I realised my inspiration is dead
As I was lying thoughtfully on my bed
With the poetry book in front, pencil in hand
Staring away minutes as my eyes get filled with sand
It's way past my bed time, I should almost wake up
Birds outside greeting each other, going wussup?
And I'm still awake, thinking the minutes away
As I can't come up with anything to say
I used to write such great poetry
What the hell happened to me?
I can feel the poet in me dying
And no, I'm not kidding
Any ideas?
About
- Alev
- Antalya, Türkiye
- I'm someone that dreams 24/7. Someone that doesn't sleep at night to avoid missing the sunrise. Anyone of them can be my salvation. My way out. The thing that will light up my life like it does with the rest of the world. My hope. Until that day comes, I will spend my days in school and nights in front of the TV, listening to music like any other would do. It's just that simple.
My Inspiration, My Everything
I Give You the Best: Poets of the Fall!
Déjà Vu
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Now the world for you is so flat
Nothing fills up emptiness that
Comes again and gets inside you
Makes to think of words so hard
Between darkness and elation
Therein lies the inspiration
Don't try to find it in the blue
Look for it within your heart
These days my heart is aching bad
Looking there makes me really sad
It is so much more than I could bear
I doubt I'd find my inspiration there
I know what you mean is pure well
But I can't deny this, what the hell:
I'm losing my talent by the day
And I don't mind giving it away
I lost my interest in this anyway...
I know it's burning
I know it aches
Yet you don't replace your real words with fakes
Right now it's open
Accidentally
Right now it just allows me to see
Pain is a mirror to look into
It's just more fun
Than the television of the world
It's just to make us feel the things we've never heard
Maybe inspiration is a free bird flown away
But you'll see it again on a rainy day
I don't really know
Maybe what you say is true
But the feelings I'm feeling
I don't want anyone to have a clue
Dealing with pain on my own
Is something I'm used to
So maybe it's better this way
With my inspiration's absense
I don't know what to say
And everything stays with me
At least until I'm ready to share
My part of the story
It is just so you
To close the door when everything's on fire
And I know it's true
Now you feel you have nothing to inspire
I understand your heart's a thing
You don't want to share
But simply you just can't make me not care
Of course you can stop writing
You can cut the stream
But I won't keep my ears stopped
Not to hear a scream
Whatever...
Just don't worry
In the deepest dawn
The sun will hurry
Your happiness to spawn
I know you care, and I appreciate
You are a very good friend
But don't worry, I'll survive
At the end, I always revive
:)
wow owo wow!! too much poetry :D, i thought i was only gonna quote from alevs poem but wtf?
hahahaha realy nice poems guys, and alev youre telling me youre loosing the poetic "force" ( :D ) ??? :P
but i know what you mean the inspiration is leaving me too, and jamrik youre never around these days so i can quess the same thing although i think youve found better things to do :D :P
but again yeah alev, its happening to us all maybe it was a peroidic thing, maybe we've grown up or something...
but thatdoesnt mean were loosing the talent we can write the best of our poems :)
i forgot to quote :D :
"It's way past my bed time, I should almost wake up
Birds outside greeting each other, going wussup?"
hahahahahaha
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