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Tribs

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Another badly written one

Disconnected

Lying in your arms
Our bodies intertwined
Split between then and now
As one, but not completely whole

Our love is built on memories
Shadows from the past
The ones we were
Are long gone now
We were different people then

Silence moves around the room
It echoes in our souls
Distant laughter fills the night
Tears splash on the ground

Time stands still yet marches on
Days become endless weeks
Eternity stretches like a rubber band
Precariously thin

Disconnection with the mind
Separation from the skin
Parts in conflict, struggling
Existing in one space

The road ahead is cloudy
Tension fills the air
Temptations lurk, unseen
Disconnected from life
Living in our dreams
 

Nicholas

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Have you ever started writing something - as though the first two sentences [for example] had popped in existence inside your mind - then found yourself unable to continue?
 

Tribs

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Have you ever started writing something - as though the first two sentences [for example] had popped in existence inside your mind - then found yourself unable to continue?
Many times
But there are times I can spew pages of utter crap too.
 

Tribs

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@Tribs: do you have any particular creative process you follow, or do you simply write down what comes to you when you can?
Most of the time I just write. But I use paper and pen. I find it feels better.
I will usually see it in my head - but I recently wrote something while I was sitting in the semidark. And I had no idea what was going to be written - I just wrote. It isn't good - but it felt good writing it.
 

LD50

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"in glass"

in glass we stare
at the wear and the tear
on shallow skin,
into the depths within

comes a gentle finger tip touch,
stroking...,
slowly...,

over painted canvas
of pain and time's unforgiving
paint brush
 

Tribs

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"in glass"

in glass we stare
at the wear and the tear
on shallow skin,
into the depths within

comes a gentle finger tip touch,
stroking...,
slowly...,

over painted canvas
of pain and time's unforgiving
paint brush
That is really lovely
 

Nicholas

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Oh I thought you meant I should finish and publish my book. Ooops
I'm not sure what my intention was any more. I don't have words to explain myself. Maybe it would have made more sense if I had linked to specific video clips?
 
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