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*sigh* I have this whole idea for a poem. I've written it down in narrative form and everything. Usually that jars some creative juices, but I cannot put it into verse! I can't think of any of the right lines. It's so frustrating and I NEED TO VENT! ARG!

 

I haven't been able to write for a long while. Not since Beast I think! (I'd have to check that) But I REALLY want to write something. To create. And I even know what I want to create. I just don't have the skill to do it. so frustrating!!

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take your subject idea and write it out in the Writer's Workshop.

Then walk away from it for a day or two. Exercise. Think about something else. Get your conscious mind out of the way and busy and let the idea simmer.

Come back, reread what you wrote and see if you can build on it, twist it, tweak it, or if it knocks loose something else.

 

If you write it... something will come of it. :)

 

Scritches the wolf Politely behind the ears.

 

-P

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...write everthing you've written out already again... Then try to form pharses... they can be wordless... sing it... play with and vary the beat... if that doesn't work... go for a walk... whether a memory or just imagination form a image of a scene of what you want to write as you walk... If you like to run or bike or hike... do that ... try to fit you words in with the beat of your pace... All this is just to jump start you... if you catch a flow or stream , it may take on a life of it's own... and end up writing itself...

 

That's how i go about it when i'm stuck...

 

And my best poem grew from and about the process... Took me over a year to write... Hope some of this helps....

 

rev...

 

 

Dark Rainy Night

2002 (a.k.a walking, Dark Dreary Night... Dreamlost Collection, Vol I...All rights reserved)

 

 

Late December.

 

Passing the time, with wondering mind

Wrapped in darkness shivering

Rhythms play in my head

 

Walking in this rainy night…

Clearest in the numbing cold,

I feel safe.

 

Worlds from my past

Flow chaotic, on a tune…

Quietly hummed, the process resumes:

 

 

So steal a beat, add repeat

Meld a theme, to think in stream...

Remind your mind to lose some time

And coat yourself in nature's rhyme

 

To selfishly star in your self-styled stories,

And dwell in past with love you’d forgotten

Open the wounds that once you did cover

Open them up, to help you recover

 

So kindle the fire to slight you regrets...

Make silly the story, half-hidden, you fret

You’re always so lovely, though rarely so kind

It’s not what you bury, but what’s in your mind

 

Pain's a jester, So sweet is her nectar

In darkness, lovers did sigh

But when you remember, that cold cold December

In darkness, lovers will cry

 

 

 

So spin, spun a song for myself,

Selfishly crying then laughing

It's too bad I feel nothing.

I feel nothing at all.

 

Tired the numbness, though it must love us

Anything’s better, than nothing at all

Standing numb to shiver

Would be better to quiver

Isn't this silly, makes no sense at all

 

Let the cold rain of night, freeze my heart warm.

And muffle my mind, to let loose the storm

And chain it to rhythm, to set ups the streams

To quiet the demons, and silence the screams:

 

Of Rage and of Worry,

Of Fear and Regret

The Tragic, the Bitten

The Burned and the Set

 

Upon which I list and I wax in my rage…

Let the cold rain of night-

Make me shudder contained

To mirror my shiver and cover the pain.

 

And if all was made clever, and all was made terse

Then roll back the black torrent in a spate of rhymed verse

If your rhythm’s not platinum, but you flow just the same

Search more then the phrases; sung true they will tame…

 

As I keep walking, words of rhyme fill my mind

For a time, I find peace--an emotional release

 

But sweeter’s the feeling

Where void stood before…

It only seems tragic if too often ignored…

 

The reasons for meanings

The fear before rage

The hum before singing

The feelings left saved

 

Catching chaos now fleeing

At the door we must part…

It’s was only me walking, to unbury my heart…

Edited by reverie
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rev- nice...

 

Hopper- I know where you're coming from, but I'm hoping that just reading good writing will jar some ideas or activity into this brainwashed hunk of flesh

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