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I've walked with death, I've walked in life, I've written fiction, I've become inks wife. Tell me your tales Tell me your dreams Let me make them immortal Let me stitch up those seams.
#phrase Where today shall my mind roam.
My words portray every thought that i have. Show them in color or in black and white. And show the experiences ive had. Spoken words are hard but easy to write. Not only poems but songs and books too.
What to write. What to write. What shall I write today. What to write. What to write. I have so much to say. What to write. What to write. Let's make words come to life. What to write. What to write.
Sometimes I get distracted, No, I always do- I'm scared of what you'll think of me When I post a new opuss.
WordsWordsWordsWords. R u n n i n g. D r i p p i n g. D. O. W. N. Š Î. Ŵ R. Ł. Ī Ñ. G. *C*R<<<A>>>S*H*I*N*G*. R nd Ut. Ou aBo.
Hello again and today is Monday, October 8, 2012. Now I've been told that to write correctly you have to follow a recepie per se.
I've never written one before. It doesn't really apply to my life... Well I guess it does, but not that much. I mean, there's a certain aspect that does, but really, just the one.
I'm always aiming to write The perfect words for a perfect poem A poetry that speaks not only of - Disjointed words, and flowerly rhymes, I do not write for pennies and dimes.
A room of steam, A glass of wine. That's what it takes, To make a damned rhyme. A game of cards, A misty head. I need all this, To write what you read. Some clearing water, An aspirin.
Part of this near the end might be confusing, but that is because it is a simple stream of conciousness and only I understand what was going on in my mind. But that was the point.
Hello again, and today is Friday, September 28, 2012. Now going along with the theme of ideas for the past few Opusses I've posted, I think that it should be good to talk about inspiration.
I will write. So long I've waited. My brain has rested. Words have baited. Busy and tired. I've put it aside. But now I'm back. With heavy stride. I missed you all. And writing too.
If you've seen my profile and bio, you'll have noticed I have mentioned my profile pic, the fuzz monkeys. This is an explanation of what they r and how they were made.
Okay, as some of you may know, I am a pianist and composer. My debut album - Quando Diciamo Addio - is coming out very soon. The title of this blog is the English Translation of the album title.
#movement. ambling along. writing a song. a poem or a line. feeling fine. no need to rush. or speed as such. just up with the birds. choosing my words. i'll take my time. when i write a rhyme.
The first sign of madness Is voices in your head And not being able to differentiate From what it real or not there Ask any writer Where did this story come.
Okay well, my other account is @SparksIgnite and I was going to keep all my songs there. One More Night is now my official recording thingiemabob...
You ask me why writers are so sad, words full of gloom. We are lying side by side.
Now this is strange. I see people, albeit few people, liking my work.
I have mixed feelings, About writing poetry. I would rather write, A story, Or draw, In my sketch book, But sometimes, I don't know why. I have to write, A poem.
I'm sat down looking at my screen. I'm totally confused. I have no ideas what to do. I call up my friends, my family and my tree doctor. Neither of them know what to do .
#nature I've lost my muse, I would use the Ocean, But she's too blue. Would drown me with her emotions. I would use the Fire, But she burns to bright. Would set my paper a light.
#emotion Waiting. And thinking. Time paaaassssiiiinnngggg. Clock t.i.c.k.i.n.g. Dog barking. Twin YELLING. Where do you think Inspiration is dwelling. Pen swirling. Head w•h•i•r•l•i•n•g.