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The Beauty of Writing

In writing you can say whatever you want, when you want to. Either in pen, pencil, or with an old fashioned fountain pen. In your new notebook there are two-hundred fresh, new crisp pages let's say. Then you start to write... Your pen flows across the page, writing words and more words, of excitement or happiness, or sadness and despair. Whatever you write, you express yourself, no matter how boring or how too-over-the-top your piece or story is. It is called freedom of expression, in my opinion. Don't you love the feeling when you know you are writing something good? Ah yes, the fruit of success, as I call it. Sometimes there is so little to write about, and sometimes so much. You never know when an idea or plot comes to mind to write down. It can be when you're on the subway train, when you are grocery shopping, or even when you're around the house just being lazy and not knowing what to do.

Mingled Colours

I see a painting in my mind.

Its colours lively, and bright.

I see life and light in it.

Splatter, swirls, and splashing designs, mingled with all kinds of colours,

divine.

Amerie, The Sad Girl

Perhaps they wouldn't notice the hole in my well and my heart.

If I keep my heartache and sadness hidden deep inside, they won't realize what it means to cry.

I keep my problem bottled inside myself, for I don't know if I should tell them or not.

Would I make them reside to depression like someone did to me?

My name is Amerie, and I am not very glee.

Perfect

My question is, what is classified as perfect? Why can't we all live in a perfect world? As if that could happen.. Perfect is just a stupid word that defines something us human beings can never be. An achievement that we don't have the capacity to obtain. Perfect isn't real. It isn't something we necessarily need to have and be. It is something too great to become. My message: Long live imperfections! They make us appreciate what good things we already have in life. They make us thing about and realize what we truly live for.

Poem; The Weaving of Art

Imagination and creation go hand in hand. When you put your mind to things like writing, it flourishes, like a red rose in bloom, perfection and beauty carefully woven into the process. Art is made.
The first brush stroke with paintbrush on canvas, the visual beginnings of creating something beautiful.
The first movements of a new dancer, becomes strenght, beauty, dedication, and elegance, in which dancer becomes a prima ballerina.
The first note played on a piano, the start of a new concerto piece.
The first emotions felt in a scene by the performer, first acts of greatness.
Artistry mastered in calibrating and wonderful ways, pave the way, or begin illustrating the pictures to mystic wonder. All woven colourfully different ways.

First Thoughts

When there is a loss for words, what is there to say? Your mind has run blank, your voice hushed from thinking intently about nothing. The prospect of thoughtless hopes dissolved into the mind's recycling bin. You scratch out what you've just penned down, crumple it up and toss it into the garbage can.
Go ahead, continue writing. I have no say, for I am only the one babbling on about wasteful nothing. Go ahead, write about the unthinkable, the retrospective, the stupendous thoughts of your mind composed of wasted diet coke you drank earlier. You're the only one who's ever gonna read it. Keep it. Dispose of it. Dispose all your thoughts onto that paper.
It's your spirit. Your attitude. Your declaration. It's your own individual perspective of whatever. So c'mon, spit it out! Write already!