Inspiration
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To him, all that has manifested in this aftermath might be said to be all he expected. All that destruction of a form, all because he took a different direction. Had he lied to himself at that second? All he wanted was relief. A different place to put his sanity. To whatever was left of
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Pick up the line you drewWithin the cold places you knew.With drunken laughterTo caress a serene bottle,Whimpering in its reflection,Breaking open more of your eyes. Before you would knowWhat vein to swim through,Love taught you mere mysteryAs the harlot of no symmetry. Peel back your layers.You are more than what weathers – Weeping in the
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“I reckon it’s the same as sleep, that to wait for it, with deliberate intent, makes it never arrive. How can patience be the thing for a dream, for a reality in the making of art, when it recreates itself into frustration? Believing ourselves to be Creators, will always make the waiting kind, when we
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There is no such thing as a “realistic approach” to a problem. During the ongoing problem, one finds optimism, solely in the fact that being optimistic means to have the desire to cure the problem. Simply being realistic when it comes to an issue, only means to know the facts. The facts are fine. Yet,
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Pain is the wellspring of all things creative. When it comes to writing, we create lists. We can jot down what troubles us, what moves us into tears that fall into hands. Why not throw those tears down onto the page, in the most metaphorical sense? What is the alternative to not writing the pain?
Modern Romanticism 