Where I am

I took a break from writing, which means I did it less

Slipped a little into hiding, all my written words

I began to learn a new skill, to make my poems pop

Old and new I edit for an hour or two, and find I can not stop

I started up an Instagram, worked hard at sharing words

Gained a little following, by posting older verses

My audience is slowly going, but where my path is going

I have no real way of knowing, so I’ll just keep on rowing

Through this rainbow river of time, the one flows through all our minds

And keeps fresh creative juices flowing

©Aarron Mondello

28/2/2018

So, basically, I have taken the pen out of my ear and the scrap paper out of my pocket and spent a few weeks working on making my own backgrounds out of my own photos.

Not only to learn how and to make my writing more eye catching on other forums but also to make them more appealing in general .

I have a long way to go before I am actually good at editing my photos but I feel like its making a good difference.

I want to thank everyone who has ever read my words, or ever will. But especially I’d like to thank those of you that read everything I post. Your support has been astonishing.

I will still be posting here and soon it will be as regular as it ever was. But I’m taking just a little more time to work on the photos too.

In the meantime, feel free to follow my facebook page (link can be found on my profile) or my instagram aarronmondello.

Keep writing.

Doubts and questioning.

Hi everyone. Those of you who read my poetry may have noticed I’ve not posted anything for a few days. There is a reason for this .

I was told a few days ago, from someone close to me, that my poetry (although decent) would not attract much of an audience due to the fact that they are for the most part little stories. O need to start to writing about trending topics, emotions, draw an audience through empathy. Indeed, I saw truth to their words. My facebook page may gain 400-600 views of any single post after sharing and yet only about 2-4 people on average like it and none usually comment.

This shook me quite a bit because I was never one for sharing my writing until recently. And so I put my pen down for a few days and fell to doubting myself and my ability.

But you guys have read more of my works than any body else. So basically I am here today to ask your thoughts. I’m at a place where I feel like reverting to my old habits of writing and hiding it. But I don’t really want to do that.

So if I may ask your opinion, would you like me to keep sharing?

Is my style lacking something?

Do you have any suggestions on how I could improve my writing and my audience?

I hope to hear from you about this. I’m doubting my drive right now .

Thank you.

Thank you all.

Hi all, this is a little late, I meant to put this up a few days ago but as often happens life attacked my days and I found it getting put off again and again. But here it is. My most honest and heart felt Thank You! to everyone who has read my words and followed me here.

I can’t remember the exact date I started this blog but it was around 2-3 months ago. The day I started it was one of my most exhilarating and scary days I’ve had. I am what would typically be labelled an “introvert” and putting myself out there as I have here was a HUGE step.

Now I have reached just over 40 wonderful followers and that is already a lot more than I honestly expected! My confidence in my words and myself has grown tenfold thanks to this endeavor. And I have everyone one of you to thank for that.

I am unsure if any of you will know just how much you have helped me by simply following and reading my words. You are all like gods and I worship you all.

THANK YOU!!!

Inner Thoughts

By Aarron MONDELLO

7/1/2018

Walking through a corridor
Made entirely of my own thoughts
I take a peek behind each door
Unsure just what I’m looking for

Do I look just to see
Or am I gripped by some strange greed
Deep down I think I may be
Looking just to find my me

Sometimes lost here in the dark
I follow the sound of my beating heart
Unsure if I travel far
Under myriad thought born stars

And still I walk ever on
Searching for that favorite song
I feel I’ll find me ere long
And the homeward journey we’ll embark upon

©Aarron Mondello
7/1/2018

Image https://www.bookish.com/articles/transformation-station-great-spiritual-journeys/

Tomorrow

By Aarron Mondello

5/1/2018

The new Year has started much the same as the last

Filled with hopes and dreams and sorrow

And tainted with shadowed memories of past

Desires I held for all my tomorrow’s

And already I feel the days go too fast

And end with a resounding echo

That is a projection of what I cast

Ever forward into my tomorrow’s.

©Aarron Mondello

Image https://www.pexels.com/search/sunrise/

My world is growing

First of all I would like to extend my utmost gratitude to the people who have followed me during the last couple of months. There are a few of you who I see have read almost every one of my poems and that is truly a profound experience for me personally. You have my undying gratitude.

Now, I have been writing poems and short stories for over twenty years and only about three months ago finally found the courage to start sharing them. It has been, and still is, a scary ride. A lot of my words hold deep meaning to me and to open them to an actual audience is frightening, yet exhilarating. I find I am almost addicted to it now and despise the days when life prevents me from writing or sharing with you all. And at this time of year those days seem plenty. At least to me.

I would ask a favour of any who do read my words though. A small one. I would like critique. Constructive criticism, if you may. As much as I truly appreciate the likes and follows, I have spent most of my life hiding from the world at large and would greatly love to know what you think of my words.

And now to the subject of my title. My World Is Growing. In April 2017 I was consumed by a tale that needed to be told, one I have not yet shared here. It was a feverish need to get this story out over the course of four days. Surreal to remember now how every moment I had a pen in my hand writing it. And the few times I could not actually put words down my mind was racing and over flowing with the words that came next.

For the most part, over those four days, I had no idea what I was writing and often stopped to exclaim surprised to my lovely lady “Holy crap! He found a boat half buried in the ice!” Or “He is the blood of Vor’Dalee!” She had little idea what I was talking about. Until it was finished I would not share much of what I had written to even her.

With the courage I have gained since starting this blog and my facebook page I have begun to build this world further. And it is growing. Calling to be coloured and asking that soon I share it with others.

I have you all to thank, anyone who has ever read anything I have written, for the courage to build this growing world.

I look forward to the day I begin to share the world of Galdenya with you and hope with all my heart you enjoy seeing it as much I have enjoyed carving it from the block of my mind.

Thank you all. May you have a safe New Years and a prosperous 2018.

Thank you.

Aarron Mondello

31/12/2017

Image is my pages waiting for me to fill them and the sword with which I carve my worlds.

Soulless

By Aarron Mondello

30/12/2017

The Traveller with his hat pulled low
Against the scorching sun
Strolling across the desert, slow
A Devil on the run

His heart burns cold like ice
A dead lump in his chest
On his skin the blood of life
Behind him shadows nest

He rides the tail of his black fame
Clear across the land
Wearing a mask of unfelt shame
And a jacket fashioned from the skin of man

The Devil shines bright in his eyes
He long ago sold his soul
Spreading since then malicious lies
While his footsteps salt the soil

Since the day he signed the pact in blood
Evil in his heart has reigned
He swore off from any brotherhood
His joy that day was slain

Now all he dreams is blood
Now all he leaves is death
Now all he worships is his black God
With dark prayers upon his breath

Featured image https://w-dog.net/wallpaper/nature-desert-dunes-dune-sun-men-traveller-traveler-wanderer-dreamers/id/248780/

My Thoughts While I Eat My Pie.

By Aarron Mondello

I wrote this little one a few weeks ago when I was away from home and missing my special lady.

Sitting by the beach
Eating a hot pie
Staring out to sea
Where the ocean meets the sky
A small bird flying fast
Across the ocean blue
A fishing line is cast
And I think of you
Ripples on the surface
As the gentle breeze blows
Speed boat coming near us
Gradually it slows
By my side another car
Next to that another few
Today you feel so far
So I only think of you
And here a single man
Walking along barefoot
Slowly up the sand
While a lady reads her book
Two friends siting near
Discussing what to do
I’m close to enough hear
Yet I only think of you
Yellow buoys bobbing
Someone freestyle swimming
And my mind is throbbing
With thoughts of you this evening

Image is my own photo

I Need Your Hand

By Aarron Mondello

28/12/2017

I need to hold your hand, please
While I open the curtains wide
I need the sunlight to help me ease
The cold unforgiving night

I’m scared and I need your hand, please
To help guide me to the window
Lest fate begins to jest and tease
And leaves me lying in the snow

I just need to know you’re there, dear
While I pull the curtains open
While I listen nervously for voices near
Vile and softly spoken

Please my love just give me your hand
I’m begging you from my knees
Kneeling here in the grit and sand
Help me open the curtains, please.

Image

https://hawkke.deviantart.com/art/Hold-My-Hand-37222014

A Horse Thief’s Tryst

By Aarron Mondello

26/12/2017

He came to town for a bit of a tryst
Behind the saloon they cuddled and kissed
Meeting secretly in the bars shadow
He left his hat when it was time to go
He mounted his horse and rode out East
Rejoicing in the feel of the powerful beast
She stood there alone and silently wept
Coveting his hat, a secret kept
Twelve days passed and she saw no sign
Of her lovers lips so supple and fine
The thirteenth day brought events unexpected
When she heard her lover had today been arrested
She fetched his hat and left her house
To bring it to him like a dutiful spouse
She reached the gaol around ten o’clock
And stood outside trying to straighten her frock
She took a deep breath and strode on in
Cast aside fears of their hidden sin
The news she heard warred with her belief
He was to be hung as a rotten horse thief
Four days later, in the town square
Gallows erected, everybody was there
They brought him out with a hood on his head
Ten minutes later her was hung and dead
Now she wears no frock, instead chaps and a vest
And stole a strong horse to ride out west.

Image found

http://www.connectstatesboro.com/news/article/11048/