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eventually
all your thoughts will turn to dust
and like smoke they'll weave away into thin air,
leaving nothing behind
but a few ghastly embers that float away in the swirling wind
and that's when you'll wish you had captured your beautiful flames
and molded them into words
golden, pouring words
phrases in which your thoughts could breathe on, immortally suspended in the air we swim in
for your thoughts are stinging and urgent now, but in time
only pure words will preserve the blush of fires
you stoke in the corners of your mind
that simmer down and die
eventually
all your thoughts will turn to dust
and like smoke they'll weave away into thin air,
leaving nothing behind
but a few ghastly embers that float away in the swirling wind
and that's when you'll wish you had captured your beautiful flames
and molded them into words
golden, pouring words
phrases in which your thoughts could breathe on, immortally suspended in the air we swim in
for your thoughts are stinging and urgent now, but in time
only pure words will preserve the blush of fires
you stoke in the corners of your mind
that simmer down and die
eventually
Written 21st of September, 2011
I think I was chatting online with a friend who suddenly disappeared, and in those moments when i was left chatting to a blank screen, this came out. I have no idea how....I think it just evolved from the word 'eventually'
Heheh...the creative process, forever perplexing me...
I think I was chatting online with a friend who suddenly disappeared, and in those moments when i was left chatting to a blank screen, this came out. I have no idea how....I think it just evolved from the word 'eventually'
Heheh...the creative process, forever perplexing me... © 2012 - 2024 musicgypsy
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Inspiration out of almost nothing, the mark of a true writer, don't ever try figure it out, just let it happen and keep a pencil and scrap of paper handy, how many times has a beautiful phrase or thought come to you at the wrong bloody time and its forgotten by the time you sit down to write??