Let's Get Creative

tremors

pandora wrote:

tremors wrote:

Powerful, very disturbing, deep.

Are you still writing your poems mainly when getting drunk Pandora? Somehow I don't think so.

I can't read my writing when I do that! Liquor though inspires and arouses ...brings
inhibition and creativity for me.

mostly my writing comes from my dreams... I hold for a day or two
then release it out to paper... seems to help to understand or deal with them
but no as of late no cocktailing mixed in with the writing but maybe
I should work on that....



thanks friend for being there, reading and listening

Writing from your dreams - that is very interesting. We're lucky to see the results! I was just remembering a conversation some while back where I think you said you wrote under the influence sometimes! Whatever gets the creativity flowing....! Is all good with me

tremors

pandora wrote:

Mother of Me


When the insignifcant manages to beat me down

it is you who will raise me with your bare beauty.

When cruelty and injustice close my eyes

it is you who opens them with wonder and hope.

When my ears can listen no more to thoughtless trivia

it is you who carries the tune on a breeze that lifts my soul.

When tears fall and disbelief shadows

it is you who comforts me with the soft rain and morning sun.


When I ponder leaving this world . . .

it is you I shall miss the most,

it is you I do not wish to live without.

You are my Nature . . .

Mother of me.

Very nice - moving!

pandora

tremors wrote:

pandora wrote:

tremors wrote:

Powerful, very disturbing, deep.

Are you still writing your poems mainly when getting drunk Pandora? Somehow I don't think so.

I can't read my writing when I do that! Liquor though inspires and arouses ...brings
inhibition and creativity for me.

mostly my writing comes from my dreams... I hold for a day or two
then release it out to paper... seems to help to understand or deal with them
but no as of late no cocktailing mixed in with the writing but maybe
I should work on that....



thanks friend for being there, reading and listening

Writing from your dreams - that is very interesting. We're lucky to see the results! I was just remembering a conversation some while back where I think you said you wrote under the influence sometimes! Whatever gets the creativity flowing....! Is all good with me

Thanks tremors...I too remember that and I guess I've gotten more comfortable or freer with letting it out....
Lord knows I don't drink less


Had an awesome dream about Eddie last night ...few and far between those are

gonna take my time with that and see what He brings ...

it was happy sad though

pandora

tremors wrote:

pandora wrote:

Mother of Me


When the insignifcant manages to beat me down

it is you who will raise me with your bare beauty.

When cruelty and injustice close my eyes

it is you who opens them with wonder and hope.

When my ears can listen no more to thoughtless trivia

it is you who carries the tune on a breeze that lifts my soul.

When tears fall and disbelief shadows

it is you who comforts me with the soft rain and morning sun.


When I ponder leaving this world . . .

it is you I shall miss the most,

it is you I do not wish to live without.

You are my Nature . . .

Mother of me.

Very nice - moving!

I'm going to really miss this world ... it can be heaven

pandora

His Eyes




His eyes say it all . . .

He leans in to lighten the moment with a hand gesture.

The room explodes with laughter,

but his eyes say it all.



My heart sinks as the laughter subsides

and I search his face for relief.

I see, hidden behind smiling eyes,

the sadness.

His hopes, yet again, crushed.

Crushed

by the weight of disappointment.



We have let him down.

Please . . . no . . .


I want to shout and again someone screams

drowning my thoughts,

our thoughts, in the ridiculous ego of one,

of many.



He begins to sing,

sing from his beautiful soul.

He shares himself,

intimately,

giving love freely.

Sharing the only way he knows how.



The chatter in the room is unbearable.

I look at the faces,

please . . . stop . . .

it only grows louder.



A single tear gets away from me

and the lump in my throat makes it hard to breathe.



He is now a million miles away,

somewhere,

somewhere I want to be too,

quiet, alone with his song.



I see then that single tear.

It glistens there in the colored lights

as it rolls down his cheek to his lips

and mixes with the beautiful lyrics.


And our eyes meet in a moment,

one tear shared.

We are sorry . . .

Our eyes say it all.

pandora

Embrace



not

' beauty in the eye of the beholder '

but


beauty in the heart of the beholder









beauty is not seen


it is felt

Godfather.

Clearly through the eyes of Angels we fly
As though the wings of eagles have been set upon us
Then in this world we seek its edge
Only to gaze in wonder and anticipation
Of gift’s we believe wait for us at the edge of the world.

I thought I saw you last night in a dream
We broke some bread and shared some wine
Then we spread our wings to fly
Like eagles flying in an angels eye
We went too far we got to high
We were flying at the edge of the world.

Godfather.

PilateOfTheStorm

pandora wrote:

Embrace



not

' beauty in the eye of the beholder '

but


beauty in the heart of the beholder









beauty is not seen


it is felt

lovely. very true

PilateOfTheStorm

While at a cafe today, amidst all the laughter and comfortable voices, I saw a painting on the wall. I couldn't stop staring at it, with each glance it pulled at the heaviness in my heart. It inspired me to write something, which I thought I'd share - I don't know why, just felt the need today. I can't seem to put my finger on why it has affected me so much, why the very thought of it moves me.

deep breath, here goes, my first poem on here...


Eat Your (He)Art Out

A white washed wall
Imperfect. Spots of its
Past visible, hazy and covered.
Blue, red, yellow, lilac,
Flash of orange, green hypnosis.
History peers, it reaches
Desperately, clawing its way
Through layer after layer,
To no avail.

A painting - young woman
Handsome of face, small
stature. Reflection, piercing
Through the glass, empty frame of a
Windowsill. Features incandescent,
Eyes burning with life, glazed
With reverie and hope. Vanity.
Yet old and stale - the oil dry,
Crusting, crumbling as
I touch my finger to the surface,
To share, join, take the naivety
To no avail.

Further back, another body, female
Sitting on a stone cold bench,
Watching on, faceless observer
Guardian of the golden.
She is unknown, hidden
by the blur, the rush
Of paint, hastily applied. Afterthought.
Mystery blends with the flowers, sweet.
Their stems and leaves holding
Her, enclosing her, child. Arms
Stretched, summer's nothingness reigns,
She grasps at stifled, hot air.
Trying to catch her dreams
To no avail.

pandora

Godfather. wrote:

Clearly through the eyes of Angels we fly
As though the wings of eagles have been set upon us
Then in this world we seek its edge
Only to gaze in wonder and anticipation
Of gift’s we believe wait for us at the edge of the world.

I thought I saw you last night in a dream
We broke some bread and shared some wine
Then we spread our wings to fly
Like eagles flying in an angels eye
We went too far we got to high
We were flying at the edge of the world.

Godfather.

Lovely Godfather,

thank you for your beautiful heart.

I'll see you over the edge

pandora

electricxlovex wrote:

While at a cafe today, amidst all the laughter and comfortable voices, I saw a painting on the wall. I couldn't stop staring at it, with each glance it pulled at the heaviness in my heart. It inspired me to write something, which I thought I'd share - I don't know why, just felt the need today. I can't seem to put my finger on why it has affected me so much, why the very thought of it moves me.

deep breath, here goes, my first poem on here...


Eat Your (He)Art Out

A white washed wall
Imperfect. Spots of its
Past visible, hazy and covered.
Blue, red, yellow, lilac,
Flash of orange, green hypnosis.
History peers, it reaches
Desperately, clawing its way
Through layer after layer,
To no avail.

A painting - young woman
Handsome of face, small
stature. Reflection, piercing
Through the glass, empty frame of a
Windowsill. Features incandescent,
Eyes burning with life, glazed
With reverie and hope. Vanity.
Yet old and stale - the oil dry,
Crusting, crumbling as
I touch my finger to the surface,
To share, join, take the naivety
To no avail.

Further back, another body, female
Sitting on a stone cold bench,
Watching on, faceless observer
Guardian of the golden.
She is unknown, hidden
by the blur, the rush
Of paint, hastily applied. Afterthought.
Mystery blends with the flowers, sweet.
Their stems and leaves holding
Her, enclosing her, child. Arms
Stretched, summer's nothingness reigns,
She grasps at stifled, hot air.
Trying to catch her dreams
To no avail.

I can see the picture! ...very very good

pictures are a wonderful catalyst
and just plain great to get lost in

you may guess my favorite lines are the last two,

'catching my dreams'

seems to be a something I do literally, regularly.

thank you for sharing!

PilateOfTheStorm

pandora wrote:

electricxlovex wrote:

While at a cafe today, amidst all the laughter and comfortable voices, I saw a painting on the wall. I couldn't stop staring at it, with each glance it pulled at the heaviness in my heart. It inspired me to write something, which I thought I'd share - I don't know why, just felt the need today. I can't seem to put my finger on why it has affected me so much, why the very thought of it moves me.

deep breath, here goes, my first poem on here...


Eat Your (He)Art Out

A white washed wall
Imperfect. Spots of its
Past visible, hazy and covered.
Blue, red, yellow, lilac,
Flash of orange, green hypnosis.
History peers, it reaches
Desperately, clawing its way
Through layer after layer,
To no avail.

A painting - young woman
Handsome of face, small
stature. Reflection, piercing
Through the glass, empty frame of a
Windowsill. Features incandescent,
Eyes burning with life, glazed
With reverie and hope. Vanity.
Yet old and stale - the oil dry,
Crusting, crumbling as
I touch my finger to the surface,
To share, join, take the naivety
To no avail.

Further back, another body, female
Sitting on a stone cold bench,
Watching on, faceless observer
Guardian of the golden.
She is unknown, hidden
by the blur, the rush
Of paint, hastily applied. Afterthought.
Mystery blends with the flowers, sweet.
Their stems and leaves holding
Her, enclosing her, child. Arms
Stretched, summer's nothingness reigns,
She grasps at stifled, hot air.
Trying to catch her dreams
To no avail.

I can see the picture! ...very very good

pictures are a wonderful catalyst
and just plain great to get lost in

you may guess my favorite lines are the last two,

'catching my dreams'

seems to be a something I do literally, regularly.

thank you for sharing!

thank you very much Pandora, means a lot
Definitely got lost in this one, also the painting you posted earlier up - I love it, beautiful

10,000th post! Congratulations :thumbup:

pandora

Holy shitola! glad you said something or I would have missed that

now that was some sorta fate


thanks! :thumbup:

pandora

Here Nor There



Here....

I am,

lost in my timeless travel,

with my yellowed thoughts and empty hugs.

Lovely names, famous places, pinpoints on a map.

A paper shuffle, solemn words, lives written to be told.


I am Here ...

amongst the pieces of my Century's Old.


There ....

I am,

in cornfields, cow pastures alongside a Wisconsin lake.

Young towns, no town, one lonely shack upon a hill.

Across distant waters, down dirt roads, over foggy English land.

Greeting eerily familiar faces and eyes that mirror my own.

I am There,

within the shared smiles of my Century's Old.


I am Here Nor There



I am Everywhere...

I am my Century's Old!

Godfather.

pandora wrote:

Godfather. wrote:

Clearly through the eyes of Angels we fly
As though the wings of eagles have been set upon us
Then in this world we seek its edge
Only to gaze in wonder and anticipation
Of gift’s we believe wait for us at the edge of the world.

I thought I saw you last night in a dream
We broke some bread and shared some wine
Then we spread our wings to fly
Like eagles flying in an angels eye
We went too far we got to high
We were flying at the edge of the world.

Godfather.

Lovely Godfather,

thank you for your beautiful heart.

I'll see you over the edge

I wish everyone was like you Pandi.....crap I wish I was a kind and caring as you.

Godfather.

pandora

Godfather. wrote:

pandora wrote:

Godfather. wrote:

Clearly through the eyes of Angels we fly
As though the wings of eagles have been set upon us
Then in this world we seek its edge
Only to gaze in wonder and anticipation
Of gift’s we believe wait for us at the edge of the world.

I thought I saw you last night in a dream
We broke some bread and shared some wine
Then we spread our wings to fly
Like eagles flying in an angels eye
We went too far we got to high
We were flying at the edge of the world.

Godfather.

Lovely Godfather,

thank you for your beautiful heart.

I'll see you over the edge

I wish everyone was like you Pandi.....crap I wish I was a kind and caring as you.

Godfather.

Oh!.... I am very glad you are you!

I am fortunate to know you, to call you friend and to be able

to share your amazing thoughts.... thank you for you!

pearljamfan-1997

so amazingly super fantasticly extra extrordanarily awesomefyingly happy

Godfather.

pearljamfan-1997 wrote:

so amazingly super fantasticly extra extrordanarily awesomefyingly happy

very cool ! good for you ! your post just made me smile, thanks !

Godfather.

pandora

Godfather. wrote:

pearljamfan-1997 wrote:

so amazingly super fantasticly extra extrordanarily awesomefyingly happy

very cool ! good for you ! your post just made me smile, thanks !

Godfather.

me too!!

"Your message contains too many smilies. The maximum number of smilies allowed is 20."

got this when I tried to post :wtf: so I had to pick the one I wanted most lol ...
with an addict that's really difficult ( :

pearljamfan-1997

pandora wrote:

Godfather. wrote:

pearljamfan-1997 wrote:

so amazingly super fantasticly extra extrordanarily awesomefyingly happy

very cool ! good for you ! your post just made me smile, thanks !

Godfather.

me too!!

"Your message contains too many smilies. The maximum number of smilies allowed is 20."

got this when I tried to post :wtf: so I had to pick the one I wanted most lol ...
with an addict that's really difficult ( :

yeah it was because my botfriend wrote me a song - to the tune of last kiss just new words- and please dont sigh and say "oh young love..." because im getting that enough lately lol but now im depressed because miley cyrus is re doing smells like teen spirit