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THE WRITER'S MIND
Swimming in the deep depths of tales
A place where writers sometimes go
In urgent need to find themselves
To envision again the writing flow
A place where words swim like fish
Many are like sirens that sing in bubbles
that carries their voices in bliss
Hiding their beauty in the trenches tunnels
All glow shining with inscriptions within
Giving ideas that can create
A plot for your mind to confine in
That exploit to initiate.
As you go deeper into the abyss of its body
It gets darker, colder
Luring you to it's embody
Time is growing older
As getting closer yet feeling bolder
Enthralled in its ebony shadows shoulder
Now alone with a blank mind
No one can save you this time
It's up to you on how to evade the mine.
It wants you there
Now trapped and soon in need of air
You're falling into despair
It's calling you but ostensibly to not bear!!!
Swimming through is a murky cast
It swims in, at full blast
Stalks you like a shark
Can't see well it's too dark!!!
Freshly still like a simple bass
It's way too sharply fast
As in hoping that good fate
Comes to make it pass
Or make you it's intent bait
Maybe even to occasion a special date.
It comes...... It comes!!!
Then silence fills to surround
Yet there's nothing around
With not a speck of sound
What has happened?
This is all so rapid...
Am I dead in the oceanic's shroud?
Then a source of swirling light
Endows my presence
A feeling so unique in essence
giving me a sense of no fright
Darkness and fear are now evanescence
What was never to result in a bad bite,
It triggers my senses to see its true insight.
Now my hands are inspired
to naturally write
For the seas, stories had conspired
To paint in black ink
Giving a talent with passion
So there's no way for them to sink
But to float like jellies
With pink flopping bellies
Giving them a sensual attraction
Almost like ballerinas on a stage
That dance with grace
To the seas gravity with no name or age
Love how well they rhythm at the same pace
It's all now coming to me...
And I can see and do I proudly see
In a sweet art masterpiece
That I made it be...
I want to feel it's dew
It's meadow harmony that arches in peace
In the profound beauty of it's blue
The skill I carried and always knew
Was never far from me
I had to get prompted starting from a new
Hey you got this don't worry
Now get on and write your story...
A place where writers sometimes go
In urgent need to find themselves
To envision again the writing flow
A place where words swim like fish
Many are like sirens that sing in bubbles
that carries their voices in bliss
Hiding their beauty in the trenches tunnels
All glow shining with inscriptions within
Giving ideas that can create
A plot for your mind to confine in
That exploit to initiate.
As you go deeper into the abyss of its body
It gets darker, colder
Luring you to it's embody
Time is growing older
As getting closer yet feeling bolder
Enthralled in its ebony shadows shoulder
Now alone with a blank mind
No one can save you this time
It's up to you on how to evade the mine.
It wants you there
Now trapped and soon in need of air
You're falling into despair
It's calling you but ostensibly to not bear!!!
Swimming through is a murky cast
It swims in, at full blast
Stalks you like a shark
Can't see well it's too dark!!!
Freshly still like a simple bass
It's way too sharply fast
As in hoping that good fate
Comes to make it pass
Or make you it's intent bait
Maybe even to occasion a special date.
It comes...... It comes!!!
Then silence fills to surround
Yet there's nothing around
With not a speck of sound
What has happened?
This is all so rapid...
Am I dead in the oceanic's shroud?
Then a source of swirling light
Endows my presence
A feeling so unique in essence
giving me a sense of no fright
Darkness and fear are now evanescence
What was never to result in a bad bite,
It triggers my senses to see its true insight.
Now my hands are inspired
to naturally write
For the seas, stories had conspired
To paint in black ink
Giving a talent with passion
So there's no way for them to sink
But to float like jellies
With pink flopping bellies
Giving them a sensual attraction
Almost like ballerinas on a stage
That dance with grace
To the seas gravity with no name or age
Love how well they rhythm at the same pace
It's all now coming to me...
And I can see and do I proudly see
In a sweet art masterpiece
That I made it be...
I want to feel it's dew
It's meadow harmony that arches in peace
In the profound beauty of it's blue
The skill I carried and always knew
Was never far from me
I had to get prompted starting from a new
Hey you got this don't worry
Now get on and write your story...
Published 9th Jan 2020
| Edited 31st Aug 2024
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- Edited 29th Apr 2020 5:45pm
9th Jan 2020 4:37pm
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Thank you hun, i wanted to write it for all who feel they can't pen a story or poem. Just got to get inspired and give a little time to mind to visualize an idea. Hoping this will help others expand their writing creativity. 🙂❤🤗
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- Edited 29th Apr 2020 5:45pm
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9th Jan 2020 4:50pm
Awww I'm glad hun thank you, and i had to edit a lil something on my comment but that's what its for to motivate anyone. 🙂🤗
9th Jan 2020 5:19pm
9th Jan 2020 5:54pm
Thanks hun i appreciate that, is what i hope it realistically does, many out there need a lil encouragement to follow through 🤗
9th Jan 2020 8:58pm
You write from a really positive spirit. I'm often lauded for my intellect in my critiques and writing, but it is really my empathy that lends either of those pursuits any merit, my heart awareness and ability to connect with others.
Your writing is vivid, alive with palpable emotion. I think this write has nice flow. I hope you'll continue to share your works with us.
Your writing is vivid, alive with palpable emotion. I think this write has nice flow. I hope you'll continue to share your works with us.
9th Jan 2020 10:27pm
Thank you so much, I deeply worked hard on this poem and wanted to create very special unique type of imagination for a writers mind that can be like for some. Writing isn't easy and many truly have difficulty digging out of the box at times but being patient things come naturally. It isn't easy and sometimes its like smooth for me the writing but then I'll get so badly stuck it takes me sometimes days to get more inspiration to finish the poem.
I will continue to share just waiting for the site to let me again share. I only hate i can't post as many i want but i understand their reason for doing the only two at time. But leave a me anxious in meantime lol i do have many opens ready to share so can't wait haha... 🤗
I will continue to share just waiting for the site to let me again share. I only hate i can't post as many i want but i understand their reason for doing the only two at time. But leave a me anxious in meantime lol i do have many opens ready to share so can't wait haha... 🤗
10th Jan 2020 4:42am
great share & smooth flow, a pleasure to read.. keep writing :) pleez do comment/ review/ write your thoughts on my website & poems 2 thank you :)
10th Jan 2020 6:05am
Thank you this poem was hard but im goad i did accomplish I'm even impressed i wrote such a divine inspirational poem and i sure will as soon i can I'll check your poetry out. 🤗❤🙂
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10th Jan 2020 12:06pm
This is a beautiful poem. Clearly painted and it got me craving a dive into the pool of imagination.
11th Jan 2020 3:27am
Awww thank you hun glad it does make you feel to jump into it to actually feel it's inspiration and art. ❤🙂🤗
10th Jan 2020 2:22pm
thoughts spoken with true convicition of a wriers spiritual soul nicely spilled poetess love your artwork...respect
10th Jan 2020 2:45pm
Awwww that's so sweet hun, thank you with true value. I'm glad you think and feel it's great. ❤🤗
10th Jan 2020 2:50pm
it is one thing you should never do is doult ones true ability its true what they say about us as writers artist and painters we are more hard on thyself then what needs to be let your work speak to you through the feedback of honesty that is called growth of ones gift and ability to shine that beam of light with enlightenment QUEEN...respect
10th Jan 2020 3:07pm
Yes i strongly agree, we try try and kill ourselves in many passions we love, but it's not about breaking our heads to it it's going with it's flow naturally and let it pattern slowly as it's intended to be and time will show the difference in how we conquered better. Thank you love 🤗❤🙂
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