Will the world ever perceive me as I am? Greatness, flaws, and dreams all balled up into a man? This is not the times for second thoughts. I can’t take it back like the opened alcohol I brought. I write this to let everyone know what I fear. So close, so far, I feel the success is near. My mind works so fast I can write a million books. If that’s what it takes to get a glance or steal your looks. I let the pen run dry with no excuse. Or my keyboard can break after I pay my dues.
I'm and up and coming writer from Memphis, Tennessee that believes we are all born to play our part in the universe. I'm on a mission to inspire others as well as stir your imagination through my passion for words. Here, you'll find inspirational poetry, all original fictions, and random events about my life. If you're reading this, please take a moment to comment or send an email so I can thank you personally for taking the time to read my work. That and I really like to connect with others and learn your story as well. My first novel will be releasing July 7, 2020 titled "Universing". Thank you for visiting my corner of the web.
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Yeah. I was drinking the night I wrote this and I remember I was watching someone famous on the late show I think and I told myself, I would love to sit in that chair. So my envy wrote this poem. That’s the thing about me and writing..very emotionally driven and I have to be careful what I say in that state 😅
My filter goes out the door if alcohol comes into play. I no longer tolerate it very well though.
I think writing through emotion is the best way to go. That’s the way I go. And sometimes, I feel like writing, but I just don’t want to bring up some subjects or etc that will initiate an emotional response that is difficult to find your way through and back to composure. So I just don’t write. Seems easier for me sometimes, even though some good writings could come of it.
Writing is very tricky grounds at times. You can write something and it pulls a whole other side of you out that hurts to handle or is hard to control. It’s a funny metaphor but writing is like Pride Rock in the Lion King when his dad was telling him that everywhere the light touches is their kingdom, but Simba asked about that shadowy area that was the Elephant Grave Yard…
We gotta be careful of our elephant grave yards.
And that sums up – word for word – why I don’t have posts some days. I’m not prepared sometimes to come close to that elephant graveyard.
You’re amazing at comparing very impossible concepts, hard to explain, to something so common and known… and yet even though it’s common, it’s not ever thought about.
That’s a true, raw talent. Do not let anyone tell you that you need to “change the way you think” or “come back to earth” or “it’s not that deep” – because you don’t, and you can’t, and it is.
I read a quote once by Dylan Moran.. it said:
People will kill you over time. And how they’ll kill you is with tiny, harmless phrases like: “be realistic”.
WRITE OF MIGHT 
I kind of love this. 😲❤️
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Yeah. I was drinking the night I wrote this and I remember I was watching someone famous on the late show I think and I told myself, I would love to sit in that chair. So my envy wrote this poem. That’s the thing about me and writing..very emotionally driven and I have to be careful what I say in that state 😅
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My filter goes out the door if alcohol comes into play. I no longer tolerate it very well though.
I think writing through emotion is the best way to go. That’s the way I go. And sometimes, I feel like writing, but I just don’t want to bring up some subjects or etc that will initiate an emotional response that is difficult to find your way through and back to composure. So I just don’t write. Seems easier for me sometimes, even though some good writings could come of it.
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Writing is very tricky grounds at times. You can write something and it pulls a whole other side of you out that hurts to handle or is hard to control. It’s a funny metaphor but writing is like Pride Rock in the Lion King when his dad was telling him that everywhere the light touches is their kingdom, but Simba asked about that shadowy area that was the Elephant Grave Yard…
We gotta be careful of our elephant grave yards.
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And that sums up – word for word – why I don’t have posts some days. I’m not prepared sometimes to come close to that elephant graveyard.
You’re amazing at comparing very impossible concepts, hard to explain, to something so common and known… and yet even though it’s common, it’s not ever thought about.
That’s a true, raw talent. Do not let anyone tell you that you need to “change the way you think” or “come back to earth” or “it’s not that deep” – because you don’t, and you can’t, and it is.
I read a quote once by Dylan Moran.. it said:
People will kill you over time. And how they’ll kill you is with tiny, harmless phrases like: “be realistic”.
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