writer's block :(
of_the_girl
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scenes from a purple bedroom.
writer's block and three glasses of wine
held me back from joining the crowd of elders in the living room...
watching old saturday night live skits and chewing on potato chips
so i sat in my undies and a blue boy's teeshirt
with the pad in one hand and a pen in the other...
and all i could think of was --
"scenes from a purple bedroom"
scenes from a purple bedroom.
help me i'm losing my edge.
writer's block and three glasses of wine
held me back from joining the crowd of elders in the living room...
watching old saturday night live skits and chewing on potato chips
so i sat in my undies and a blue boy's teeshirt
with the pad in one hand and a pen in the other...
and all i could think of was --
"scenes from a purple bedroom"
scenes from a purple bedroom.
help me i'm losing my edge.
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato
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that it doesn't really work and sometimes a little writers block just means you should just take a nap
-Always Nast
hot
hi jessie, good to see you.
sorry you have writer's block, but at least you're posting.
here I'll help you
scenes from a purple bedroom,
with the velvet soft sheets,
and the little teddy bears
that we pushed to the floor.
I held you there, purple lights
burned into my eyes.
For once in my life, I felt alive!
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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A block is an excellent time to move ourselves into a new and unusual dimension of thought - I like to think of it as a time to grow into the real power of our minds ----
I should be writing now, instead I'm at the message pit.
(2) Describe the smell, touch and sight of these objects. What memories or associations do these sensations conjure up?
(3) Look at the physical dimensions of your room. Describe them firstly in very clinical, prose language. Now, secondly, think of images from, say a rainforest or a desert scene that you can use as unusual metaphors to describe the scenery around you. Try this device by thinking of some outdoor images to describe an interior. (Be careful not to mix metaphors though.)
(4) Then start to think about how the description of the interior can work as an allegory for describing your feelings. And begin to think how the sound of language can articulate certain inexpressive feelings. If the overall impression of your room is one of claustophobia, create a constricted atmosphere in your choice of consonants and vowel sounds to describe it. If your room conveys your feeling of space and disconnectedness, think what word effects or sound patternings can reproduce that. The form of the poetry will write itself.
Hope this helps.
secondly, there IS tons of great advice here. thanks you guys.
*waves to fins*
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Do use a change of environment, like go take a walk, or go to the park. Maybe that can help you out:)
good luck sis! i know you can DO IT!!
~*STONEY PONY all the WAY!*~
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"For the world, not for the war"-Neil Finn
are you two actually sisters?
Of The Girl is a natural born poet.
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
if by "actually" you mean by blood, then the answer is no hee hee
but we bond like sisters and love each other like sisters and like blood sisters, we'd do anything for each other. we're best pals. compadres. chums. and live like thousands of miles away from each other.
but no matter what, she's my sis. and she always will be, too!
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Nad, thanks so much hon. You're right, I should take walks and stuff, sit on my patio before a thunderstorm. Things that inspire me usually happen when I'm outside. It's just been a little chilly lately and I've had SUCH spring fever. It's almost summer for pete's sake and I have SPRING fever?! You know it's bad then. haha. But anyway, the weather today is perfectly warm, warm enough for a flowy thin skirt! So I'll bust out my pen and sit 'neath my favorite poplar tree. Love to you, sis. Talk to you soon. You know my thoughts are with you in your hard times. <333
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*waves fondly at olderman* I miss you, doll.
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awww poor Jessie Wessie has spring fever...i hope you get better sis. Sending out positive vibes in the hopes you get better. miss you girl, and let those creative juices flow, you just can't stop the Jessiebot from writing, it is your nack! that didn't make sense but you know what I mean
~*STONEY PONY all the WAY!*~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~
"For the world, not for the war"-Neil Finn
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Wave to all my friends...
thank you Jessie and keep on writing (and thinking) FREE!
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
a bedroom
in purple
one
two
three
glasses of wine
and they are the ones
that grow older
the ones who remember
the B-52s signing Rock Lobster on SNL
(as most wise elders do)
. . . .
It seems you have a lot to work with here. If you really want advice, be like a heart or a thought - expand and contract.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
the B-52s signing Rock Lobster on SNL
(as most wise elders do)
I love that. It's so quirky!