Inspiration MAG

October 3, 2008
By withoutamuse DIAMOND, Dewey, Oklahoma
withoutamuse DIAMOND, Dewey, Oklahoma
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Inspiration is a fickle flirt. He comes and goes, leaving my notebooks full of erratic bursts of passion. Sometimes I almost wish we had never met. I remember that first day; my thoughts were a collision of naivety and girlish impropriety. It was pen to paper and I lost myself in discovering the “inner me.”

Inspiration guided me blindly through heartbreaks and near self-destructions, preserving the sanity my mind so desperately clung to. But then there were other nights when I blared my music and lit some candles, but inspiration never came. I just sat in the dark, wide awake with hands of stone and a restless mind. Of course, inspiration always called the next morning, making sure I had survived the night, begging me to take him back.



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. said...
on Sep. 16 2010 at 8:41 pm
Totally awesome! Easy and fun to understand, and with true facts. Plz keep writing more poems!! :D

Bex24 BRONZE said...
on Oct. 7 2009 at 12:29 pm
Bex24 BRONZE, Toronto, Other
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Love it! I can relate to this. I love the way you word things in this piece. Great job :)

on Mar. 2 2009 at 12:54 am
yael krifcher BRONZE, Potomac, Maryland
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greattt writing, really impressive, i love the personification fun to read something i can relate too!!! keep it up!!


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