Losing The Creative Spark by The-Random-Dreamer, literature
Literature
Losing The Creative Spark
Somewhere 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.
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
Send SOMEONE to fix it. by Perpetualpeace, literature
Literature
Send SOMEONE to fix it.
help my lord, please.
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
but
still have faith in me
and
let me prove
that
this creation is not in vain.
And
you know,
by mistake you left a spec in my vein
that
spec sometime tickles my love bone,
sometimes funny bone.
Sometime it helps me to fill my heart with enthusisam.
But sometime it start malfunctioning
and
I feel I'm stuck in dark cold muddy cave
and
I feel
"You need to get a life."
That's what I hear from everyone,
So often that I've given up trying
To be normal.
They don't understand - that's their loss.
Because I don't just have one life
But infinite lives in universes of paper.
You think that's sad? Then you've never known
The freedom, the magic, the desire for more...
You say I'm boring, sitting there in silence,
But I tell you: I'm only boring on the outside.
If you could see inside my head, you'd change your mind.
Because this is my life.
"You need to get your priorities right."
Words ranted by fiendish teachers
About exams, revision, homework planners.
It's not that I don
Not Afraid To Dream by The-Random-Dreamer, literature
Literature
Not Afraid To Dream
Sitting alone beside a window
Staring out at the pouring rain;
Trees thrashing their branches around
In this freezing "British weather again."
The torrents have been beating down
Onto the roofs, all day; the sound
Makes it seem like this world
Is such a depressing place, now.
But I refuse to be brought down
By those who'll pass me off as weird;
I won't be bound
By those who've never found
Means to Escape.
Yes, I might fail
No, I might not succeed
But I still believe.
Time and time again I'm
Lifted off my feet,
'Cause I'm not afraid to dream.
Seems like one world's
Never gonna be enough for me.
So I'm not afraid to dream
The Escape From Maths by The-Random-Dreamer, literature
Literature
The Escape From Maths
The teacher droned on in the background. I sat, scribbling in my notebook. All eyes were turned downwards towards their maths exercise books, as each pupil frantically rushed through the questions, trying to keep up with the fast-moving teacher. He did not notice that a window in my corner of the maths room was open. A chilling February wind blew through it, but at least I could escape. The window was only open a short way, but it was my only chance.
Maths was supposed to be really fundamentally important because you had to "have a GCSE in it for virtually every career". But the thing was, I had chosen to be an author, and that DIDN'T involv
I pray things aren't as they seem,
With an angry world
And forgotten people
I pray that the world stops,
With the anger
And the violence
I pray that the forgotten are remembered,
With happiness
And don't fade into the background
I pray that things aren't as they seem,
With a broken heart
And a fistful of dreams
I pray
He was a man
Named after a martyr
That alone alludes to greatness
And it did
He was a father, brother, leader
A great man he was
Leading those greatly oppressed
Silenced by a seed of hatred
Felled by the bullet of racism
Killed by the crime of segregation
He had a dream for his country
"I Have a Dream"