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tremors

Passion and Rapture
Two words
That could rip the world in two
When did they decide God lives in a word?
Why can truth only be read
Not felt?

An intimate voice
In somebody's head
Like a whisper in the ear
Telling us 'jump, jump jump'
'Stop, Go, Slow'

But what's that we really hear
us readers?
Why so strong?
A pull away from what we trusted
What we knew
What we knew to be true
Books change earth
Change everything
And so we dissect endlessly

But whose is that voice?
(You know I've never had a real argument where
'I've changed my mind')
But a solitary beach, pages turning
blowing in the breeze
Revelations come
Ideas cease to freeze
And something speaks
- 'Ah, I see'
I feel a stirring deep in me
(Intimacy?)

The Passion,
A Rapture
Can someone not write us
A kinder sequel?

acrossssSsssshittt

this also 1937 Visions of Eternity
perhaps it inspires you?[/quote]



Is there no one else here?
It’s so quiet here
I cannot hear me
Is this the end?

Am I awake?
Was I asleep?
It’s too quiet here
I cannot feel me

Shh…

What’s that?
I hear it
It’s near me
I hear leaves falling
I see fallen
Parts of me

I do not hear me breathe
I can see through me
Where’s my heart
This place is too vast

Shh… quiet… I hear thoughts

Is there anyone here?
Can you see me?
I’m too high
Can you save me?
Where are you?
I have no voice
I cannot scream
Who are you?
What’s happening to me?

I have no face
I am not me

Look!

There I am
That is me

And you

You are the sky
You're above the earth
You are the earth
You're beneath the sky

I see peace
Where the sky meets the earth
I see me
I see no hurt

This is not the end
This is eternity
I have no fear
I am now at peace

tremors

acrossOceans wrote:

Is there no one else here?
It’s so quiet here
I cannot hear me
Is this the end?

Am I awake?
Was I asleep?
It’s too quiet here
I cannot feel me

Shh…

What’s that?
I hear it
It’s near me
I hear leaves falling
I see fallen
Parts of me

I do not hear me breathe
I can see through me
Where’s my heart
This place is too vast

Shh… quiet… I hear thoughts

Is there anyone here?
Can you see me?
I’m too high
Can you save me?
Where are you?
I have no voice
I cannot scream
Who are you?
What’s happening to me?

I have no face
I am not me

Look!

There I am
That is me

And you

You are the sky
You're above the earth
You are the earth
You're beneath the sky

I see peace
Where the sky meets the earth
I see me
I see no hurt

This is not the end
This is eternity
I have no fear
I am now at peace

This is truly beautiful.

Thanks

prism

acrossOceans wrote:

this also 1937 Visions of Eternity
perhaps it inspires you?

Is there no one else here?
It’s so quiet here
I cannot hear me
Is this the end?

Am I awake?
Was I asleep?
It’s too quiet here
I cannot feel me

Shh…

What’s that?
I hear it
It’s near me
I hear leaves falling
I see fallen
Parts of me

I do not hear me breathe
I can see through me
Where’s my heart
This place is too vast

Shh… quiet… I hear thoughts

Is there anyone here?
Can you see me?
I’m too high
Can you save me?
Where are you?
I have no voice
I cannot scream
Who are you?
What’s happening to me?

I have no face
I am not me

Look!

There I am
That is me

And you

You are the sky
You're above the earth
You are the earth
You're beneath the sky

I see peace
Where the sky meets the earth
I see me
I see no hurt

This is not the end
This is eternity
I have no fear
I am now at peace

just beautiful...your words are more touching than you could know




i can only say honestly now your laughter can be heard upon my lips each time as i fall asleep...

thank you...r.i.p.

mikalina

acrossOceans wrote:

this also 1937 Visions of Eternity
perhaps it inspires you?

Is there no one else here?
It’s so quiet here
I cannot hear me
Is this the end?

Am I awake?
Was I asleep?
It’s too quiet here
I cannot feel me

Shh…

What’s that?
I hear it
It’s near me
I hear leaves falling
I see fallen
Parts of me

I do not hear me breathe
I can see through me
Where’s my heart
This place is too vast

Shh… quiet… I hear thoughts

Is there anyone here?
Can you see me?
I’m too high
Can you save me?
Where are you?
I have no voice
I cannot scream
Who are you?
What’s happening to me?

I have no face
I am not me

Look!

There I am
That is me

And you

You are the sky
You're above the earth
You are the earth
You're beneath the sky

I see peace
Where the sky meets the earth
I see me
I see no hurt

This is not the end
This is eternity
I have no fear
I am now at peace[/quote]


What can I say -- I am completely speachless with this one..... my senses have been filled. Thank you

pandora

prism wrote:

pandora wrote:

mikalina wrote:

I like the word - Passion - there is a inner passion. Not crazy....

that is just how I feel. Lucky to all of you who have a creative writing passion. Thank you.

I taught my kids to feel good about themselves and their feelings even when they are overwhelming. If anyone says they are a geek, like my Two Geeks thing I wrote, that that is a very good thing because that just means they are passionate about something. Never be ashamed of that. Same if they think they are"crazy" its just a passion, feeling very strongly and working it out in your head, finding who you are.
Maybe PASSION would be a good trigger word to write about. any takers?

may i?

she struggles to it let show
les it be manipulated
mangled further by one more
egocentrical fool
that thinks her passionate
true loving spirit
belongs to him
beg, borrow or steal

but she won't be held back
kept from letting her smile shine
her silliness fuels her
others laughter ignites her
to dance to such music
for it is in her.
and can't be turn off
beg, borrow or steel.

I love how you show us the interaction between people and how another can take claim for what is purely within us, like the passion we own, the passion that is us.
My favorite line, " others laughter ignites her" that is, in essence, the passion for others, beautifully stated in 4 words,just lovely. I love your message here thank you for your insight and creation

pandora

catefrances wrote:

pandora wrote:

maybe we can call it a game then more good stuff of the same wanna play?

nuh.. i dont play games.

you write beautifully maybe you will just share a thought with us then something another can use to inspire them

pandora

tremors wrote:

Passion and Rapture
Two words
That could rip the world in two
When did they decide God lives in a word?
Why can truth only be read
Not felt?

An intimate voice
In somebody's head
Like a whisper in the ear
Telling us 'jump, jump jump'
'Stop, Go, Slow'

But what's that we really hear
us readers?
Why so strong?
A pull away from what we trusted
What we knew
What we knew to be true
Books change earth
Change everything
And so we dissect endlessly

But whose is that voice?
(You know I've never had a real argument where
'I've changed my mind')
But a solitary beach, pages turning
blowing in the breeze
Revelations come
Ideas cease to freeze
And something speaks
- 'Ah, I see'
I feel a stirring deep in me
(Intimacy?)

The Passion,
A Rapture
Can someone not write us
A kinder sequel?

This is amazing, you have captured a life or mind ruled by passion, yet questioned because of the world around us. Trusting ourselves is the hardest thing we learn here in this life and your words capture that struggle. Your imagery of the concrete, that which is known,
the imagery of books, the written word is so very creative and gets your point across beautifully.
"But a solitary beach, pages turning
blowing in the breeze
Revelations come
Ideas cease to freeze
And something speaks"
wonderful and for me that describes passion!
thanks for this

pandora

acrossOceans wrote:

this also 1937 Visions of Eternity
perhaps it inspires you?

Is there no one else here?
It’s so quiet here
I cannot hear me
Is this the end?

Am I awake?
Was I asleep?
It’s too quiet here
I cannot feel me

Shh…

What’s that?
I hear it
It’s near me
I hear leaves falling
I see fallen
Parts of me

I do not hear me breathe
I can see through me
Where’s my heart
This place is too vast

Shh… quiet… I hear thoughts

Is there anyone here?
Can you see me?
I’m too high
Can you save me?
Where are you?
I have no voice
I cannot scream
Who are you?
What’s happening to me?

I have no face
I am not me

Look!

There I am
That is me

And you

You are the sky
You're above the earth
You are the earth
You're beneath the sky

I see peace
Where the sky meets the earth
I see me
I see no hurt

This is not the end
This is eternity
I have no fear
I am now at peace[/quote

You take the reader to the end and beyond don't you? "To conquer death all we must do is die" but for every one of us that is our greatest fear.
Well, you scared me! I felt the fear in your words, I felt the loss of myself as I knew me. And then I was there, apart of the universe apart of forever, filled with inner peace. A truly happy ending
The artist, Salvador Dali, would be touched by your words and how you captured the essence of his painting.
Bravo to you and thank you so much for writing! And turning me on to Salvador Dali I had no idea who did that painting and now I have many paintings to get lost in and find myself in

catefrances

pandora wrote:

catefrances wrote:

pandora wrote:

maybe we can call it a game then more good stuff of the same wanna play?

nuh.. i dont play games.

you write beautifully maybe you will just share a thought with us then something another can use to inspire them

thank you but im too fucked up right now to be inspiration for anyone.

pandora

chadwick wrote:

pandora wrote:

I thought this over for awhile and we have spoke of this before
when you tell me this I get the feeling your creativity is almost a separate entity,
driven. I think crazy is relative, we are all crazy to some degree, it is the passion in us.

uncontrollable passion.
it can only be that.
nothing else would explain it.
when something is so deeply powerful it creates a passion inside where beautiful madness reigns
nothing else can ever fill it
this energy remains hungry for all eternity.

then you are artistic.

or maybe i am bullshit
and have no idea
what i am talking about.
:crazy:

I'm not sure I own artistic passion, my thoughts lie only in true love.
It is what I trust.
I have never trusted my creativity, not believing it there
until I was on the other side of it,
seeing it finished on the wall.
Perhaps, to be a great writer one must trust in themselves
in the force they command.
In Trust that is earned.

TRUST .....
please someone .....
show me Trust

pandora

catefrances wrote:

pandora wrote:

you write beautifully maybe you will just share a thought with us then something another can use to inspire them

thank you but im too fucked up right now to be inspiration for anyone.

maybe not to those who are feeling as you, inspiration comes from what we relate to
you never know who you will touch and how it will help them and in turn help you

catefrances

pandora wrote:

catefrances wrote:

pandora wrote:

you write beautifully maybe you will just share a thought with us then something another can use to inspire them

thank you but im too fucked up right now to be inspiration for anyone.

maybe not to those who are feeling as you, inspiration comes from what we relate to
you never know who you will touch and how it will help them and in turn help you

words will not help me. im tired of words. and as a writer i find that an incredible statement.. to make. to read. to think. and to say.

pandora

catefrances wrote:

pandora wrote:

catefrances wrote:

thank you but im too fucked up right now to be inspiration for anyone.

maybe not to those who are feeling as you, inspiration comes from what we relate to
you never know who you will touch and how it will help them and in turn help you

words will not help me. im tired of words. and as a writer i find that an incredible statement.. to make. to read. to think. and to say.

it will probably be words though that will cure you in time,
you are weary, I am sorry.
The only cure for weary is rest and pleasure. Can you find both?

catefrances

pandora wrote:

catefrances wrote:

pandora wrote:

maybe not to those who are feeling as you, inspiration comes from what we relate to
you never know who you will touch and how it will help them and in turn help you

words will not help me. im tired of words. and as a writer i find that an incredible statement.. to make. to read. to think. and to say.

it will probably be words though that will cure you in time,
you are weary, I am sorry.
The only cure for weary is rest and pleasure. Can you find both?

no it wont be words that cure me. only actions will work.

the only rest that will work is if my brain stops thinking, my soul stops aching and my life leaves my body.


yes yes of course thats terribly dramatic and probably self absorbed but im a writer and its the truth.

pandora

catefrances wrote:

pandora wrote:

catefrances wrote:

words will not help me. im tired of words. and as a writer i find that an incredible statement.. to make. to read. to think. and to say.

it will probably be words though that will cure you in time,
you are weary, I am sorry.
The only cure for weary is rest and pleasure. Can you find both?

no it wont be words that cure me. only actions will work.

the only rest that will work is if my brain stops thinking, my soul stops aching and my life leaves my body.


yes yes of course thats terribly dramatic and probably self absorbed but im a writer and its the truth.

you are honest that standing alone is beautiful, you are in touch with your spirit, you could be invaluable to someone

catefrances

pandora wrote:

catefrances wrote:

pandora wrote:

it will probably be words though that will cure you in time,
you are weary, I am sorry.
The only cure for weary is rest and pleasure. Can you find both?

no it wont be words that cure me. only actions will work.

the only rest that will work is if my brain stops thinking, my soul stops aching and my life leaves my body.


yes yes of course thats terribly dramatic and probably self absorbed but im a writer and its the truth.

you are honest that standing alone is beautiful, you are in touch with your spirit, you could be invaluable to someone

well i know that but....



.. i dont want to stand alone. it is not beautiful and i know who i want standing by my side but...


.. as strong as i am i have my kryptonite. and i hate it.

tremors

only one thing stronger than words, touch or kryptonite~ hot pizza

catefrances

tremors wrote:

only one thing stronger than words, touch or kryptonite~ hot pizza

youre wrong.. actions are strongest.

pandora

there's something to write home about

best part is that sprig of basil on top