Literature Network Forums - Blogs - The Cold Waiting Season by The Walker https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?57233-The-Cold-Waiting-Season The largest classic literature discussion forum on the Internet. Read Write Teach Share. en Thu, 04 Jun 2026 05:54:40 GMT vBulletin 10 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg Literature Network Forums - Blogs - The Cold Waiting Season by The Walker https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?57233-The-Cold-Waiting-Season Scared https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?8543-Scared Tue, 14 Jul 2009 03:24:26 GMT Walking around a crowd
I tilt my head
wondering what you have to say.

"Don't you know enough about me
as to be scared?"
You said.
I laughed because I was not.
I didn't know you enough.

"I´m scare"
Now I say,
For I had known
The dark side of your soul. ]]> The Walker https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?8543-Scared No Fanny Price https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?8477-No-Fanny-Price Thu, 02 Jul 2009 23:54:15 GMT
He turned out to be a Henry Crawford.
The problem is I'm no Fanny Price.
I felt at his persistent charm
and got a disillusioned heart.
Gladly the pain came in good time
to cover up this heart of mine.
]]> The Walker https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?8477-No-Fanny-Price what I had in mind last night https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?8408-what-I-had-in-mind-last-night Mon, 22 Jun 2009 15:19:03 GMT 7:45 a.m. the beep of my cell phone pulled me out of my unconscious, sweet state. Yeah, that is not a good way to wake up. Why can’t I wake up with... 7:45 a.m. the beep of my cell phone pulled me out of my unconscious, sweet state. Yeah, that is not a good way to wake up. Why can’t I wake up with the morning light of the sun and the soft birds’ noises? The truth is that it’s my own fault. Last night, on my bed, I couldn’t quit my reading. Every chapter made me long for another one and the opening words of the first new paragraph got me completely unwilling to close the book. I looked the time on my cell phone screen (I do have a clock in my night table, which ticks, but for months its hands haven’t move.) and I say begging to it, “just another chapter.” It kept silent looking me with serious 11:34 p.m. eyes. I submerge again in my reading, discovering more feelings of m favorite characters; imagining their world, their lives; giving them faces and voices, forgetting my own.

When I looked back at the screen, it told me I’ve read fast enough this chapter. “Give me more time!” I screamed in my head though it came out as a whisper (my sister had fallen sleep hours ago.) as if the cell phone had asked me “what do you want?”

“10 minutes before midnight”, yes, I could read one chapter more. I had begun reading when a noise in my sister’s room raised all my fears to my mind. It was my mom with no doubt. Without thinking, I turned off my lamp as fast as I could silently with fear that the knob of my door would be turned around by my mother’s hand. I could hear her voice already scolding me and could see her silhouette against the hall’s light standing in the door. “No, no, no, no,” I repeated in my mind while I closed the heavy book and placed it under my pillow.

It got silent. I was safe. No one opened the door. Soon every noise in the house ceased, and my parents’ room door was shut closed. I was left alone to myself. “I won’t open the book again,” I said as a promise to God. I wouldn’t. Soon, hundreds of thoughts ran into my mind. I was worried about the future but tried to focus on the present. The past brought me some questions but ‘I placed them neatly on the shelf’. There I started to talk to Mister God. I prayed, I asked again. “Take away any fear from me,” was my last plea.

Rolling from one side to another in my bed, I found out my mind was too clear and awake as to sleep. “What? I won’t be able to sleep now?” I asked God. Instead of opening the book, I grab my pen and my notebook from the night table and wrote down what I had in mind, thinking that if I waited for the morning it would be gone. Writing the last line I just had one virtual place in my mind and heavy eyelids over my eyes… ]]> The Walker https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?8408-what-I-had-in-mind-last-night Not completely clear https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?8378-Not-completely-clear Tue, 16 Jun 2009 03:44:40 GMT Everything was payed back to him this time. The fears I had last time had a name and I had given them a place; so I could enjoy his company as a... Everything was payed back to him this time. The fears I had last time had a name and I had given them a place; so I could enjoy his company as a friend.

You know? people surprise you. The creativeness of the human mind has no boundaries, but I love it when it comes inspired by love. Whe it comes with no reason and waits nothing in return.

Now I sit in here wondering what does it mean. Yes, he knows my name and the expressions of my face.
My paths were narrow but he broke the boundaries leading me to a bigger world where the wind blew me off.
He took me where I couldnt stop smiling.
He splashed so many memories all around the city, that there's no place where I cannot remember his name.

I've done nothing extraordinary. I'm me. What does it mean? ]]> The Walker https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?8378-Not-completely-clear - She the east; He the west - https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?8309-She-the-east-He-the-west Sat, 30 May 2009 20:26:36 GMT She was the east; he was the west. Both walked toward a different place. This brought to her, pain and regret. Decided, she abandoned his... She was the east; he was the west.
Both walked toward a different place.

This brought to her, pain and regret.
Decided, she abandoned his sunset,
And walked east at her own pace.

With no clue and a little late,
He turned to her
Wanting to make her east his place.

But still
She was the east and he was the west.
There was no way to change
Their predestinated place.

Burning in love,
She just hoped.
Until he said, full of love,
“Walk with me to the North” ]]> The Walker https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?8309-She-the-east-He-the-west <![CDATA[When 'love' keeps you quiet]]> https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?8248-When-love-keeps-you-quiet Wed, 20 May 2009 01:06:49 GMT People can be cruel. I've find it in the most unlikely place. How can you say those cutting words to someone you love? How can you hurt so much to someone you who you know so well and love so much? Why have you kept your thoughts? Is it because you weren't brave enough to be honest and sincere? Why not to say it in a peaceful night with means of help, friendship...with means of love?
Don't let those thoughts eat you alive because you'll end up throwing them in shrieks and anger meaning nothing else but cruel.
Find a way to be brave to say what you dislike, what you think, what you disagree. Be honest; do not let the fear hide it. That is not love.
Love knows conflict for it is the only way to strengthen it. Talk. ]]> The Walker https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?8248-When-love-keeps-you-quiet Where did you go, Inspiration? https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?8210-Where-did-you-go-Inspiration Wed, 13 May 2009 04:13:38 GMT Have you ever felt missing the inspiration?
I want to write but I think there is no one who will want to read about that...what's the point?

Ill keep reading your writings until the inspiration comes back...I know it will :) ]]> The Walker https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?8210-Where-did-you-go-Inspiration <![CDATA["Take a breath, try to hold it insideee..."]]> https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?8070-quot-Take-a-breath-try-to-hold-it-insideee-quot Wed, 22 Apr 2009 23:56:24 GMT last day in Cuenca. I wish it could be better. I´m fighting with myself to be obedient (oops!) to my dad even when i DONT LIKE HIS DECISION! how... last day in Cuenca. I wish it could be better.
I´m fighting with myself to be obedient (oops!) to my dad even when i DONT LIKE HIS DECISION! how hard it is!
Have you ever feel like screaming with all your strengths but you couldn´t do it?? I feel like an atomic bomb just exploted inside of me and all the smoke it caused can´t scape from my inside but instead it´s soffocating me.
Oh well, it´ll be gone soon...just, as chris martin said, "take a breath try to hold it inside," and walk. Dont ask me to smile just for a while. I´ll promise I´ll do it soon, just not know.

Every blog has its good entries and sad ones, i guess this is my sad one hehehe. Hopefully they wont come to often :) ]]> The Walker https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?8070-quot-Take-a-breath-try-to-hold-it-insideee-quot In Hometown! https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?7976-In-Hometown! Sun, 12 Apr 2009 00:42:36 GMT Oh cuenca! How good is to be back here. the fresh,cold air. the pure water on my head. the trees swing gently adn the sunrays come through the... Oh cuenca! How good is to be back here.
the fresh,cold air. the pure water on my head.
the trees swing gently adn the sunrays come through the trees branches softly.
I had been reading Clocks by Agatha Christy (oops) under the trees shadow in my grandparents house in my spare time. The end wasnt too exciting but i enjoyed the book itself.

I have too many questions about a guy down here. I had given up already. i shouldnt be worring about him-i guess. He still is a good friend and I want to keep it this way.

Man! you cannot lost one day on Lit Net or romantic letters between cyber girlfriends and cowboys start to pass by...hehehe (Im talking about Wisp and Kevin, beautiful letters they write)

anyway i wont be able to be on here too often as im used to-not internet in grandpas house! which sucks so i have to use and internet cafe now and then....

Im anxious for what is ahead for me. good day or night to all from the center of the world! hehehe ]]> The Walker https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?7976-In-Hometown! Dear Photographer: https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?7891-Dear-Photographer Sat, 04 Apr 2009 23:14:34 GMT I asked: “where have you been my whole life, Jon Cartwright.” As I watched a square dispersing a thousand rays of light to my eyes. I fell freely... I asked: “where have you been my whole life, Jon Cartwright.”
As I watched a square dispersing a thousand rays of light to my eyes.
I fell freely inside your land
Through a window without a glass.

They weren’t windows; they were frames.
Frames that transported me to an enchanted city too far away
Every time I spelled your name
What a wonderful way to lose oneself.

As more as I contemplated them
I wondered what your thought were or what was in your head.
I felt like if I knew you for a long time
Even when I knew nothing of your mind.

Meet you in a park. Joint you one day in your walk.
It is too much to ask.
There should be nothing further than my land in your head.
We are two strangers with different mind,
Different eyes in unknown lands sharing images.

Now, many other names shine on the screen.
Admiration. They all are deservers of it.
The world has plenty of lands still to be seen,
Which have earned my esteem.

Still, you own the first sight that caught my mind.
The admiration of my eyes for your frames will not easily go away.
I’ll always open your page again.

I don’t know who you are or what you really see
But a favor I ask ye.
Don’t stop shooting. Don’t give up the posting in here.
Never stop to see.
For your work, at the other side of the world, as a thanked dweller, I’ll see. ]]> The Walker https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?7891-Dear-Photographer ~Memories~ https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?7872-Memories Wed, 01 Apr 2009 02:40:41 GMT So many things come by. So many things are brought with the time. So many new things fill our minds. In the middle of that rush, smiles, and... So many things come by.
So many things are brought with the time.
So many new things fill our minds.

In the middle of that rush, smiles, and life;
I keep trying hard not to forget the past.
Sometimes, when you look back
It’s not clear as it was.

My memories...
Deep inside of me I don’t want them to go away
So I run back to embrace them;
But each time they look smaller and farer away
I just want to live them again.

A big part of me is scared;
Scared that they will completely fade away some day.
I’m scare to have so many things between us as to come back to them.

Don’t let me loose them;
Let them live forever within me,
Because I love them.

I don’t want to forget. ]]> The Walker https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?7872-Memories Writing more than usual https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?7834-Writing-more-than-usual Thu, 26 Mar 2009 22:52:13 GMT ok, here i am. blogging for the first time. wishing to be a better writer and to have more time to write. it is funny how many times i leave aside... ok, here i am. blogging for the first time. wishing to be a better writer and to have more time to write.
it is funny how many times i leave aside my school books to write something that comes to my mind. i should write it down before i forget it! lol. i used to set a time for write everynight before bed time but now i'm just writing all the time! there is so much going on my mind. am i in some other writing level? i hope so lol.

the warm weather here is driving me crazy; i want it to end so bad! i hate the sweat and the sticky (if that word exist) feeling during noon. fortunately we'll be visiting cuenca soon. Cuenca is simply wonderful. a city between mountains with history and tradition. I'm so proud to have born there.
i cannot believe that friends at north america are actually surrounded in snow! ]]> The Walker https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?7834-Writing-more-than-usual