The Experiment
Day 1 of the experiment was a success. Yes, completed one day of creative writing in a short poem or possibly a song if I can meet up with some beats.
That is the goal, to be creative in some fashion each day of the year. It is wholy unrealistic, since even the most creative of us has an off day. However the goal has been set, even if it is totally unrealistic.
At any rate here is the fruits of Day 1's labor:
Tear Drops on Rose Petals
The stars rain down far and wide
I am hoping soon to be by your side
Coming home from this God forsaken land
Loving you and giving you a helping hand
Just want a normal life
A house, a fence, and you as my wife
But first I have to get to the promised land
Out of Hell through the sliding doors
Over the mountains through the moors
God deliver me to the promised land
Tear drops on rose petals finding their place
Slice open my chest spray my heart with mace
This is the pain I endure while you're away
Hope to be home on the next sunny day
Just want to be with my poison
Only I got to get my boy's on
But first I have to get to the promised land
Out of Hell through the sliding doors
Over the mountains through the moors
God deliver me to the promised land
Tragedy struck, pain searing through my body now
Strapped flat to my back this hard rigid metal prow
It will be soon now, yes the healing has begun
Meadows, flowers, parks, Conney Island it'll be fun
True I left some friends behind
But, I'll be seeing you not only in my mind
I've finally gotten to the promised land
Out of Hell's gates through sliding doors
Over the mountains through the moors
God has delivered me to the promised land
Who's this holding your hand...
That is the goal, to be creative in some fashion each day of the year. It is wholy unrealistic, since even the most creative of us has an off day. However the goal has been set, even if it is totally unrealistic.
At any rate here is the fruits of Day 1's labor:
Tear Drops on Rose Petals
The stars rain down far and wide
I am hoping soon to be by your side
Coming home from this God forsaken land
Loving you and giving you a helping hand
Just want a normal life
A house, a fence, and you as my wife
But first I have to get to the promised land
Out of Hell through the sliding doors
Over the mountains through the moors
God deliver me to the promised land
Tear drops on rose petals finding their place
Slice open my chest spray my heart with mace
This is the pain I endure while you're away
Hope to be home on the next sunny day
Just want to be with my poison
Only I got to get my boy's on
But first I have to get to the promised land
Out of Hell through the sliding doors
Over the mountains through the moors
God deliver me to the promised land
Tragedy struck, pain searing through my body now
Strapped flat to my back this hard rigid metal prow
It will be soon now, yes the healing has begun
Meadows, flowers, parks, Conney Island it'll be fun
True I left some friends behind
But, I'll be seeing you not only in my mind
I've finally gotten to the promised land
Out of Hell's gates through sliding doors
Over the mountains through the moors
God has delivered me to the promised land
Who's this holding your hand...
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Lauren
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Jan 04, 2012 06:04AM
Very nice poem. I may jump on board with you and attempt to do a creative writing excersise every day.
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So far so good. I think it is a doable task. I also think it will give me time to flesh out a couple other ideas I have and maybe come up with some new ones. The first four months of this year will be the hardest to stay on track. I've signed up for night classes at WireGrass (Valtech). So it will be tough to start with.I'll post things from time to time. I hope to see you do the same.
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