Lane Burns
Bio
I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I’m still just finding my voice and coming to believe that I can do this again. I like writing poetry and darker fiction. As well as some fan fictions!
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My New Writing Journey is about to Begin!
What do I want to do this year on vocal? I've contemplated this one for a fair few weeks. For awhile I was considering throwing in the towel. I don't have many reads, and sometimes I tend to flesh something out and just let it loose onto the innerweb before it is ready. But somewhere in all the pondering I came to the simple conclusion. This year, I am writing for myself.
By Lane Burns6 months ago in Chapters
Lane The Writer
What is identity? Typically when we ask this question, people throw out words that point towards this unique sense of being. And we end up with this idea of a specialized unique string of words and thoughts that make us who we are. In essences, it is a fact of being. And that's just at the basic level of the individual. Each person has their own individual identity, but we also become a collection of group identities and perceived identity. So when I am asked the question of identity, and to think of a particular moment where I have grappled with who I am. I generally cannot think of one individual time. As it seems that each year offers a new set of challenges and situations that have me redefining who I am in the world and how the world comes to see me. It becomes this ever changing factor of life, that I don't think can really be pinned down. Now, I have been known to be a anxty individual, whose always questioning the boundries of society and of myself. So this could be an inherent bias I have. But, even at the ripe young age of 26, I find myself once again in an internal battle of the day old question, who am I?
By Lane Burns7 months ago in Writers
I didn't leave you my dear.
Our visits have become something of a ritual for me. With a bouquet of fresh flowers in hand, I breathe in the cold air. Letting it feel my lungs with a sense of urgency and pain. A reminder that each breathe, no matter how painful is a gift. My mother would be so proud to hear me quoting her. Closing the door to the car, I find myself preparing myself. I shouldn’t be nervous. It’s not like I need to really say anything.
By Lane Burns9 months ago in Fiction
I am Friends with Death.
Similar to Emily Dickinson, I have become a good friend with death. I find them to be lovely company and generally a kind soul. Some days death has a temper, and comes down with an iron fist. But other days they are a sooth presence; a peaceful spectator.
By Lane Burns9 months ago in Poets