Posted by admin on November 27, 2010
So here I am trying to get traffic to a blog that is basically a collection of fantasy stories and poems, only to realize two years into the venture that I am not getting anywhere. The bottom line is that fantasy story blogs are a cluttered niche on the internet and because of the very nature of writing stories you are much more likely to get traffic by writing articles about writing than you are by writing quality fantasy stories.
I did a search for fantasy story blogs, and guess how many stories I found? Zero! Not one. Why? Because good fantasy stories don’t have the word story or fantasy anywhere in them. On the other hand there are thousands of articles out there about writing (most of which are either redundant or utter crap) which do have the words story, novel and fantasy in them. So, what is a guy supposed to do who is just looking to write good stories?
Mix in some pointless articles about writing fantasy stories to try to up his search rank and hope for the best!
Posted by admin on November 20, 2010
That’s right. It could have
been you.
A year sooner. A few
years later.
A change in the world,
or a nation.
An invention or
program
or something unknown
that happened a decade
before you were born.
You’re smart
and work hard
and love life
but He,
not You
wears the badge
of success,
because you
missed the boat
you didn’t even
know was sailing.
Copyright 2010 Kelly D. Tolman
Posted by admin on November 17, 2010
A moment of challenge
To triumph or fall
Today so huge
Eternally small
A lifetime of faces
Affected now
By the bubbly choices
Swirling behind my brow
Copyright 2010 Kelly D. Tolman
Posted by admin on November 14, 2010
I’m Tempest tossed, but not yet lost,
I sit and look at you.
Your face a case of full disgrace,
Ashamed to look at you.
Could I realize within your eyes
The time I hurt you?
Or will I sit, like a chicken shit
And just blame you?
Thin my hide, swallow my pride
Apologize to you?
I offer my peace for sweet release
Of my guilt to you.
Oh please accept without regret
My kind words to you.
I’m on my knees, oh please, oh please
Fully begging you.
I know I’m dumb, a cad, a bum
Not good enough for you,
That’s right you say, and good day!
I’ve had enough of you!
Posted by admin on November 10, 2010
Dank windows,
Skin tight jeans.
The college scene.
Old buildings mix
With new dreams,
But nobody seems
To know where they lead.
Some guess. Some hope.
Some follow a rope
Of thought or a slope
Sliding back to the poor
House they crawled from.
Blank windows,
Busy sidewalks
Leading to talks
And bored chalk
Full of
Philosophy or
Statistics, methods
Designed to take
Or break
You to a future
You can’t speak
Or see.
Out these
Fine windows
Of life
And skin
Tight jeans.
Posted by admin on November 1, 2010
To Hypocrisy
To hypocrisy.
That’s me.
I can sit and spin a yarn
About doing no harm
To another’s soul.
Or cast a kind glance
At another’s mischance
And nod, remorseful.
Truss up a word of advice
Bound , gagged and tied
Just to be helpful.
But if the word isn’t belief
I slink dangerous as a thief
After your soul.
For ideas all can change.
With time be re-arranged,
As passions grow cold.
My mind wrongs a right,
Oft times takes delight,
In corrupting your goals.
But that’s me,
Hypocrisy.
Copyright 2010
