Let’s talk about a few of the tips I personally use to keep me inspired to write. These work a majority of the time but of course, there are times when the “block” hits hard and I’m just not inspired to do anything. During those times I’ve learned to let…
smoke and mirrors objects may be closer than they appear and only here can they become exactly what we want them to be take shapes of what we want to see so… don’t lose sight of where you’re going while watching where you’ve been
keep the angles tight and the lights low watch your image glow watch it transform reborn out of the shadows
new and malleable
ready for so much more strong and unbreakable your likeness represented your fear undetected
this is your future self the other side of what the mirror reflects
The challenge: I am asking you to “nonet the night” which is to write a nine-line poem following its syllabic form for each line describing the night or something about the night or an object enhanced by the night that intrigues you.
Man is absolute in thought character or chance with process made himself. He destroys himself of strength and peace. By choice. By abuse. Below the level of the beast two extremes. Beautiful truths brought to light none is more divine, but only in his weakness he then becomes the wise. Searching truth into his soul his life. Absolute. He that seeketh findeth knowledge. Man’s mind may run wild but it must discover that he is master of his life.
encoded in your fingertips a message meant for me, traced along my lips the insides of my hips, my skin is the Braille you read we spoke only in tongues our bodies controlled the speed, licked lavish limericks and encircled love, linguistically muffled moans spoke fervently, we vocalized in a secret code only our souls could decipher, eagerly arching to brace him, unspoken prose liberated our language
Just as I lay to sleep I’m hit invading me with an impulse unparalleled. Jolting. Invigorating. My being is anxious as I search through darkness for tools to release, this compelling evolving force. Seducing my soul with words and metaphors. Advancing hastily. Incoherently maneuvering the realms of my mind. My psyche exhilarated I write double time to captured the flood spilling from inside begging to drown me. Threatening to swallow me whole fervently I silence them calming this fury. I cover them in ink. Cementing them to this page. –forever.