Word Art

Writing is an Art
You need words to start;
Then comes some inspiration -
You've got to find your motivation;
Don't forget to make the mood
It's all about the attitude;
Now, lets set things in motion
And remember these two notions -
Ready yourself for the words to flow
And then, without notice, to dissapear;
Leave, go.
This, my friend, is Writer's Block -
The terrible affliction
That keeps you from your addiction
Even Sherlock can't find a cure,
Well, yeah, it sucks,
That's for sure.
But it can be overcome;
Give it time, and then some.
So proceed in a forward march
Wet your lips when they go parch;
Refill your ink, stomach, and lead,
Rack your brains - look ahead;
Prep yourself for an all-nighter,
Onward march! My fellow Writer

A Daisy

A Daisy, so Simple
So Equal, an Art
It's petals, so close
But some, Far Apart.

Parts of Life

Warning - some language involved. May contain offensive material.

Undress;
Let the folds roll off -
Allow the stripping of false skins
Be comfortable with what you're in.

Caress;
Feel the warmth of one's touch -
Isn't it hard not to blush
When the moment is so lush.

Thrust;
Sometimes you need a little force -
Force makes you hard, makes you stronger -
Think you can last a little longer?

Robust;
That fucking climax was -
When it all reached its peak
And you acted so meek.

Hold;
Onto that moment -
Put it in your bank
And remember who to thank.

Cold;
And sweating; you awake -
How can you say you actually regret
What you know hasn't happened yet?

Living:
Being yourself -
Having simple regrets
Storing precious moments.

Loving:
Taking a random chance -
Half-witted misses
Secret lovely kisses...

Parts of Life.

Hey Peoples!!!

Welcome to Midnight Scribbles, home of the Midnight Writer!

Midnight
Best Friend of Briana Somebody*
Spazzy, cynical, patient
Student at CCTL
Lover of friends, dogs, poetry
Who has needed lots of attention, love, and freedom
Who has feared judgment, monsters in her closet, and herself
Who has longed for security, money, and true liberty
Unpredictable
Writer

Later --

A Letter to Myself - Age 14

One more year has passed
And the day has drifted by
Fourteen isn't much different;
Though the relatives say “Oh my!”

But one could argue I have changed
For the worse – or better
So to help sort out thoughts,
I'll write myself a letter.

So...

Dear Me,
You're no longer thirteen
And you've stated you're no different
from yesterday.

But it's come to my attention
That you've forgotten to mention
How much more pride
you carry with your new age.

And I've noticed you changing
And, of course, rearranging,
You're brain's thoughts, hopes
and your woes.

And since the purpose of this letter
Is to make you feel better
I shall tell you exactly how
our life goes.

Listen closely child
For the future is wild
And I, your subconscious, knows
how to get you through.

A piece of advice –
Do not think twice;
Trust your heart
and instinct alone.

But I am immature
So just to be sure
Listen to the few elders
whom you trust.

Uncertainty lies ahead
But you won't end up dead;
People have been here before
and, obviously, lived.

For now, I bid you farewell
And when you reach Hell
Just remember
my words of advice.

Don't forget your teacher
Or who you were, either
Compare what you are now
and think of what you'll become.

Now I sign Sincerely
And oh so dearly
The name of my inner me
~*Isabel J. Darkheart*