Tag Archive: inspiration
(Just a little me across the screen….)
I’ve tried just lately I’ve tried….
Everytime I get that pull, that urg…. The only way I can think to describe it, is it’s like taking a knife to my veins and letting it all bleed out…. only instead of life blood, a knife, and my veins, it’s a pen and my fingers and words. Those words…. The ones that pour like I’m overtaken and can’t stop til those words have exhausted themselves, until the flames of them are extinguished. It’s a need, like the words pouring out are feeding me the drug I need….
So hard to explain…. I guess if you write, then you’ll understand….
But just lately…. it’s all wrong…. The poems are there. The words are there. But I can’t write them any more….
They say that every male artist, has a female muse, whatever medium he uses, paints, clay, metal, music, choreography, words…. He always has a muse he can fall back on to inspire and turn the fire in his eyes from dull embers into a roaring symphony of flames…. I have two. “M” who has been inspiring me since I was 15, and “P” who has been the inspiration behind so many and whose friendship I highly value. Right now not even them inspire me.
Right now, even though the words are there, I catch their lingering echo as they find themselves unused and move on. Right now, even though I try, I can’t let the words run free from my hand. They’re there building up and up stacking higher and higher until they’re ready, but I can’t get them, that melodious harmony of words, that ability to pick the perfect prose, I don’t know where it’s gone.
Right now it’s raining and I’m sitting in a car alone with the music playing, I love rain, it’s always been that perfect sin, I’ve always loved that cold sharp sting as it hits bare skin and the smell…. The smell of fresh, of clean and new…. it’s always inspired me to write. But right now? No nope no….
I’m playing a playlist that inspires (it’s called songs to write to), on spotify. But nothing. And I have “P” on my mind (well his gorgeous dog actually), I read a message from him this morning and so he’s there…. But I still feel “out of touch” with words.
So I guess this is just me…. my thoughts being spilled across the screen…. just tapping away on my phone as I drift into thought in the car…. my thought was that maybe I just need to write? But I still feel the exact same. Was I expecting to feel different? Not really….
So I guess the question becomes are you still awake after reading all this? You are?! Cool 🙂 Well I hope you have a fantastic day wherever in the world you are, and i hope it’s filled with many small moments that make you smile.
.x.
Last night I dreamt of snow
and I was lost in it alone,
I hadn’t a clue where I was just I
was so very far from home,
I walked on for mile
upon mile,
As in the bitter cold the
flakes came thicker faster all the while,
I came to a small clearing in a wood
where I screamed in frustration and fell to my knees,
The wind it howled
and shook all the trees,
So peaceful in its way
branches heavy with snow,
I forgot I was lost and just watched
the show,
Flakes thick and heavy
so delicately fall,
They dance in the wind
and so enticingly call,
My body now freezing
but I had forgotten the cold,
Just watching the snowflakes
their story unfold,
And as I watched
shapes I did see,
They came from the woods
to watch just like me,
The feeling of cold
now gone from my bones,
The snowflakes on my skin
all finding new homes,
My skin it had turned
a porcelain white,
My last breath escaped
freed into the night,
My eyes they glassed over
this story dies with me,
Now I am now nothing but a snowflake
this is where I dance free….
.x.
~ Tyst lilla snöflinga…. ~
Hush little snowflake
so gently you fall,
Hush little snowflake
so softly you call,
As all of the snow
falls to the ground,
You are so different
you swirl twirl around,
You follow you captivate
and you dance way up high,
So noticeable you weave
around the night sky,
Dance around the man
who’s walking his dog,
Then wait for them to catch up
you land on a log,
You effortlessly glide
on the wintry breeze,
As the wind ruffles branches
of all the pine trees,
Swirl around the man
and slowly whisper slowly call,
Tell him a secret
just one not all,
Land on his shoulder
a promise of touch,
He is going home with his dog
and that means much,
Float up little snowflake
swirl turn around,
Swirl around the dog make her bark
and jump off the ground,
Dance little snowflake
dance up high,
Sing little snowflake
sing for me
a goodbye….
.x.
For Pelle and Winna,
Thank you for the inspiration.
.x.x.
Such an amazing thought….
.x.
Laying here
feel so raw,
Step in through hole
inside of floor,
Been here before
but don’t remember the door,
This place ain’t magic
anymore,
Inside the door
a heart stands in the room,
Multifaceted it gleams
a jewel in the gloom,
Pulsating quietly
boom boom boom,
Gravity spins
impending doom,
Knife in my hand
slice the heart step inside,
Here is proof
that someone lied,
I see the secret I
need to hide,
The tears of an ocean
have been cried,
Everything’s going
on the slide,
With a gush I find I’m
somewhere new,
This must be a dream
it can’t be true,
Falling falling
into the blue,
Paper planes so many
overhead they flew,
They chase they chase
but I avoid them phew,
In a cave I look
at what someone drew,
These drawings span a life
as it unfold,
A story being read
but still untold,
Someone that’s been hurt
and not been consoled,
But they’ve learnt to breath again
a sight to behold,
Like so many out in the world
brave and bold,
We watch them the young
we watch them the old,
Hey look a rhyming poem
i’ve told I’ve told!!!!
.x.
There is something so profoundly calming and serene about sitting on the back step blowing bubbles…. You may think that sounds crazy. Hey even I do writing it but, just give it a thought for a moment…. from an imaginative point, open yourself up to the endless creativity s of just what the bubble is, can be, will be and was…. ok I’m the first to admit I sound like a loon but….
….Each bubble is a tiny burst of life soaring,
An iridescent orb for us adoring,
A story weaving magic for children at play,
A multicoloured smile to lighten their day,
Deep down I don’t think it matters your age….
A bubble is a pretty cool thing….
.x.
“A picture speaks a thousand words….”
Do you believe that? I think it tells a lot more. An intriguing story, a wondrous tale, a hundred thousand different meanings, and each meaning both different and emotionally thought provoking.
So I have a question is there a picture/photo/drawing that every time you see it you are filled with thoughts, with whats, with maybes?
“A picture can invoke a hundred million thoughts….”
I wondered if any of you would be willing to share a picture/photo/drawing that inspires you?
I hope you all have a happy Tuesday and that someone makes you smile today.x.
My perfection
is that I’m imperfect….
Only by accepting my flaws
am I perfect….
My imperfections make me perfect
they make me who I am
and most importantly,
who I’m meant to be.
By accepting I’m not perfect ( nor will I ever be ),
I am stronger….
.x.
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