Let's Get Creative

orioncrew

pandora wrote:

I can relate too ... song lyrics ... upset or otherwise always in my head.

thanks for sharing

Yeah, like when songs remind you of a time or place. The book went a step further. Instead of the music and words being the medium between a band and the fans, it was the medium between two people to communicate.

ozgurkd

pandora wrote:

Hey inspiration can be hard to find yet it's all around us.
This could be the place to share with and inspire others to find just what they may be looking for,
a subject to write about, a trigger for thought,
a spark to light the creative fire.
Please post your poem, short story or a thought about a subject, any subject....
or leave a subject title or picture here for others to write on.
Let's get creative....

" Like me then,
it needs to stir and bubble
before it can be,
peaceful
The Pacific"

pandora

Rollings wrote:

melancholy

you described it just about exactly perfectly right

a walk in the rain without getting wet

thank you rollings... it was almost right ....

I liked your 'without' much better

I did edit, hope that is cool with you and thank you!

pandora

Godfather. wrote:

would serindipity add touch to the feeling of melancholy ?


Godfather.

Happy Sunday Godfather!

funny you should write this but there is something about you

I googled to be sure about 'serendipity' ... being one of those words

and

it means a "happy accident".

then this image came up as an example...

"The intended subject of the photograph was a perched Black-crowned Night Heron; the photographer discovered later that the image serendipitously included a Pileated Woodpecker."

You know me and my birds... Woody Woodpecker being a favorite...mysterious workings
indeed
so this example I'm getting... hits home and makes me smile ...

serendipity would clobber the hell out of melancholy!

and did!

thank you friend!

pandora

orioncrew wrote:

pandora wrote:

I can relate too ... song lyrics ... upset or otherwise always in my head.

thanks for sharing

Yeah, like when songs remind you of a time or place. The book went a step further. Instead of the music and words being the medium between a band and the fans, it was the medium between two people to communicate.

Thats a bit of what JB and I do... PJ lyrics back and forth
it is a great sharing and bonding medium.... music lyrics

a fun way to communicate
sometimes we use tunes too from the years we grew up 60's and 70's

I think there was a thread here once like that... I played along and liked very much

maybe time for a come back!

Talking in PJ lyrics

pandora

ozgurkd wrote:

pandora wrote:

Hey inspiration can be hard to find yet it's all around us.
This could be the place to share with and inspire others to find just what they may be looking for,
a subject to write about, a trigger for thought,
a spark to light the creative fire.
Please post your poem, short story or a thought about a subject, any subject....
or leave a subject title or picture here for others to write on.
Let's get creative....

" Like me then,
it needs to stir and bubble
before it can be,
peaceful
The Pacific"

I have been feeling this lately ... the turmoil

change brings much turmoil and fear
this a challenge to my normally peaceful and hopeful outlook

your words bring images to my emotional time ...
and the feeling of a calm after the storm...
also the need for 'storm' in my life

it helps me to feel 'it is and it will be' I feel more empowered.

Then also remembering my 'push me pull me' mantra that has aided throughout my PJ life.

thank you, ozgurkd

hope to hear more

ozgurkd

I have been feeling this lately ... the turmoil

change brings much turmoil and fear
this a challenge to my normally peaceful and hopeful outlook

your words bring images to my emotional time ...
and the feeling of a calm after the storm...
also the need for 'storm' in my life

it helps me to feel 'it is and it will be' I feel more empowered.

Then also remembering my 'push me pull me' mantra that has aided throughout my PJ life.

thank you, ozgurkd

hope to hear more [/quote]

am glad my words meant something to you. I write like crazy these days but still most comes out in my native tongue. Although I did write a short play in English ( titled ; the dried and the drowned) recently which might be made into dance by a dance company in Anchorage. I'm both excited and scared. Sometimes it is too private for me to write. Sharing... Guess I have my reasons. But I decided to come out of my cave cause I need that peace settle in you when you send your words to the sea, the sky...let them have their own life and soul.

Lately I had a lot of "storm" my way so I would appreciate some swimming instead. Swimming is a great healer. And in Alaska I consider being washed by rain as swimming too. FOr my own sake

pandora

ozgurkd wrote:

am glad my words meant something to you. I write like crazy these days but still most comes out in my native tongue. Although I did write a short play in English ( titled ; the dried and the drowned) recently which might be made into dance by a dance company in Anchorage. I'm both excited and scared. Sometimes it is too private for me to write. Sharing... Guess I have my reasons. But I decided to come out of my cave cause I need that peace settle in you when you send your words to the sea, the sky...let them have their own life and soul.

Lately I had a lot of "storm" my way so I would appreciate some swimming instead. Swimming is a great healer. And in Alaska I consider being washed by rain as swimming too. FOr my own sake

lovely thought

this is very good means we will hear more!

Lots of people out there need that and we all need the connection.... this is living!

tremors

orioncrew wrote:

Has anyone read "Donations to Clarity" by Noah Baird? One of the main characters can only communicate in song lyrics when she's upset. There's a chapter in the book where her and her boyfriend break up just by communicating in PJ song lyrics! The whole chapter was pieced together with lines from different songs, but it made total sense! It was really wild to read how the author used the words and music that move us in a different medium.

This is very interesting to me - because, as I've occasionally said on here before, when I've been very ill with psychosis, and locked up in hospital and pumped full of medication, I can really not communicate with the outside world, and I can barely think a thought - string a thought together - I have no words or sense - I just have overwhelming delusions. The only thing I can understand from the everyday world when I am in that state is lyrics to music (I feel lucky that there is so much powerful music in my native tongue, I really do). In 1995 when this first happened to me I basically spent 3 months locked at the back of a hospital and only two things that made any sense to me - Vitalogy and the album All Change by the band Cast. If you were to read the lyrics to that album, you would pretty much have the letter I would have written to the outside world, had I been able to do so. That album is like part of my 'sense', and without it, I don't think my sense would have ever returned. Song lyrics have become like the 'building blocks' of my consciousness. Vitalogy also - I was so paranoid I couldn't trust anything at all - family friends, docs, nurses, patients - I thought they were all in league with demons. For some reason I could trust Eddie's voice though - I don't know why I did - I think it is because he is both passionate and sincere - deeply sincere - and I could pick this up in my heightened super-sensitive state. Whipping for example was very potent and meaningful to me - so where All Change was my sense, Vitalogy was my fight. I loved the band before they locked me up - but when I came out, I was practically still gripping tight to my cassette copy of Vitalogy. I had white fucking knuckles, with only Pearl Jam inside. I was grateful - and when No Code came out, I was grateful that it was coming from the place it was - I listened to that record as I recovered. I needed to hear Who you are, In my tree, sometimes, red mosquito - so 1995 and 1996 really cemented the importance of the band to me - and like this person who can only communicate through song lyrics - I learned hell of a lot about the power of music. The power of music on the splintered mind.

pandora

Heather Moor

Heather . . . today . . . my favorite

fronds of soft violet

fronds that compliment all flowers

fronds that blow together in the wind

creating a Heather hush that moves across the moor



Heather. . . adding flecks of gray

muting all shades

muting the dark fall sky

muting the rain of the bogland

that cools an autumn breeze



Heather Moor . . . my history

Scottish Muirs

Old English Mor

British Isles Heathland


Heather picked and placed

by a small blonde child

at the dinner table of old

my table of old. . . my Heather . . . more

tremors

pandora wrote:

Heather Moor

Heather . . . today . . . my favorite

fronds of soft violet

fronds that compliment all flowers

fronds that blow together in the wind

creating a Heather hush that moves across the moor



Heather. . . adding flecks of gray

muting all shades

muting the dark fall sky

muting the rain of the bogland

that cools an autumn breeze



Heather Moor . . . my history

Scottish Muirs

Old English Mor

British Isles Heathland


Heather picked and placed

by a small blonde child

at the dinner table of old

my table of old. . . my Heather . . . more

Very nice. Sounds like the call of the Highlands

pandora

tremors wrote:

pandora wrote:

Heather Moor

Heather . . . today . . . my favorite

fronds of soft violet

fronds that compliment all flowers

fronds that blow together in the wind

creating a Heather hush that moves across the moor



Heather. . . adding flecks of gray

muting all shades

muting the dark fall sky

muting the rain of the bogland

that cools an autumn breeze



Heather Moor . . . my history

Scottish Muirs

Old English Mor

British Isles Heathland


Heather picked and placed

by a small blonde child

at the dinner table of old

my table of old. . . my Heather . . . more

Very nice. Sounds like the call of the Highlands

I had to look that up the Highlands ... the Highland Zone of England

My ancestry work takes me there ... to England, Scotland and Denmark.

It makes me feel really good too , its hard to explain how good.
The answers I've found in my history are the questions that pop in my head today.

I never saw a pic of my grandma, my fathers mum, till recently,
Annie, she came from Denmark.

She looks just like me with dark hair ... that is a gas to see your face on a stranger
and then she is no longer a stranger... I am her... she me.

It feels more than good ... family ...
I feel on the otherside

tremors

pandora wrote:

tremors wrote:

pandora wrote:

Heather Moor

Heather . . . today . . . my favorite

fronds of soft violet

fronds that compliment all flowers

fronds that blow together in the wind

creating a Heather hush that moves across the moor



Heather. . . adding flecks of gray

muting all shades

muting the dark fall sky

muting the rain of the bogland

that cools an autumn breeze



Heather Moor . . . my history

Scottish Muirs

Old English Mor

British Isles Heathland


Heather picked and placed

by a small blonde child

at the dinner table of old

my table of old. . . my Heather . . . more

Very nice. Sounds like the call of the Highlands

I had to look that up the Highlands ... the Highland Zone of England

My ancestry work takes me there ... to England, Scotland and Denmark.

It makes me feel really good too , its hard to explain how good.
The answers I've found in my history are the questions that pop in my head today.

I never saw a pic of my grandma, my fathers mum, till recently,
Annie, she came from Denmark.

She looks just like me with dark hair ... that is a gas to see your face on a stranger
and then she is no longer a stranger... I am her... she me.

It feels more than good ... family ...
I feel on the otherside

The Highlands is what we generally use to refer to the Scottish Highlands http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scottish_Highlands

as in the film 'Highlander'

That sounds kind of powerful, seeing yourself in your Grandma for the first time. Strong roots!

pandora

tremors wrote:

The Highlands is what we generally use to refer to the Scottish Highlands http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scottish_Highlands

as in the film 'Highlander'

That sounds kind of powerful, seeing yourself in your Grandma for the first time. Strong roots!

I love reading about the homeland and I had to google Highlander the movie
never saw that one... will put that on my list

thanks tremors!

pandora

If Wishes Came True



If wishes came true....

I'd have a horse named Jules,
he would have carrots everyday
and he wouldn't have to ride
we would run together

I would live on a hidden winding road of trees
that turned the colors of fall
were snow outlined come winter
heavy with blossom in spring
covered by a big starry sky all summer

'a big sky to die by ...
come Big Dipper, come and scoop me up!'

people would be happy
cancer would be cured
animals would look both ways before crossing
the ocean would be clean
the wars would be over
hate could not be anymore

all my questions would be answered
I would never feel alone

If wishes could come true
I only need to believe they do

tremors

I want to live in your world Pandora

pandora

tremors wrote:

I want to live in your world Pandora

you make my world a better place, tremors, thank you

mikalina

I love you poem Pandora....

my favorite part-


people would be happy
cancer would be cured
animals would look both ways before crossing
the ocean would be clean
the wars would be over
hate could not be anymore

all my questions would be answered
I would never feel alone

If wishes could come true
I only need to believe they do

pandora

mikalina wrote:

I love you poem Pandora....

my favorite part-


people would be happy
cancer would be cured
animals would look both ways before crossing
the ocean would be clean
the wars would be over
hate could not be anymore

all my questions would be answered
I would never feel alone

If wishes could come true
I only need to believe they do

:wave: thank you mikalina .... glad you liked

Hope life is good and Happy Friday to you!

pandora

The colors of autumn,
red yellow gold and orange,
hues of a last hoorah.
My birds they flock to leave behind
notes of their final song.


Ghosts of days past
crunch beneath my feet.
Days when a walk in the woods
could free me.

Simple tasks and simple wishes
now gently float to the ground.
They lie at my feet, out of reach,
only to wither and die.


I hear the song, I hum along
my song of past loves and wants.
Like nourishment in a ghostly form,
ghosts of my days passed.