Writing

[Truth Iscariot]

They're all words. I just need them to fit as they should
Clipped snippets and bits I've learned over years
Assembled here to explain thoughts
Which oft come out more trite than expected.
However, it's thrilling to answer the call
Whence inspiration beckons. Ink bleeds into seconds...
Hours...
Day...
I've spent years penning fears and rants
Written some pieces I'd recant if given the chance
Romanced this Art. I love it down to its particles
We piece each other together,
My Writing and I, two tarnished Wholes
Seeking redemption. I always wished
My penmanship would land me past impoverishment
Or past obstacles which block a soul drenched
In the rivers of turbulence.
As if pen & pad were oar & raft. Analogies clash.
Passion impasse - I'll do this forever
Even if the cash never finds its way to me
I am tainted by perservance
Gift & Curse
They're all words. Tormented & stretched to fit in this verse.

[Truth Iscariot]

Double cough

[Fatrick Swayze]

When inspiration beckons. Ink bleeds into second

Can I just say how profound and deep that line is. Its a metaphor that speaks volumes to the writing process, as well as the time and effort the writer takes. Well those that take pride in there writing. Fucking dope dope piece I can't believe no ones peeped this yet. I mean this whole piece is a ode to us "online poets" and tbh can speak to anyone that writes. This was a great read, refreshing and crisp, well done.

[Emily]

Sorry Truth, takes me a while sometimes to get around to everything. You know I'd never forget you.
It's pretty much impossible to snob a Truth piece. You're always so profound. You always tend to go deeper.
You never just skim the surface. This piece is a testament to that.

They're all words. I just need them to fit as they should
It's like you're talking about ex lovers. You just need them to love you like they should.
To fit well with you and be spoons and mold into you perfectly : )
Clipped snippets and bits I've learned over years
I'm off on a metaphorical rant so just let me be Truth ok? lol
See, here I'm seeing the evolution of the 'relationship between the writer and his writing' that's grown over the years,
the experiences you've learnt, the lessons you've remembered and the one's you'd rather forget.
The one's you've kept close to your heart, framed in your mind, golden words that'll never leave you.
Assembled here to explain thoughts
And it's like sitting in the kitchen opposite one another, talking about it. Trying to figure it out.
Which oft come out more trite than expected.
Yes. Ugh. Sometimes what we have in our head just doesn't come out the same when it makes it
onto paper. Or when it comes out of our mouth. The words don't hold the treasure they held in our minds or hearts.
However, it's thrilling to answer the call
Oh yes it is. It is.
Whence inspiration beckons. Ink bleeds into seconds...
Top line! Stunning reflection. Beautifully put.
Hours...
Day...Probably missed the s on the end of Days. But nice pace those two words add to the piece huh?
Pace is so important. It adds dimension, layers, to a piece. It adds charm, anticipation.
Pace is adrenaline drip feeding our predictions. It holds a bit of suspense and makes everything a little more exciting.
I've spent years penning fears and rants
Years trying to work it out. 'Fears and rants'...that's good.
Written some pieces I'd recant if given the chance
lol. Wouldn't we all? And we probably would think again about saying yes or no to certain past loves.
Romanced this Art. I love it down to its particles
But you can't help falling in love can you? Every little bit of it makes you feel alive in spirit.
Puts a bounce in your step. Makes your heart beat louder. Gives you a freedom of expression....finally,
someone understands.
We piece each other together,
Only for those who have a sense of belonging.
If it's meant to be that's what it feels like. Like you've become whole.
Something was missing and you've found it.
My Writing and I, two tarnished Wholes
Is there an unbroken artist out there? Where? I doubt there is.
Two broken people get fixed with the potion of love and understanding.
Seeking redemption. I always wished
My penmanship would land me past impoverishment
The humble person who's rich in the heart but not in the pocket.
Still, there are so many rich in the pocket but poor in the heart.
You'll never be one of those. We can always dream though that our
art/passion can maybe make us some money one day.
Wouldn't that be nice?
Or past obstacles which block a soul drenched
In the rivers of turbulence.
You've got a divine way with words Truth.
You draw with words pictures that reach heaven, touched by angels.
These lines are heaven sent.
As if pen & pad were oar & raft. Analogies clash.
They are oar and raft. And you can sink or swim.
You've been saved, you've died, and there you are again, like a cat with nine lives.
Passion impasse - I'll do this forever
Like you have a choice lol. You have no choice. Even when you're not writing with paper and pen,
you're still writing in your mind with your heart. There's no escaping it.
Even if the cash never finds its way to me
I am tainted by perservance
Gift & Curse
It is a bit like that isn't it? Good wording. Gift and curse. God, that's good. Straight to the point and relevant.
They're all words. Tormented & stretched to fit in this verse.
Aaaaaand......I love you. Why? Because you read my mind. You paint my fears. You draw my angst.
You share my pain. YOU understand.
And because of that and pieces like this, even alone, I'll never be alone.

Great Read.



Thank you.

[Madlyn]

the experiences you've learnt, the lessons you've remembered and the one's you'd rather forget.
The one's you've kept close to your heart, framed in your mind, golden words that'll never leave you.
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[slecht]

Very good poetry here.

[Spoken]

We actually have spam bots here wtf...

Anyways this being just writing was deeper into freelancing the imagery rather than interacting with the audience and rather peek into my thoughts and life of ones addiction. The trait itself in writing is a nuisance that most wouldn't dare call onto as a means of expression. The new age being about action more than passion in a sense. You spoke truths in this that I feel most don't or won't see because of it being a dead weight topic name but that's the beauty in it. The fact of how sluggish one can pen and or recant it still becomes of a masterpiece you with to engage with your audience not as a poor sport of response but more as a hear me roar and speak.

Love it and wish it was a bit more tidy with the components and the wording and grammar but none the less I am very pleased with this piece.