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Alright so I do believe I have entered a phase of creative writers block. I have spent the last twenty minutes or so writing down random thoughts, phrases, words, etc to try and writing something inventive and new. Everything I wrote was garbage. Each word or phrase I wrote had a rhythmic flow of nothing like its own. I do not strive to achieve this style of prose and hate how it happens naturally. Why can't I write so it's choppy and difficult to read. I can't even challenge myself with my writing, even though I hate challenge because I have no desire to overcome failure.
Time and time again, I'm told I have a way with my words. All you have to do is write and you can have a way with words whether its one line or a full novel. Artistic or not you still have a way with your words. I've learned that having a way with written words is much simpler to achieve then it is with spoken words. If I were given the choice between the two I'd probably take the latter option but will leave my reasons unwritten.
In the silence of this room I can see everything I love and everything that is missing, combine the two and it gives you a vision. A vision of what you may ask? Well fuck you, figure it out for yourself. My visions not the same as yours, unless of course you close your eyes and see the darkness, but still its not the same. Memories shape the darkness into all of your desires. That seems to be the only place I can achieve what I see but still it leaves me rather empty. Fucking rhythm in my words is annoying. I wonder if it's enough to drive a person insane? That's the reason I stop or else I'd probably be a famous author and be studied in classes around the world but no I prefer to remain unkown. I'm just looking for the one person who really wants to know what I have to say.
Would you believe I just said to myself, "life is just a game we play". That honestly has to be one of the worst quotes I have ever heard and it's lovely how crap like that sticks with you but the more memorable things disappear. A philosopher and a poet are one in the same, maybe that's why I can't write anything I like anymore. I have learned to hate philosophy, thus a direct effect of that is to hate poetry. Not others poetry just my own because I'm not a philosopher and anything I would write that is philosophical would have no basis of merit, therefore neither would my poetry.
You say stop complaining. I say stop reading. If nobody complained we would all be slaves. Maybe we already are and we are programmed to complain to make us believe we are free. George Orwell, that man writes a good mystery. You disagree and say he writes science fiction. If only we lived in 1984, guess what I wouldn't be born. As for him writing a mystery that might not be literally true but honestly do you know how the story ends? Does 2+2=4? Who decided where it stopped and why it should end? Now that I have your attention, start thinking and make sure to pretend.
Time and time again, I'm told I have a way with my words. All you have to do is write and you can have a way with words whether its one line or a full novel. Artistic or not you still have a way with your words. I've learned that having a way with written words is much simpler to achieve then it is with spoken words. If I were given the choice between the two I'd probably take the latter option but will leave my reasons unwritten.
In the silence of this room I can see everything I love and everything that is missing, combine the two and it gives you a vision. A vision of what you may ask? Well fuck you, figure it out for yourself. My visions not the same as yours, unless of course you close your eyes and see the darkness, but still its not the same. Memories shape the darkness into all of your desires. That seems to be the only place I can achieve what I see but still it leaves me rather empty. Fucking rhythm in my words is annoying. I wonder if it's enough to drive a person insane? That's the reason I stop or else I'd probably be a famous author and be studied in classes around the world but no I prefer to remain unkown. I'm just looking for the one person who really wants to know what I have to say.
Would you believe I just said to myself, "life is just a game we play". That honestly has to be one of the worst quotes I have ever heard and it's lovely how crap like that sticks with you but the more memorable things disappear. A philosopher and a poet are one in the same, maybe that's why I can't write anything I like anymore. I have learned to hate philosophy, thus a direct effect of that is to hate poetry. Not others poetry just my own because I'm not a philosopher and anything I would write that is philosophical would have no basis of merit, therefore neither would my poetry.
You say stop complaining. I say stop reading. If nobody complained we would all be slaves. Maybe we already are and we are programmed to complain to make us believe we are free. George Orwell, that man writes a good mystery. You disagree and say he writes science fiction. If only we lived in 1984, guess what I wouldn't be born. As for him writing a mystery that might not be literally true but honestly do you know how the story ends? Does 2+2=4? Who decided where it stopped and why it should end? Now that I have your attention, start thinking and make sure to pretend.
