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The words don't always come
and it gets me so frustrated
that I can't release the thoughts
with which my mind has been inundated.
Every day there's something new
that I need to get out of my mind
and when I'm stuck with it
those are the times that I find
solace
in the beat of a song
and every now and then
the words will follow along
and that's when THIS happens,
a poem that's driven by music
I used to ignore it
but now I think I've learned how to use it.
Melodies of piano and string
bringing me sweet release
make the hurricane in my brain
stop spinning and cease
torturing me with the end
keeping it just out of reach.
When I complete my lines
and take a good long look at the piece
that I've created
(and I'm not always proud)
I'm thankful for the gift recieved
and that my mind has allowed.
It's not easy
telling the world that you write
when all you do
is stare at a blank screen all night
you feel like a failure,
ashamed that you can't figure it out
when for others the words flow
and inspiration spouts.
Sometimes you think
that you'll never see the sun
and that maybe
the best you could do has been done
and you've got nothing left;
and you ask yourself
should you just put down the pen and walk away?
God no, I've come too far
so here's what I have say:
Inspiration is fickle,
and writing is a lifestyle.
You think you can't live it?
Well pull yourself together and smile,
you have a gift. A burden
but it's well worth the pressure
if you remember the words that you write
are in no way your measure-
it's expression,
not a definition of self;
it's a way to share with the world,
achieve emotional health
heal the scars on the soul
and maybe open some eyes
tell someone the honest truth
in a world filled with lies.
Or maybe
you just want to calm the storm
that's been brewing in your head
since the day you were born,
settle the scores,
use the words that consume your mind
and someday
if you're very lucky you just might find
that the sky above is blue
no more clouds in sight
and you can sleep for once
no more tossing and turning all night
So that's my wish for you;
do what you've hoped to achieve
for so long
and maybe even used to believe
would never happen
well look up: the time has come at last;
Dimitte praeterita-
let go of the past,
you're here now so seize the day
don't take the time to ask me why
go now and grab tight
before the moment has passed you by
and you're left wondering
-
"What have I done?"

Description
The words don't always come
and it gets me so frustrated
that I can't release the thoughts
with which my mind has been inundated.
Every day there's something new
that I need to get out of my mind
and when I'm stuck with it
those are the times that I find
solace
in the beat of a song
and every now and then
the words will follow along
and that's when THIS happens,
a poem that's driven by music
I used to ignore it
but now I think I've learned how to use it.
Melodies of piano and string
bringing me sweet release
make the hurricane in my brain
stop spinning and cease
torturing me with the end
keeping it just out of reach.
When I complete my lines
and take a good long look at the piece
that I've created
(and I'm not always proud)
I'm thankful for the gift recieved
and that my mind has allowed.
It's not easy
telling the world that you write
when all you do
is stare at a blank screen all night
you feel like a failure,
ashamed that you can't figure it out
when for others the words flow
and inspiration spouts.
Sometimes you think
that you'll never see the sun
and that maybe
the best you could do has been done
and you've got nothing left;
and you ask yourself
should you just put down the pen and walk away?
God no, I've come too far
so here's what I have say:
Inspiration is fickle,
and writing is a lifestyle.
You think you can't live it?
Well pull yourself together and smile,
you have a gift. A burden
but it's well worth the pressure
if you remember the words that you write
are in no way your measure-
it's expression,
not a definition of self;
it's a way to share with the world,
achieve emotional health
heal the scars on the soul
and maybe open some eyes
tell someone the honest truth
in a world filled with lies.
Or maybe
you just want to calm the storm
that's been brewing in your head
since the day you were born,
settle the scores,
use the words that consume your mind
and someday
if you're very lucky you just might find
that the sky above is blue
no more clouds in sight
and you can sleep for once
no more tossing and turning all night
So that's my wish for you;
do what you've hoped to achieve
for so long
and maybe even used to believe
would never happen
well look up: the time has come at last;
Dimitte praeterita-
let go of the past,
you're here now so seize the day
don't take the time to ask me why
go now and grab tight
before the moment has passed you by
and you're left wondering
-
"What have I done?"