I Wish They'd Hurry Up and Come
When will they come
when will they turn up?
been sitting here for hours
it's so frustrating.
Sometimes they arrive
all at once, but times like now
they don't, it's so annoying.
Well if they don't come soon
that's it I'm not bothering anymore.
If I'd known it was going to be like this,
I wouldn't have started it all up again.
At last one has finally arrived,
now two, then three, then four,
wonders will never cease.
Finally I can get down to business
get it all down in writing.
Never thought that writing a novel
could be such hard work,
waiting for ideas and inspiration to come.
poem by Kevin Halls
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Writers Block
He was going to write a brilliant poem
probably the best one he'd ever done
but when he sat down at his desk
the inspiration just wouldn't come.
No matter how hard the poet tried
to get some ideas down onto the page
nothing worth writing about arrived
leaving him on the verge of rage.
Then an Eureka moment hit him
while listening to the ticking of the clock
he'd write a poem on the frustration
of that dreaded writers block.
He ended up writing five verses
about a poets worst nightmare
when your wanting to write a masterpiece
but end up pulling out your hair.
So the moral of this poem must be
that writers block isn't so bad after all
as you can use it as a poetry subject
instead of sitting there staring at the wall!
poem by Kevin Halls
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You Sing And I Write
you sing and i write
you sing louder
and i write some more
as i do not sleep
as early as you
want to
to sleep with you and keep you warm
and keep you happy
and so secure
and then you stop singing
as i still go on writing and writing and writing and writing still
without minding that you already stopped singing
and you wished
that this house burns itself
that i too burn myself with it
that i may finally become ash
that i finally be blown by air as nothing but dust
and then she may finally continue
her singing and even dancing
and learn to fiddle the strings her new violin
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Come Alive In Writing
I come alive in writing
Even if the writing means nothing to anyone else-
I come alive in writing
Even if I am totally deluding myself as to its value-
I come alive in writing
Even if at times while writing there is an underlying hopelessness and despair -
I come alive in writing
As if writing is what God has given me to do-
I come alive in writing
As if through it I can truly give to and help others-
I come alive in writing
As if life has meaning through it-
I come alive in writing
Even when I sense the writing is not good or great
As I would wish it to be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Deferred Pen
It is five thirty and I am at my desk
With the intention of writing something.
I’m sitting waiting for inspiration
But the stimulation has not surfaced
Yet. All I hear are the sounds of children
Playing and the hum of my computer.
The thought occurred to me, don’t write just yet
Drop everything and sit out on the deck
And watch the indefatigable youth
Live life the way only a child can live:
Never thinking about the tomorrows
Only the present is all that matters.
Know what? I’m going to act on that thought
Inspiration or not, I’m out of here!
poem by Albert Ahearn
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The Smart People Who Don’t Read Him Are Very Smart People” – Badda bing….! ! !
Smart people……,
We applaud you……,
And praise you…..,
you know his own mother…..,
Wouldn’t buy his CDs….,
Listen to him sing…..,
Or read his writing…..,
His father told him…..,
To “Get A Real Job”……,
But he just kept writing…..,
And finally discovered…..,
He was going nowhere…..,
So he tried killing himself…..,
And totally failed……,
Al Qaeda wouldn’t accept him….,
So he studied for years
To become an illegal immigrant…..,
And now takes jobs…..,
That American citizens…..,
Don’t really want…..,
Has all the benefits he can get…..,
And doesn’t pay any income taxes…..! ! !
(What a lucky stupid bastard….! ! !)
poem by Trade Martin
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It ended up being a very good thing, because they finally started writing for the character, and I realized that you have to go to work with a purpose. I learned from the experience and then moved on.
quote by Matthew Ashford
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Bomb
With blankness staring back at me
and screaming from the pages
I feel the fear of apathy
gripping me, pushing me
on top of everything
in the corner with a view.
I turn off the fluorescent tubes.
This is the bomb that I've been waiting for (looking for)
You finally lit the fuse
thats in my head.
Yes, you finally lit the fuse
that's in my head.
With nothingness on top of me
and bleeding from my folder,
who can stop the emptiness?
Don't let it take me over.
I've been sinking down
further into nothing.
I've been waiting long,
longer than for some things.
This is the bomb that i've been waiting for (living for)
You finally lit the fuse
that's in my head.
Yes, you finally lit the fuse
that's in my head,
and you finally lit the fuse
that's in my head.
Yes, you finally lit the fuse
that's in my head.
song performed by by Switchfoot
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I think finally good writing gets out there, and people like it, and bad writing doesn't. Well, no. Bad writing does get out there 'cause some people like it.
quote by Robert B. Parker
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The Table
This table is reserved an invitation for two,
only one sits alone and the other chair is bare.
He waits and waits as the hours creep through.
Stares at the empty space and wonders where are you.
He looks at his watch as another hour ticks by,
looks at the door to see who is coming through.
He feels eyes staring, probably wondering whom
he is waiting for as the minutes turn to hours.
The empty chair remains bare
as outside the sun sets as night begins to call.
This table is reserved for two, but where are you?
He thinks of all the reasons why you could be late
for this most important date.
He has rehearsed his lines of what he purposed to say.
The box with the ring within his pocket stays.
Where are you he wonders, do you love him anymore?
The negative thoughts invaded his mind
as he waits looking at the door, just waiting for you.
Finally the waiter comes along and tells him they are about to close.
He gives one last look at the door, then gets up and goes.
The reserved table for two stands empty and bare.
Those who should have sat there are gone never to return,
and as the light go out the table stands alone and forlorn.
24 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Writing anything is terribly hard but, alas for me, because I am addicted, a heck of a lot of fun. I often am sorry I ever started writing prose, because it is so hard. But I can't stop.
quote by Judy Collins
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Broken heart
Poets have broken hearts
My wife Tapaswini alleged
And without broken hearts
No one would be a poet
My wife Tapaswini clarified.
The poet wonders in his world
The poet work wonders through
His words and sentences
And my wife Tapaswini left
No space for my replied.
My wife Tapaswini left the place
Where I was and my wife Tapaswini
Could not reach me where I am
And the sparrow the crow all
Arranged their feast with joy
Where I am writing poem.
Where I was writing I was there
Where I am writing I am there
My wife Tapaswini always with me
I was not with my wife Tapaswini
While writing and the allegation
Of my wife Tapaswini I certified
And I attested One can take it granted.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Lost Her
I still have so much work to do as I have to write an assignment today. Have not started writing it as yet. Feel so confused in my thoughts as every day is so depressing. Honestly, it hurts being me as yesterday I thought I had found a friend whom I was searching since so long but it was not to be as she just is not talking to me anymore. She appears to be online but when I say 'Hi' to her, she has started ignoring me. It hurts so much since nobody loves me and no friend I have.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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In A Spin
My inspiration has thrown me in a spin
instead of writing one poem a day
I have now been writing six or seven.
After a few weeks of that
you could say I need a break
or at least cut down a bit.
Of course that is easier said than done,
the poems still come tumbling out,
so out comes the pen, and paper
and I start writing again
always asking will it ever end.
Maybe one day the river will run dry
and I’ll suddenly have a drought.
30 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Soyinka, Intro
'But the ultimate lesson is just sit down and write.
That's all.'
so with you charles.
and so with me
here i am
writing and writing ang writing
that's all
no questions asked
anymore
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Writing It Down
I was born on the cold side of the mountain
I wanna wake up on the warm side of the bed
How I start here
And how I end there
That is the part I aint worked out yet
Every day I climb a little bit higher
Every night I learn something new
Im writing it down
In case I forget
One day itll be my story for you
CHORUS
On every page you will know how much I love you
In every line you will see how much I care
With every word well grow a little closer
Even though we both know I cant be there
Thats why Im writing it down down down down down
Ohhhhhhhh Im writing it down
For you and for me
And for the whole wide world to read
Ohhhhhhhh Im writing it down
All my life Ive been hoping and praying
For my time to finally arrive
To put down this pen
To say its the end
And wake up back home with you by my side
REPEAT CHORUS
I was born on the cold side of the mountain
I wanna wake up on the warm side of the bed
How I start here
And how I end there
That is the part I aint worked out yet
song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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'Til Nothing Comes Between Us
Close your eyes, can you see me...
Rollin' down the Rocky Mountains
Movin' like the wind that sweeps the Kansas plains
I know you're with me
As I make my way through Oklahoma
Pass the barns and weather vanes
There are motels, cafes, fields and billboard signs
A thousand miles of highway
Between your heart and mine...
There will finally come a moment
When one man and one woman
Get everything that they've been waiting for...
I'll take you in my arms again
Feel your skin against my skin
Let the sheet fall slowly to the floor
Til nothing comes between us anymore...
In my soul I can feel you...
As I cross the Mississippi
You're the river flowin' in me
Comin' home I count each heartbeat...
Til the moment we're together
And the distance can't be measured
That's all that keeps me goin'
When I'm gone...
There will finally come a moment
When one man and one woman
Get everything that they've been waiting for...
I'll take you in my arms again
Feel your skin against my skin
Let the sheet fall slowly to the floor
Til nothing comes between us anymore...
Anymore...
There will finally come a moment
When one man and one woman
Get everything that they've been waiting for...
I'll take you in my arms again
Feel your skin against my skin
Let the sheet fall slowly to the floor
Til nothing comes between us anymore...
There will finally come a moment
When one man and one woman
Get everything, everything, everything (Fade out)
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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When I first started to get into writing, it was via music. I'd generate ideas for songs that would turn into stories, then they'd turn into novels. I was biased toward music.
quote by Irvine Welsh
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As soon as I started writing Julia, by which I mean while writing its first sentence, I felt a sudden, reassuring charge of excitement. I knew it was going to work.
quote by Peter Straub
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The hard part of writing at all is sitting your ass down in a chair and writing it. There's always something better to do, like I've got an interview, sharpening the pencils, trimming the roses. There's always something better to do. Going to a writer's club?
quote by Jerry Pournelle
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For A Change
Managed to finish my assignment and this makes me feel so happy. Yes, for a change I am feeling happy since I completed my writing work without any trouble. All that I did was to let my mind flow smoothly, of which the result was completion.
Now, for a change I will be writing few creative verses before finally going to sleep as it is nearly 3: 00Am in the morning. Meaning, that it is April fool's day today, although I am not fooling anyone because I am always very sincere.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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