Spilled out of a Pen

 

I like to tell the tales
That come into my head
With pen, ink and typed out text
Or pencils filled with lead

I try to paint a picture
With words, what’s in my mind
And lay open my universe
To see what others find

I’d like you to come with me
I invite you free inside
I hope you accept
And for a time reside

Walk the lonely hallways
Traverse the magic lands
Fly through the far off skies
In dark forests I beg you stand

Ride to war with princes
See a mind of darkened thoughts
Walk a road to market towns
And witness battles that I fought

All that I have written
Comes from deep within
All my facts and fictions
Spilled out of a pen

©Aarron Mondello
16/3/2018

 

Embrace of the Night

 

I feel the cool nights peaceful embrace
Ethereal arms wrapped about me
A breeze like gentle kisses caress
What skin I have laid bare
And under the smile of a full moon bright
His light piercing my every fiber
Standing as a statue carved in crystal
You’ll always find me there

Wrapped in the nights cool embrace.

©Aarron Mondello
14/3/2018

 

The Written Soul

 

The soul is wracked by coughing fits
Coloured ink splashed across the pages
Each drop joining with dead links
That stretch back through the ages

Ink swirled with tentative fingertips
Words and sounds revealed
The blood of pages arteries
Spread across a white, lined field

Curious questions and deepest thoughts
Strokes of purest grace
Woven there before my eyes
An intricate written lace

And when the coughing does subside
Leaving dream-ink spread with care
You’ll see the story’s soul therein
Open and laid bare

©Aarron Mondello
2/3/2018

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.

 

My Style

By Aarron Mondello

28/1/2018

Every time I write a poem
They almost always sound the same
The rhythm of each poem carries over
Only the words seem to change

I see people write of feelings
Or the things on which they dwell
I’ve read many writes of scenery
The poets wants to tell

I’ve seen hearts poured on a page
In beautifully crafted words
Yet all I write feels the same
As my last rhyming verse

There are worlds behind my eyes
I need to put them down
But no matter how hard I try
Most of my writing shares a sound

Though sometimes I make a change
To the words there on my page
Usually I end up reverting
To this format at some stage

Does this make me bad
At the thing I love to do
Does this make worse
At our shared art than you?

I do not think it does
I think it’s just my style
So I’ll keep doing what I do
And put my words down with a smile

©Aarron Mondello
28/1/2018


Image

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quill

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/

Of Creation

Here is the first little snippet of my world Galdenya that I am building through story and poem. I have been slowly growing this world for the better part of a year. This is just a tiny piece, a drop in an ocean, if you will. 

Ilkahliel, nameless, void. The Void.
Awoke and spoke and heard no echo
Cried shinning tears in solitary sorrow
They cascaded down and all around
To Ilkahliel, The Void, they bound
And The Void first knew light.

Of the Creation. Penned by the hand of La’Tail, God of light, life and all green things that grow, during his time with the Vor’Dalee.

©Aarron Mondello
2/1/2018


Image http://earthsky.org/space/ten-things-you-may-not-know-about-stars

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.