Captured Moments

A classical photo album

A classical photo album (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

These photos are my captured moments
Recollections of you, they flicker
in and out of view like a silent movie reel and  I follow their lead by emotion and I feel so much that the memories arising are uncertain and unclear

I try to keep us in these captured moments
as back then I tried to keep us so
And from these pictures dreams may follow  and new flowers grow, and blossom in the crevices
of my aging heart

And I wonder if you keep them too, such captured moments
Any photos or mementos of our time, as though to say
it really mattered, every night and day, and if so over time
do they age well as vintage wine, or have they withered
on the vine, so long ago?

© Helen Valentina 2013 All Rights Reserved

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Derby Day

Day At The Races

Day At The Races (Photo credit: tj.blackwell)

Derby day fashion
Out on the green
Elegant, dashing
Live to be seen

Day at the races
Decked out in style
Finding our places
Linger awhile

Derby day horses
Winning their race
Running their courses
Taking their place

But it’s the dresses
Catching our eye
Fine hats and tresses
See how we try

© Helen Valentina 2013 All Rights Reserved

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Amber Skye Forbes: Author Interview!!!

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Synopsis: Amelia Gareth’s brother is a witch and the only way to save her family from the taint in his blood is to become a professed nun at Cathedral Reims. However, in order to become professed, she must endure trials that all nuns must face. Surviving these trials is not easy, especially for Amelia, who is being stalked by shadowy beings only she can see. They’re searching for people they can physically touch, because only those they can touch can see them. Amelia soon learns why she is being stalked when she accidentally harms her best friend with fire during the third trial. Fire is a witch’s signature. The shadows are after witches. Now Amelia must decide what to do: should she continue on her path to profession knowing there is no redemption, or should she give up on her dream and turn away from Cathedral Reims in order to stop the shadows who plan to destroy everything she loves?

Sounds exciting doesn’t it? Amber was kind enough to do an interview with me for the launch of her wonderful new book, When Stars Die.  Check out what Amber had to say in below!

Amber Forbes Author

1. How long have you been writing? What inspired you to start?
I’ve been writing since I was 8, so that’s about 15 years, but I’ve been seriously writing since I was 14, which is when I started the sequel to When Stars Die called The Stars Are Infinite. Nothing really inspired me to start, honestly. I just feel like it was something I was born with, if that makes sense. I wouldn’t say it was some higher power endowing me with this “magical ability,” but it’s just something I absolutely have to do. I love it, but there’s no explaining what started it.
2. Is this your first published work – if not, what else have you published, and if so, what prompted you to publish now?
When Stars Die isn’t exactly my first published work. I’ve had a few short stories published, but I didn’t feel like a “real” author until WSD was picked up by AEC Stellar Publishing, Inc. And I’ve always wanted to publish. I knew that ever since I was 8. Back then I thought you had to have a college degree to publish, but, obviously, I’ve learned A LOT since then. But what prompted me to finally start seeking publication was that my assistant, Mariah Wilson, believed in my work so much, and so I just decided to take a chance on it by sending it off to AEC and waiting to see what they said. Obviously, they liked it, and here I am with a published work. I know most people advise you wait before signing on with a new house, but, well, if all authors did that, the house wouldn’t survive. Plus, I liked the first book they were publishing, and they aren’t drastically different from other independent presses in terms of how they do things.
3. You describe your genres as paranormal and romance. Did you set out to write in those genres, or did the story come first and the genre allocation later?
I actually had no clue what genre it was when I first began writing it. I thought fantasy at first, but then later down the road, paranormal seemed to have launched as its own genre, so I knew my trilogy was going to be paranormal. But the romance part of the paranormal didn’t get tagged on until much later in the process of When Stars Die. I knew I had to beef up the romance to make the ending as effective as I wanted it to be—as in, more shocking, not necessarily the reader crying over what happens.
4. Is there a key message in your work or is it written mainly for fun and entertainment – or both?
I generally always try to write with a message. I have no problem with books written for pure fun, but I personally want readers to think about my book long after I’ve written it, and books with some sort of message are usually remembered best. The key message in my work is basically to question everything you’ve been taught: your beliefs, values, morals, ect. Sometimes it’s hard to question those things, especially if, for example, you’ve been a devout Christian all your life, but you should be a devout Christian because you know why you want to be, not because you were raised that way. As Ciel from Black Butler says, “There is a fine line between education and brainwashing.”
5. Any hints for aspiring writers? Anything you would do differently in your publishing journey with the wisdom of hindsight, or would absolutely do again because it worked so well?
For aspiring writers, do your research on what path of publishing you want to take, be it big press, small press, or self-publishing. I had a school visit not too long ago where I stressed to the kids that they do their research, that publishing is as much a business as it is an art. I hope they took something away from that.
I wouldn’t do anything different, really. I suppose I would have just done a lot more research so that way I could realize that whether or not you have marketing behind you, you still need a platform, which I didn’t really have when I signed on to AEC. But I am building one, and it’s never too late to build one, even if you’ve already had a book published. I know a lot more now than I did back then, so by the time the sequel to WSD comes out, things should be going pretty smoothly for me now that I know what to do.
6. If your book was a person, how would you describe his/her personality?
Dark, determined, sensitive, strong, intelligent, and loyal.
7. Why did the author cross the road?
The author crossed the road so she could be hit by a car after having edited her novel to death.

Want more? (Of course you do!!)

Links:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AmberSkyeForbes
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AmberSkyeF
Blog: http://amberskyeforbes.wordpress.com
Webpage: http://amberskyeforbes.com
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18387010-when-stars-die

Bio: Amber Skye Forbes is a dancing writer who prefers pointe shoes over street shoes, leotards over skirts, and ballet buns over hairstyles. She loves striped tights and bows and will edit your face with a Sharpie if she doesn’t like your attitude. She lives in Augusta, Georgia where she writes dark fiction that will one day put her in a psychiatric ward…again. But she doesn’t care because her cat is a super hero who will break her out.

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Hearts Racing

St. Michael and fallen angels Rubens, 17th century

St. Michael and fallen angels Rubens, 17th century (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

They felt their hearts racing
At the moment of descent
All their fears there embracing
All their hopes and innocence

Feel them whirl as they fall
See them frightened by the light
We cannot help them, not at all
They alone must face this fight

Hearts racing beyond measure
Souls reaching for their home
Fearful of desired treasure
All together, all alone

© Helen Valentina 2013 All Rights Reserved

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It Must Be Love

A heart being used as a symbol of love. Photo ...

A heart being used as a symbol of love. Photo modified by author using Photoshop. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It must be love
I’ve been sick for days
It must be love
Neither eat nor sleep
It must be love
In so many ways
It must be love
And I’m in too deep

It must be love
I just see your face
It must be love
In a waking dream
It must be love
I’m a hopeless case
It must be love
That is how it seems

It must be love
Neither eat nor sleep
It must be love
And I’m in too deep

© Helen Valentina 2013 All Rights Reserved

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Wicked

The Black Rose

The Black Rose (Photo credit: rick020200)

I am wicked she said
I am of the night
I am desolate, lost
You cannot fight
My deliberate moves
And my strategy
All the wicked begin
And all end with me

I am wicked she cried
Though not by my choice
I’m the song of the siren
The deadliest voice
And if I once was good
Then I once more may be
But I can’t seem to cease
Living wickedly

© Helen Valentina 2013 All Rights Reserved

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Chill Factor

Ice and icicles on a bush./ Gefrorenes Wasser ...

Ice and icicles on a bush./ Gefrorenes Wasser auf einem Baum (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Winter has a chill factor
It teaches to its favoured sons
A desolate determination
To take all as prisoners, every one
An ice to flavour
All relationships
The wit and cruelty
Of an upturned lip

Winter’s deep chill factor
Permeates your very bones
You wear it as an armour when
Into this world you’re thrown
To strike out first and sharpest
And all mercy forget
It is just your strategy
Your first and surest bet

Winter’s chill factor
Is your heart and soul
The death of all you loved
Is your forsaken goal
And in the end you’re nothing
You’re just the melting ice
But it’s far, it’s far too late
You can’t be frozen twice

© Helen Valentina 2013 All Rights Reserved

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Old Flame

A flame

A flame (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I saw you first
Your face in the mirror
Across the café floor
It’s older now
More lined
But beautiful still

Your hair is shorter
And more sparse
Your restless energy
Slightly more contained
As you sipped your signature coffee
And read
Your neck arched
Your softly bowing head

I remember at once the sound
Of your hello when I would call
Across a room just like this
And your sparkling eyes
And smile were bliss

Old flame here found
So unexpectedly
I’m not prepared, I’m awkward
A little lost and cowardly
So I’ll quietly slip
Out to a street of strangers
Before you can see
My bleak retreat, old flame…

© Helen Valentina 2013 All Rights Reserved

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24 Hours

An antique clock face.

An antique clock face. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s only a day
Could seem like a century
24 hours pass
So fleetingly
But each breath
Lasts eternally
Burnt summer sun
Shining youthfully

Words spoken in haste
So much time to fill
24 hours lost
All our dreams are spilled
On the tablecloth
At picnic hour
Waiting for release
Of a summer shower

It was only a day
Surrounded by silent night
24 hours long
Nothing that’s wrong or right
I held your hand
Just as the light would fade
So that the morning light
Was but a day delayed

24 hours long
Each life is but a song
And every melody
Resonates endlessly

© Helen Valentina 2013 All Rights Reserved

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Crystal Life

Graffiti - Ballerina silhouette

Graffiti – Ballerina silhouette (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A little ballerina
Crystal life
Shimmers soulless on the mantelpiece
All alone
Music playing
Cannot reach her
She’s just stationary
Crystal tones

How our little
Ballerina
Yearns to dance now upon
A darkened stage
But she’s frozen
Like a memory
Captured here on
History’s page

It’s not real, this crystal life
It’s a whiplash, it’s a knife
It’s a promise that is broken
It’s a secret never spoken
And our pretty ballerina
I am sure that you have seen her
Like pretenders to the throne
Crystal lives are led alone

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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