My love for Opuss is waning
And yet I don't know why
I still love words and books, stories
Yet there's an emptiness inside
And so I find myself detaching from
The rope from Opuss to me
As it grows slacker, I lose the urge
To write true poetry
This isn't a farewell at all
It's just a pile of words
I'll stick around and write if I
Want my voice to be heard.
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Life's a mystery.
Inspiration. Strikes. In the dead of the. Night,. Ungodly hours,. Or whilst I'm in. The shower,. My brain confused,. With lyrical. Abuse,. A to Z of verse. Put it together. Make words converse,.
Gone are the days. The mystical ways my mind would play. The inspiration I would find from a topic on my mind. The kind way my brain would relay a message. The relationship of a related heritage.
Inspiration, a Small word, but it can be so Very hard to find.
Oh my goodness, I am so embarrassed about this one. I don't know why. Here goes: I'm staring at this blank page, I'm staring back at me, It's begging me to fill it, To set my feelings free.
My heart's a thing. I can't explain. When it embraces. Joy and pain. My heart is young. It catches fire. But keeps me safe. From harm's desire. My heart is old. But still so strong. Keeps me here.
You'll find no sadness in this post For now at least I'm your happy host Welcome to my smiley face Please come in,your presence please grace I know my poems are up and down One day mad and next day...
I think I'm running out of words to say. I think about it every day. A poem or a story. Whatever I'll do it later don't worry. So later I turn on my Ipod and open this app.
Words can make you feel on top of the world Or throw you into the depths of the ocean Make your voice loud enough to be heard Or heal your wounds life a magic potion.
It's probably a phase I went through exactly the same. Just write when you want but stick around I love reading your work. Who will fill the elephant void. 😘
😱😨😭😰😓 I really hope you stay, but I'm not forcing you. I hope this passes over and you'll find your love for Opuss rekindled.
It's happened to me before, too, the moon needs to wane before it's full, again, just write when you feel inspiration and, soon enough, you'll love Opuss as much as and feel as inspired as before 😌 I'll be looking forward to it 😉
Like all the above the same thing happened to me, don't stress about it relax and I'm sure it will come back ❤
@ckahn @leelee101 @eddie12309 @Irrational_Kimmi @misslittleDHP @MelchiorJ13 @sjw thank you everyone for your kind words. As I said it's not goodbye, and I do hope it's just a phase...but either way I know I've slowed down. Maybe I had only a limited supply of inspiration? 😜
To echo everyone else it happened to me before, we can't be writing machines sometimes we just need a break 😊
@MrAlex I've realised that now. I'm just taking it easy. :) however, I'm glad you came back, I've missed your work. (and you).
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