Writer's Curse of Live to Tell

You laugh when just on que but your mind is elsewhere. Somewhere inside you. Your heart is bursting with emotions untold. Your mind is reeling. Beginning to unfold.

One may sit

Eyes all dull

Listening not

To the rants

Of no control

 

You laugh

When just on cue

But your mind is elsewhere

Somewhere inside you

 

Your heart is bursting

With emotions untold

Your mind is reeling

Beginning to

Unfold

 

Magic pixies

And dragon claws

Ripping in your soal

Barren of laws

 

Darker thoughts

A tearing veil

Taunt your mind

With fine avail

 

Words are stitched

Into a blanket

Creating mask

Over your mind

You do not thank it

 

Clouded starry skies

Triangular moon

Reality far off

It's out of tune

 

Calming spirit

River rushing

Hand now twitching

A brush now brushing

 

Unbearable to hold

To keep inside

Like one can not stop the moon

From making tide

 

White paper

Soon is blotted

Unconcious words

Theory spotted?

 

You can not fight

The urge to write

The pulling feeling

That grabs your mind

So tight

 

It grips with power

And with strength

Capturing you

With hidden length

 

Mask unveiled

The paper filled

Glowing spirit

Body thrilled

 

Chains now gone

Mind not sleeping

Only written dissapear

More thoughts are creeping

 

You breath in deep

You are free for now

Just to wait for

Morning's bow

 

Finally you can concentrate

On the laughter brough on cue

Listen to the other thoughts

That are brought up to you

 

Just for now

You can break the spell

The writer's curse of

Live to Tell

 

Author's Note

The urge you feel when you need to write. The bursting mind filled with so many ideas it is impossible to ignore. The knowing that you need to get on paper that wonderous idea of an authors mind.
The curse we are adored for but have to live with because the writer's curse is what makes us, us. Live to Tell

Reviews

[H-Jonesy]

Wow...just wow. I was blown away by this, you captured the "writers curse"-the need to write, then..right then in that verry moment. To ignore the outside world, and close in on their inner world-their mind, to capture the thoughts that whizz around, and slap them on a piece of paper.

I have gone through such a thing, many times in class, and at specal events. I'll excuse my self to the rest room, pull out the pen in my shoe, hair, or behind my ear, and scribble down my thoughts on a napkin, my hand-anything!

Its a gift-the ability to create(sometimes on a whim, but rarely), to tell a story so captivating that the reader feels the emotions emmiting from the page. But also a curse-the with drawl from people, the stress of the dreaded "block" You managed to capture that here..and i am very impressed
"Eyes all dull

Listening not

To the rants

Of no control



You laugh

When just on cue

But your mind is elsewhere

Somewhere inside you



Your heart is bursting

With emotions untold

Your mind is reeling

Beginning to

Unfold"


Just..wonderfull. Thank you for sharing this. :)

-Harmony/Roxy

[just is]

This is wonderful, I enjoyed the read.
Like the rhyme scheme as well.

[deeps]

This is just plain amazing!

[Tyler Allen]

Again, another example of your ability to capture feelings and express them quite well. The daunting task of putting ideas onto paper, and the way you feel incomplete and almost like you're wasting thoughts if you don't. You capture that urge very well here.
A few miss-spellings, though.
Overall, great work!

[r]

I freaking love this. It is so amazing and so true. You described it so well, and I was taking away. It's breathtakingly true, this poem is. This is just so amazing, and I love the word choice. Very well written and I yeah. I just love it. :)