
I want to write about sex and passion
death and fear
obsession and depression
and all that lives between those words
but
my sentences stall inside my heart
and all I write are shadows of memory
and blurred dreams
Some thoughts need to come out

I want to write about sex and passion
death and fear
obsession and depression
and all that lives between those words
but
my sentences stall inside my heart
and all I write are shadows of memory
and blurred dreams
Thanks for sharing this idea. Anita
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Oh so effective, though
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Yes, very true VJ
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Don’t we all as writers write the shadows of our memories? And you’ve done some brilliant work of doing the same, Bree. Loved reading this.
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I think there are times when we do, but if that’s all we have we’ll run our of fresh ideas fast 😆 At times we become other people entirely in order to create something unknown. Sometimes we write of the imagined future. This is such an interesting topic though now that you mention it 🙂 Thanks so much for reading and commenting 💜
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Of course, we use our imagination also but I think somehow that is also inspired by our memories (of what we read or watch). But again as you say this could be such an interesting discussion. 😊💞
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Ooooo, interesting point (about what we read and watch). I’ll be thinking about this for a while now haha 🙂
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Glad to provide some food for your thoughts. 😊💞
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I like the idea of sentences stalling inside hearts. I think it happens to all of us. Really good poem.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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