I want.A Poem by Curiouslyrecordingmylife
I want to be a writer, but I can't.
I want to be an author, want to lead you worlds away.. to work the words a certain way, creating perfect plays and visualisa-tions, when the curtain lifts, miraculous twists, into the glimpses of worlds that I've made. Have my tongue skim my lips, as I mouth along the lines, little pinches of insight from inside my messed up, crippled mind. I want to inspire. I want to make them feel. I want to twist the concept of whats real, and then reveal a new reality, a certain type of sanity, a personality, to sow a seed... To grow into there minds and every night inspire there dreams... I want to be a remedy to read. A moment of escape from what seems real. With words I can merge, I can intricately insert the right amount of emotive, creative, AMAZING language, that I've heard. I can make them imagine, be the base of there brains actions, when it soaks up all my syllables and builds upon my blueprints, visualising infinitely brilliant material. With words I can pass on the knowledge that's needed, our RIGHT to delight in tending to our curiousness. I can send secret messages, and bend the rules of seriousness. I can lend a helping hand, expanding grand descriptive delusions of experiences. Fiction's just a fraction of the options of possible written appearances. I want to be a writer, because it's something I enjoy. It's something I have always, yet never realised the levels so high. I LOVE to write. I want to be a writer but the world keeps telling me no. I do not have the grades I need, to take the course I need- to get the grades I need, to succeed in attempting to succeed. Keeps telling me no. Age 11ish diagnosed not dyslexic! But, dyslexic-ish... So many minor problems, with complicated names.. So many tiny hold backs, was told I should refrain. ...so many scrappy notebooks.. And yes, the spellings crap... But there's pages after pages of.. highly detailed, un-spelled crap... With story lines, with lyrical binds, with interpretations of brilliant minds. With opinions and description and persuasion. With an insight to addiction and to craving. With an individual twist on the meaning of creating. I want to be a writer, and I want, just once... the world to tell me 'yes.' © 2016 CuriouslyrecordingmylifeFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on June 23, 2016 Last Updated on June 27, 2016 Tags: Poem, experiment, personal AuthorCuriouslyrecordingmylifeUnited KingdomAboutI've always been fascinated and slightly in love with the ability to express emotions and share amazing stories through the art of writing. Id love to become a writer professionally. However, I have m.. more..Writing
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