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Sometimes I just sit there, waiting to be struck, with one poetic thought. Other times I am struck, with a line to my poem, and I have nowhere, to write it down. Inspiration comes from, nature and the world. It comes from the people, I meet, the ones I love and hate. Inspiration comes to me, on i
The pencil soars across the black page painting imagination, uniqueness illuminating places concealed in the corner of your mind bringing eccentric beasts into the fabric of reality blustering winds rush over once serene, quiet glades rainbows tango in the sky translucent beads of water descend f
Breathing in. The lungs expand, chest tight. The air catches in my throat. Breathing out. The air slithers out, my eyes going, facing the paper. It is blank, void of anything but a red line and blue lines. My mind is already at work. What is it going to be?
It is a wall. It is stiff, blank. Unmoving. It guards the paradise That she knows belongs there.
It is a stone Waiting for her, the sculptor, To make it mean something.
Sometimes it glows with urgency. Other times it is dull, Craving the contact of a human hand.
Sometimes all it takes is A lyric of a song A fragment of a conversation A moment captured in a photograph Then suddenly there you are Using whatever you can Napkins, paper, your own skin They become the thing You inscribe your soul onto The words flying above your head in a frenzy Like
If time could be measured in words I would handwrite novels until my knuckles bled Analyze every single piece written by Steven King twice Type poems so complex so that the meaning gets lost Construct every screenplay to give you the ending you deserve Switch my major to songwriting and throw in
a house can feel like a whole world when you’re lying in your bed at 4 a.m., too early to rise in a coup against the lingering stars, too late for the soft black of the backs of eyelids to last long enough, light switch flipped up so as not to have to stare at the dark but staring at the slow mea