Putting words in where emotions feared to tread
Out into the world, unprotected, left to fly or flounder on their own
So every time I press that button and make something come alive on the web
That is the moment where I add a bit more to the universe and wait to hear what echoes back
The information dragged on and on as far as the mind’s eye could see
Her imagination trying to scoop it up and deposit it into memory
Research she knew she would use later
Examining lines of thought and spinning them together
As she wrote down her ideas
Determined to weave her story
People say the pen is mightier than the sword
Except they are missing the point, the manually sharpened point
Now you could include mechanical versions, but that is such a lazy game
Can’t use all geometric aspects of the lead to create crisp lines to gentle shading
It is a uni-tasker, and as such fits more of the pen diatribe
Let’s admit it, all the power you need is located in a good No. 2…
Ralph took out his notebook. Time to put theory into practice. This endeavor had cost him three months of his life. Time to see how well he had done. He just wondered which one to try out first. Ralph closed his eyes, spun his finger in the air and plopped it down on the page.
Nope, that missed every single one!
He closed his eyes and did it again. This time, when he opened his eyes, he found his finger pointing at number 22. That one should be a good one. The butterflies in his stomach started to tango. He read it over five times and then silently mumbled it until it felt natural.
Ralph turned to the person sitting on the barstool beside him. She wore a black dress that left everything up to the imagination. Her hair was tied back. She stared at her drink like it held the secret of life.
She was perfect!
He took a deep breath and said, “I’m no physicist, but even in zero-g I would fall for you.”
She looked at him, and he had hope. “But honey, I am a physicist.” She picked up her glass. “And everything creates gravity.” She proceeded to pour the contents of her drink into his lap. “Just it’s a bit stronger here.” She slowly got up and sauntered away.
He took out his pencil and crossed out 22. Only one 199 more to try. He just wished he had brought a spare pair of pants.
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No way he would ever get all those words down on paper
Obviously, he had bitten off more than he could chew
Vowing that after he was done he would never even touch a word processor
Every letter was a struggle as he tried to download his soul onto the paper
Long months later he typed ‘The End.’ That was when he realized his work had just begun!
Viewing those things that were not there
It was the bane of her existence
She wanted to expose them and show others what they could not see
If only she was better at that than she was. Every time she tried; the figments fled
Organizing her chaotic thoughts, she decided to try a different trap this time
NaNoWriMo would be motivation to finally capture them inside her words
Every word he wrote on the paper was a bucket full of holes
Making them equally as worthless at holding anything inside
Perhaps he should just give up now and save the time and effort
Though it did make the lifting of each one easier in its own way
Yes, maybe he would haul of them into place now since it was easy and spackle it all together during rewrites
Creating sagas out of pictures and words
Organized in windowed snapshots of time
Manipulating sounds silently through POW and SNIKT
It is an artform consumed by young and old
Capturing the human condition with characters who are more than that
How do you get better at something?
Almost always the answer is doing
I have been writing a poem a day for the past nine years
Know that sometimes they were bad, but sometimes they were good
Undertake a journey today and read some. The link below is to all 3,287 …
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Evaluating his writing decisions
Dan sat there with his red pen and whisky bottle
It was too long before both were empty
That was when the flames in the fireplace grew larger
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