I am in love with the art of writing because just like a sweet biting it serves me with little pleasure. When i am under pressure, i take my brittle pen and jot down my frustrations, it’s normally the end of my desperation as i formally kill any anomaly thereon and proceed to a place of peace and serenity, a heed for integrity.
Like a surprise birthday party every time I write a poem I am left on an improvised high. I rely on that sugar to take me through the day. Like a smitten cougar am never too old for the literature, if anything it makes me younger. I get stronger by the ability to turn to the art when am in turn burned and bruised. I not only get excused but amused.
I am in love with the art of writing because it is the purest of all forms. Like a deadly storm in stands out from all the disasters of life. It never lies like the words of a broadcaster but always tries to redefine expression. In aggression, it is our utmost use of spoken word that we hide our true feelings. But in dealing with it, some sort to the art of writing.
Black Roses 
“Like a surprise birthday party every time I write a poem I am left on an improvised high. ” Writing is surely a way to paint the canvas that is life which we get as plain and make it magical. The juice of that feels cold on our tongue in a hot afternoon, when its utility is 100%. Thanks for sharing.
1st give me a min i process
**When i am under pressure, i take my brittle pen and jot down my frustrations, it’s normally the end of my desperation as i formally kill any anomaly thereon and proceed to a place of peace and serenity, a heed for integrity.**
i have read and re-read that 1st stanza and i just can’t seem to get enough of it.
Like the guilty pleasures, at my leisure i indulge and converge my mind, body and soul it the art. An art so pure, so beautiful words cannot describe. Yet, in the words lie the beauty.
Rosey, pardon my crude language but that is Tawraly fvckin AWESOME!!!
“In aggression, it is our utmost use of spoken word that we hide our true feelings. But in dealing with it, some sort to the art of writing.”
Writing is more than an art, it is a solace. A place where we run to when we have no one else to turn to. A place where we hide because no where else we can confide. A place where we ignore the world, just because we can.
You really put it out there in this one.
So much talent here it makes me want to shut down my blog due to shame lol! I’m in love with the art too but you make me feel like the other woman, or man in this case. Big up!
Awww, on behalf of black roses, thank you guyz, i wanna add up bits of your comments into another stanza what do ya’ll think?
go right ahead.