come naturally. I wasn’t interested in writing it, much less reading it. Somehow or another I’ve come to love poetry as well as writing it. I have and continue to write on a range of subjects. With each piece I try to make it different, especially when writing on the same subject. However, I realize that I do favor certain words, phrases and images in my poetry within each subject.

Because of these favoritisms I sometimes like to breakdown the elements of a particular poem I have in mind to write. Breaking down a poem helps me to: see each part individually, focus on the message and/or image I want to convey, decide which parts to elevate and how to elevate them, and critically think about the poem as a whole.

Doing this also forces me to think about my word choice and decide if I should use a synonym versus the actual word or create my own using imagery instead. I try to show rather than tell in my poetry. Showing instead of telling is something I read a lot about on writing novels and short stories. I try to make the same balance in my poetry.

Dissecting the poem before writing it helps me to find the words¬†and phrases that will help me to show¬†instead of tell.¬†I find that certain words spark an image. If those imagery words¬†can be joined with words that trigger the senses, I think it strikes the right tone for the poet. I’m not a student of poetry in the formal sense so this is pretty much my observation from my own experience in¬†self-study, writing, and opinion.

Why am I writing about this you ask?

Because I have a Valentine’s Day poem waiting to be posted. I used this method for the piece that will appear on the 14th. I’ve also used this breakdown method in the past to help others write their own poem.

This breakdown method¬†is a great way for the poet to focus their thoughts and map a way from beginning to end of a poem. Again, my opinion and it works for me. There’s no structured way to break the poem down. It’s basically just jotting down notes and connecting similar ideas to one another. It’s in the associations and connections of this information¬†where I find my poem.

What works for you?




From Beginning To End

If we think of writing in terms of running you might say that writing a novel is a marathon. I certainly do. Whereas a poem is like a hundred meter dash and a short story more like a four hundred meter dash. Novels take more time and endurance. That translates into requiring more care and preparation as well. All forms of writing, regardless of medium, require everything a novel does. Novels, however, I think are a different beast though in that everything is drawn out.

The writing is¬†drawn out, the brainstorming, the editing, revisions, everything. It’s like that because, well, it’s a novel and not a poem. It’s not a short story where things can take and sometimes do¬†take less time. Even the incubation period for novels are longer (and I’ve had poems with some long incubation periods). Bottom line is this: novels are marathons.

In being so that also means that the writer/author must endure, pace, and stay motivated to persevere the novel. This was a topic a friend and I talked about before. They asked me how I kept motivated through the novel. At first I was stumped as to how to answer (which is always the case) because I never thought about what keeps me motivated. I never thought about why I stay motivated or what things I do to overcome burning out or giving up altogether.

I’ve been writing stories since I was a child in middle school, maybe even before that, but middle school is my earliest memory of writing. I love it more than I did then and¬†I loved it then too. I think you have to love writing to actually gain joy from it because it’s not the most interesting thing in the world to do.¬†It’s not the most exciting activity and yet it¬†is.¬†Well, at least not to those looking from the outside in but I digress.

So, the question is what keeps or how do I stay motivated from beginning to end when writing a novel?

I think I’ve said this before in a couple other posts but it’s the excitement of the idea. When an idea hits me one of two things happen: I get really excited beyond reason or I don’t. If I’m on the fence about it it’s because I really like the idea but there’s something about it that doesn’t jive quite right. In this case I’ll let it sit and if I can make it work, then I go for it, even if at some point I’m not feeling it. Because things always take a turn in the course of writing a novel so why not? And if I don’t like it at all I can always just hit ‘delete’.

It’s that excitement that springboards me. The more I work on it and progress through it the¬†more possibilities pop up. Each possibility brings another level of excitement. Sometimes they don’t and it’s like ‘never mind back to the original story’ but just because the level isn’t raised doesn’t mean I lose the excitement. It just means something didn’t work out but the story, characters, settings, etc. are still cool. See, I have to believe that the story and plot is cool, fresh, fly, dope and off the wall for me to even be interested in writing it in the first place. That belief in the story, plot, characters is what I look for. I have to believe in it to write.I have to believe in it enough¬†to see it through to the end. Otherwise, why am I writing it?

So my passion for writing¬†is why I write novels. Believing in the project is what carries me through the writing from beginning to end. Boiling it down my motivation is: passion and believing in the idea. As for how to keep from burning out, I take frequent breaks and these breaks vary. If I’m on a good writing streak then I’ll take a break from all writing. If I’m not and I’m only writing in spurts then I make use of the down time in between. Even when I am writing, I take breaks during writing that particular project so I don’t wear myself out. Writing can be tough if one doesn’t pace their frequency of writing.



It’s A New Edition

So on closer inspection you’ll notice a new edition to this blog. Poetry Collections Blog Edition tab. That’s because I’ve decided to create smaller poetry collections especially for this blog. The reason for this is because in the process of creating poetry collections (two have been completed as of this writing) there are those that don’t make the cut. Actually there are a lot that don’t make the cut.¬†Well, instead of keeping them in the dark someplace, I’ve decided that they could go into some collection.

These particular poems weren’t bad pieces. They just didn’t fit with the body of work I was putting together. Not only that but these pieces tend to be pieces that I don’t see in a published body of work. They seem to be a better fit for the blog. So I needed a place to put them. There you have it.¬†The first small collection is already up. It is titled Bag of Knick Knacks.

Each¬†small collection will consist of anywhere from 10 to 15 poems.¬†I hope to keep this going as there are always many pieces that never get put in a larger body of work.¬†Or more commonly there are those that¬†are always being taken out as I progress through¬†to the end of the collective pieces. Sometimes I’ll even take poems out and replace them with newer pieces I like more than what was there. So¬†I hope you enjoy the new page and the new poetic¬†collections. Peace.