Quill Pens and Vocal Dreams

My emotional take on writing and music.

Idle hands I would not find to be the devil’s plaything but a distraction from the possibilities of being productive in a life I find so overbearing with a lack of productivity. I scream inside a broken mind when I find no reason to play through a day of life. By broken mind, I do not wish to deceive you into thinking I am not of an intelligent or smart manner, but I wish for you to understand that I have gone through many regrets and emotional-mental breakdowns, as most human-beings have. My writing I push to a limit I can scarcely imagine topping at times, but I find that I improve with such a practice. I love the sounds of words slipping through my tongue as I read over another paragraph cleverly made. The sounds can brush the inner sides of my cheeks in a caress almost like the dreamy essence of melodies and harmonies contained in music, another passion I would love to call my own. My voice has the limit that I cannot stretch past without practice, but I push and break as many walls down as I possibly can, singing until my heart flutters with panic from the lack of air. I belt out notes to keep pain from striking an already tender and weak existence into the dark.

Thus is the way I feel on a daily basis. I cannot imagine what it would be like to never know the sound of music or the beauty of words. I shudder at the thought of a life without them-- no, a death without them, for I would not live a day later than that of my birth without the gift of music or writing bestowed upon this Earth. I feel as though I would have lost my life to a subtle wish not to continue a life so empty of emotional output. I am thankful that this Earth is not wasted of talent.

Music, my love and passion in the form of melodies, harmonies, chords, notes… All strung together.

Writing, my love and passion in the form of sentences, paragraphs, pages, words… Made into stories.

Without either, my life would be devoid of any meaning to myself.

Author's Note

Please feel free to critique my work for grammatical errors, spelling errors, and other such important things. Also, I would like to know your thoughts on the emotional part of this piece.

Reviews

[asa]

This is a very strong piece and a way I feel with my writing as well. Since a young age I've been writing. It's impossible for me not to write. I need that creative flare, the words, the flow and melody. I think writing about insane characters in twisted worlds is what probably keeps me sane most days.

As far as critiques, I didn't really find any issues. It took me about four sentences to adjust to your voice, but that's more of a personal preference than anything else.

The imagery you use in your writing is creative and lovely all at once. I especially love the last line "Without either, my life would be devoid of any meaning to myself." I cannot begin to explain how much I can relate to that. Thank you so much for putting a voice to the words I couldn't speak.

[Carrion.]

Some big words I dont understand.
But You immeadiately caught my attention on the first line,
Very deep emotion.. This is a very very very, good piece.
You have a talent:D