Her poem will contain only the broken pieces of her heart. There will be no ellipses, just a dot. Goodbye.
That silent gap of “nothing” you feel between your thoughts and the outside world is the first step in setting your brain free to be creative.
Apparently art is only for the 1%, and the rest of us shouldn’t even bother.
The moment drips with explosive chemistry, ardour and desire, making the two savour the moment in splendid surrender, and the audience feast in their unearthly moves.
When you love a girl who writes, you’ll finally know what it’s like to live forever.
we are so in tune with the world and the world sings back to us
it sings to us through our pencils, our paintbrushes, our instruments, our film
it write us notes and it colors our canvases
Sitting down at my laptop, with my fingers bashing against the keys, never felt like work. And I absolutely hated when anyone in my family called it that.
Words are our thing. Our texts and emails are long because we think you deserve all the words we know.
Perhaps my inability to refer to myself as an artist without setting apart the word in quotation marks says something about my state of mind on the matter.
If you’re a poetry addict like I am, you’re always craving creative bursts of inspiration wherever you go.