How very true Jacob. Life has a way of confining us into labels and boxes that we fit into as we travel through life and the words we hold back are a symptom of that, becoming what others label us and less and less capable of unleashing what we once would never have gave a second thought about.
Beautiful write.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
so insightful you are, my friend
we can't allow labels..we have to be who we are in t.. read moreso insightful you are, my friend
we can't allow labels..we have to be who we are in the moment.
Those words, the guilty as you say, the one who cause the pen to craft heartache I think come from that place deep inside we'd just as soon erase. I could feel this one Jacob.
perhaps making poetry out of it makes it...easier to be with? I mean, it's there, so why not turn it into art...make something beautiful out of it...touch people with it, which you do, and quite well btw :)
Have you heard the song Wordy Rapping hood by Tom Tom Club? It is simply a song about all the connotations and implications of words. This reminds of that song. Days when our brains say "No your not writing that, your going to write this!" Are days you know you have a fight on your hands. Keep fighting the good fight J.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
sounds like a good song...and i like your insights...thank you, ian.
j.
The content you provide is interesting. I think many writers can relate to that tumult in your head at times that forces one to write things down, even unpleasant ones. I like to say: Words become alive and are incontrollable then. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
thank you for your insightful review...much appreciate your visits.
Guilty words....the ones that get away and we search for them. Even a posse could not find them again. They show they faces for just a moment and we KNOW they would be perfect in a poem and then, POP, they vanish into thin air. We always think the words we write don't measure up to THOSE words. Absolutely. Good one. Lydi**
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
i hear that posse passing by my window...
thank you, Lydi...
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..