Post by InfatuatedLoner on Jul 20, 2004 6:16:31 GMT -5
What makes you write? What a very common question through out the history of poets. There is no real reason I write, yet it's there. Brighter then neon yellow, yet as serene as baby's blue. It's fading till I grasp it. Do I know what it is I grasped? Possible. Anger, glee, sadness, confusion, frustration. It has to be one.
You could say I write to forget about this complex reality and let my mind be free. That is also possible.
I wrote a poem about it a few months ago. January 12 of this year. I hope you enjoy it just as much as I enjoyed writing it!!
Spirit of Writing
Point the pen to the paper
Map out your journey
A path through impossible qualities
Worldly or beyond understanding
The crime of broken laws unpunished
You are the tiny ant that builds a kingdom
Unleash the creativity and emotion from
Your soul and project it onto the paper
Forget the rules, forget courtesy to the guidelines
You are the map maker, you are the story teller
Let no ropes, rules or regulations, keep you behind
Just write and respect the art at hand
But then plunge yourself down to the other side
Ending this spectrum of your own understanding
Rip apart what you know, binding your self
With these laws of literature, become of who
You are not, strip yourself of your imagination
Never understanding why it had to be
The path is now a cold iron rail
To the majesty of the true spirit of writing
A sea of sullen, inflexible formalities
Weaken the fantastic impression of supreme potential
Fearing the new, and the corrupt
The art that once was known, bleeds to it’s last breath
You scratch at the surface, finding void feelings
Search deep within to find of witch you lost
That journey that was saved for just one purpose
The perplexing knowledge you found to understand
The unbreakable laws you have broken
The true feeling you have felt
And wake to your journey, you began so long ago
The road to the majesty of the true spirit of writing
No cold iron, sullen seas or weaken impressions
Just a road unraveled, free to mind
A strong holder of imagination, and pure curiosity
A road every free minded writer has ever gone
Don’t forget, point the pen to the paper
Never leave behind your soul and heart
And never bring the rules, enjoy your journey
Down the road that shall forever remain
The road to simplicity in complex remains
The road to the true spirit of writing.
~Loner
You could say I write to forget about this complex reality and let my mind be free. That is also possible.
I wrote a poem about it a few months ago. January 12 of this year. I hope you enjoy it just as much as I enjoyed writing it!!
Spirit of Writing
Point the pen to the paper
Map out your journey
A path through impossible qualities
Worldly or beyond understanding
The crime of broken laws unpunished
You are the tiny ant that builds a kingdom
Unleash the creativity and emotion from
Your soul and project it onto the paper
Forget the rules, forget courtesy to the guidelines
You are the map maker, you are the story teller
Let no ropes, rules or regulations, keep you behind
Just write and respect the art at hand
But then plunge yourself down to the other side
Ending this spectrum of your own understanding
Rip apart what you know, binding your self
With these laws of literature, become of who
You are not, strip yourself of your imagination
Never understanding why it had to be
The path is now a cold iron rail
To the majesty of the true spirit of writing
A sea of sullen, inflexible formalities
Weaken the fantastic impression of supreme potential
Fearing the new, and the corrupt
The art that once was known, bleeds to it’s last breath
You scratch at the surface, finding void feelings
Search deep within to find of witch you lost
That journey that was saved for just one purpose
The perplexing knowledge you found to understand
The unbreakable laws you have broken
The true feeling you have felt
And wake to your journey, you began so long ago
The road to the majesty of the true spirit of writing
No cold iron, sullen seas or weaken impressions
Just a road unraveled, free to mind
A strong holder of imagination, and pure curiosity
A road every free minded writer has ever gone
Don’t forget, point the pen to the paper
Never leave behind your soul and heart
And never bring the rules, enjoy your journey
Down the road that shall forever remain
The road to simplicity in complex remains
The road to the true spirit of writing.
~Loner