Forum:
My motivation on the other hand is not developed nearly as much as my imagination.
I'm not afraid of forgetting my stories. My art in words cannot be forgotten.
I'll forget almost everything when I'm older, I'll forget my name.
Yet I'll remember the stories I've written in my mind. Carved on the side of my skull, the words that helped me day dream through reality... Because writing is a passion that can be through many things. Books, poems, diaries, blogs, comics etc.
Passion within has caused me nothing except exception.
-
Writing Amongst the public is something stringy.
Please the people reading this and you'll get a thumbs up. If you don't do what they plead for, you'll be hosted as a rebel.
Your reputation depends on it, give them what they want. Be miserable in your own pile of words that you were forced to create to please the people.
The mental wall you have to put up against your own fans will be something you can never prepare for. They love you yet critisize you. They support you but judge you. They free you to do your passion yet the enclose you into their trap.
The public enemy is the public in general.
-
Poems are nice, I wish normal speaking was how you read a poem. So nice, elegant, passionate, ready and cold.
Sharp words speaking to each other with emotion only you were supposed to keep within.
Talking to yourself in poems help the mind. Helps the mentality of the rotten.
Report Topic
