Losing The Creative SparkSomewhere in the depths of my mind is an everlasting well of ideas. But sometimes it's hard to lift the heavy lid. And around it has grown up a tangled jungle called Real Life, making it hard to find amongst the clusters of thoughts.Losing The Creative Spark by The-Random-Dreamer
The very thing that I used to love escaping from has subdued me, caught me in its grasp. I used to write instinctively, without thinking. I hated having to analyse language in English lessons, because I didn't believe that writers put any conscious thought into their work. Now, I'm more than happy to analyse everything I read or write - which leaves less room for sudden flashes of inspiration. I believe that once we start to grow up our imagination weakens, like eye sight in old age.
If course I still write every day, but only my diary and ongoing projects. Which is definitely a good thing; I never used to be able to keep going with a novel for long. I plan my work thoroughly now, to ensure it makes sense. I lose myself in the world I've created (and no ot
Send SOMEONE to fix it.help my lord, please.Send SOMEONE to fix it. by Perpetualpeace
Remember? when you carved me with your own gentle hands.
Remember? the day when you decided to put life in me.
but I still remember you whispered in my ears that
I'm free to choose any religion,
any way of living.
I may not be your magnum opus
still have faith in me
let me prove
this creation is not in vain.
by mistake you left a spec in my vein
spec sometime tickles my love bone,
sometimes funny bone.
Sometime it helps me to fill my heart with enthusisam.
But sometime it start malfunctioning
I feel I'm stuck in dark cold muddy cave
I feel so helpless.
Can you send SOMEONE to fix it
I'm very alone.
Life SucksSo much work to doLife Sucks by The-Random-Dreamer
And I don't even know how;
All I've learnt this term is that
I'm too disorganised, and
I've got so, so much to worry about.
That's life. It sucks.
I can't go on
Only feeling joy in other worlds,
Not this one.
Why did exams and school,
Teachers, mark schemes and rules
Make it all so damn cruel?
Life really sucks.
But life isn't about all that.
Life is yesterday;
Being free, being with friends, being Alive.
That should be what life's about.
They just don't get it.
All that contrast between old and new;
Needless depression; I don't want to have to rant
But I do.
Although I know there's always hope,
To be found somewhere.
It's not life that sucks.
TodayI chose to dream all dayToday by BeachBumm12K
Because then my dreams may take me away
I can imagine how things could be
Let my mind go free
One day I will be able to see
See how things are meant to be
I'm waiting on that one day
Oh how I wish it would be today
For my dreams to start
For them to come true
Oh how I wish for it to be today
My dreams are sitting there waiting
Waiting to come true
Please, please be today.
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