"untitled. " by dearhonestyx. I know why the caged bird sings by Maya Angelou. Poems - AGE of ASININITY. Imperfect Perfection by Devon. I dreamt that I'd tell you, I dreamt I'd convince you.I dreamt you would love me and I too would love you.I dreamt of perfection, a dream so romantic.I dreamt you would smile and carefully panic.I dreamt you would hug me.
I dreamt we would both see,together we're better - I dreamt you weren't choosy.I dreamt up the ways of how I could tell you.I dreamt up bouquets and a time and place too.I dreamt that I told you. I dreamt that I could do.I dreamt that it happened. The scars on my soul are words. Anonymous asked: When you can't write, what do you do?
I'm drowning in words I can't get on paper. I write to put bread ( pho) on my table so I can not afford long bouts of writer’s blocks so I do a few things to combat it… I stop writing for a few hours, go see a movie or a play or a ballet, walk in the woods, or down unknown streets. I then do two exercises to help … the first is I put a pen on a blank piece of paper, set a timer for twenty minutes and then write… I don’t care what I write, how good or bad it is… normally I throw the paper away after, the point is to write… I suspect the computer would work for this too. A Composer of Love. Ru_sylvia_plath: My Mother (by Frieda Hughes)