Inspire Me
I just call it my inspiration. specifically as it applies to my writing and poetry. * * * how does your inspiration strike? does it brush your attention like the rustling of wind through the trees?
Birthday Inspiration
"Your favourite" Milo said, laying a chocolate and caramel cake with 30 candles on the table gently. "Thank you Milo" Raoul replied, salivating. If it was up to him, he'd pounce on that cake like a wolf. But the discipline he honed for the...
Inspiration (Poem)
inspiration is a funny thing. it is as fleeting, as a fling. inspiration is a funny thing. often fickle, and carries a sting. like a mountain climber. inspiration can slip. falling and falling. until you get a grip.
Tiny Candles
#12 of poetry a (hopefully) inspirational g-rated poem about love in the abstract. this was my first attempt at free verse poetry; it does not rhyme or have a meter, but now you know where i stand.
Shattered Glass
**Shattered Glass** Polished, pristine, perfect. Border, barrier, boundary. Fragile, frail, flimsy. Tethered, tangled, trapped. Composed, calm, collect. Still, silent, sullen. Caught, captured, censored. Set me free. Break it. Cross...
I can't cry narritive.
Joshua D Williams Mr. Carver Technical Writing 10/10/17 I can't cry. By: Joshua D Williams In everyone's life it's common for something to happen naturally but what if it doesn't happen to you or for you anymore....to be more precise I can't cry...
looking for...
Quizzy but then when i feel like i've given up i look up into the setting sun and think about how i've been living just then i realized what i looking for was never lost when i had it all along my inspiration
Nebulae
Nebulae A galaxy-filled sky Constellations arbitrary Of stars soon to die And its soul unable to carry The burden of the universe. Falling comets through suns Have seen the life of the cosmos That has hardly begun. Consist of countless...
Take it Slow...
But i've posted it here as an inspiration to all of you, who may feel stressed with living life in the fear and the fast lane, or feeling overburdened by life or work in general.
Icicle Caverns
I pant heavily as I dashed into the cold cavern, the icicles and clear crystals that lined the walls, floors and ceilings twinkled slowly in an unheard rhythm. The sounds of water hitting shallow puddles resounded throughout the entire cave. My thick...
Somewhere, out there
Somewhere, out there, There's a place where I belong. Somewhere, out there, There's a face that Sings a song, To my mind, And it's mine, And it's something Meant for me, 'Cause...
Voices of the Silenced
Like the sun on a hot summer day i'm supposed to set an example who never breaks his composure even though i feel the burdens on my shoulders i need to be the leader the broken hearted look to me to guide them it's crazy that one thing made me an inspiration