Of course you’re not aware of what you’re creating. How could you be? You may as well be… I dunno what you may as well be doing but for the sake of comparing it to anything, the scribbles aren’t really that big a deal in so far as thinking about it all goes for me. I mean… it’s hard to shake it off, and to actually NOT write something. However, I do totally think that the act of trying to get something out of maybe nothing is only going to be seen as a rather difficult thing to achieve once you’ve actually achieved that particular thing. Achieved a sense of… artistic merit, I guess? But generally you’re just… letting the words do their best. The storyline, etc which comes from it? I guess you can kinda get to call it magical because, well, you’re supposedly using the exact same parts of the brain most people won’t ever even figure-out how to utilise and use. I mean, f*ck knows how the brain is wired or what-not, but managing to… allocate, maybe(?) these certain parts is extremely, extremely difficult in the first place 😃 Actually… I don’t know how that happens in the first place, although I do know just how painstakingly hard it is and with a lot of waiting around and believing in this tiny speck of, well.. belief, really. People might probably even give you more hope of planning and finally scaling Everest at some stage in your life than landing some sort of an acclaimed style of writing, for the actual weight of what you are trying to inevitably craft and create with the scribbles
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Recent Poems
- A Nail In The Grave. Called Creation.
- -Bite your lip and bite the dust, please.
- Stifled S*******.
- There’s A History In That Scar. “as we watch them dRAG themselves back.” The Art of silencing a tIcKinGMInDBomB inside.
- Topping The Bill And Failing To Boast About It Anymore
- To Sweep It Under The Rug Is To Simply Say: “that we’ve been trying like WiLdFiRe.”
- Raising the rAreSt Of Stakes
- Sycamore bird AtNite. nocturnal Flight And With Passion Between His Wings
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- Sitting with Silence. Part… … … a million
- Messing with mOmEnTuM: asking their tragedy to understand itself:: kindly, Heck(..) q-u-i-e-t-l-y, “if it can.”
- “Pass the pArCeL And Make It Magnificent, Please.”
- -.attempting to Drown in MindbEnDiNg happiness
- “A Smooth Sea Never Made For A Sailor”
- Smoking Guns And Other Alarmingly TwIstEd-In-D-E-E-P(!!) Metaphors. An Artists Right To Portray… . the breath that held itself together for her
- Letting the imbalance be there. For good or for bad.
- “Buried behind her kindness of eye .”
- GatheringTogether TheirSources ofGoldDustAgain. Treading… Melon
- Discovering Candy
- ‘Lying M€$$iah$’
- All the colours of CreAtiVity. Black and all—.
- State of Mind: DelightFULLYdisENFRANCHISED(..) What an oCd minD dOes By dEsign.. default setting OverPROductiveAndDisrupted .
- When A HardNight became AWideAwake Evening. From Berlin to Belgrade in an Instance.
- Silence
- By a hair’s Breadth.
- ‘Silver-chair Montgomery’
- Bitterly Battered BuTtErFlY? Meet Diving-Bell.
- Mission accomplished – And Now…… “For A Sky-B-L-U-€ Sense+of+Indispensable=RECreation, please” // “She’ll Speak When She’s Spoken too.”
- …..
- If sunset is a rule then please give us the tOols
- “She held her(best… … …)breath for the correct correlation of people beCAUSE… there was a whole other universe inside of her AwrY iMaginAtiOn.”
- Their hearts have been hounding them down again.
- Eye of the Storm: Warmer than an AforeWARNED MASTERPEACE.
- “They Will Not Go Down With This Ship”
- startledIntoAction
- Shook but NOT out
- Makeshift superheroes
- Carrying the noise like a Neanderthal’s Mind+on+fire: “it’s probably NOT what we wanted to HEAR.”
- WaLkInG WiTh wIlDfLoweRs: restoring What’s impossible
- Sitting, STANDING, WaLkInG, c-h-a-t-t-i-n-g: “With Their Survival Techniques At Hand.”
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