The muse
She guides my words and leads my thoughts She comes at any moment unexpected When she leaves it is hard to find her No words can be formed without her presence She does not stay in one place Always on the go.
On the Road: The Musings of a Rat
#2 of musings well, time to save my character's sorry skin. as i sit here, watching narissa nurse the water skin like a babe suckles its mother's teet, all i can do is think; how sad.
Musings of a Rat: Pas de Deux
#3 of musings i've been wondering, about these two and now is the best time to actually put it down. journal entry 40 i finanly have a moment of peace, who knows how long it will last out here.
Musings of a Rat: Love
#1 of musings love, it makes you crazy. love can make you do some stupid things, not to mention downright crazy or dangerous. i watch rust, then narissa, and the only thing that crosses my mind is "what will he do if we are not able to save her?"
Inspire Me
#22 of national poetry writing month some call it a muse. some call it that voice in their head that pops up when they get a great idea for something. i just call it my inspiration. specifically as it applies to my writing and poetry.
The Rooftop Muse
I'm just saying that ideas tend to float around until the muse finds someone who will both listen and act on the idea!)
A Forgotten Princess's Musings
#1 of musings of a fallen princess i can still remember that moment. the instant those swirling colors of the rainbow engulfed me. i feared it would spell my end. i struggled, trying to resist it. and in the end, i faltered.
I'll Try to Pencil You In
I can’t transcend my flesh I have a meeting tomorrow at 9 No time for deeper introspection When the quarter ends this month I think often of conversations Late night confessionals with the trappings of ritual Where I briefly glimpse some...
Is this poetry? I'm unsure.
So long ago my Art History professor asked the class why does one make art? My response is engraved into my very soul deeply and clearly. I raised my hand and answered "To Be Understood." It is such painful and exquisite irony that she said...
Wheels and Gears that Turn
My muse is in so distant black hole snickering at my expense as she sips mojitos and flirts with my ever decreasing attention. neither wishing to return any time soon. i rub my hands against my face as a frustrated sigh escapes my lips.
Angelic Muse
I think about my life and regret fate's choice then i suddenly hear a voice and i look up as i was confuse as i see the blinding figure the figure of a muse i shield my eyes as i beheld thee and then she said to me 'are thou blinded by what
Misplaced Muse
Hearken back to the golden days, recall that misplaced muse, who lead us to such beautiful truths as the ocean shining with the sun's rays. remove from us this great vexation, undo our self-devastation.