Is the statue hidden in the marble?
Are there ideas, buried within my mind?
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Strange, how simple life can be
I awake; I create. I daydream, contemplate.
In blissful solitude, yet surrounding me,
a thousand ideas, yearning to become.
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''Creativity is existentialism''
Witness, the ink of my soul!
Behold, undeniable proof, I am here.
Weep, as the pages burn in the brazier of time,
unseen and vain, nonsense and rain.
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very much akin to a dance, a quiet celebration,
an ebullition, a spectacle by and for one self-
One self? The pages, witness to ideas and less than ideas
Weep, the pages, scratches of the mind, proof, yes!
Undeniable proof, yes
Weep the pages-
About the Creator
YonathanJ
I've been an avid reader for as long as I remember, and a writer since childhood. Crafting stories fascinate me. I write to share my outlook on life, that is often taken too seriously. Hope you enjoy my writings
Quoth
Unnoticed, the clock struck into the next day. Before my eyes, as midnight came and went, the words on the pages over which I poured blurred together. Meaningless under my over-tired gaze, they looped around themselves, slowly winding lines of text twisting themselves into knots as I watched, barely awake enough to do more than notice the change.
By Alexander McEvoy2 days ago in Fiction
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