I gather inspiration for my writing from the internal reaction, emotional response, and intellectual stimulation I have from what is around me, rather than from the actual things themselves.
I write short and bittersweet spiels that are more of passionate outbursts rather than calm conversations, like brief prayers as opposed to the epic redundant rosary. These pieces are full of exciting words, as I am a lover of language; words strung together in delightful punctuation marks; words woven together to create a tapestry of imagery; words that sometimes take forever to end at a period due to the hangover from a drunk night of Russian literature. I am verbose, but I don’t go on forever. These pieces don’t last very long, but they are about lasting effects.
My writing paints pictures, rather than tells long stories. They are pictures that are visceral triggers, aimed just a little to the side of the heart; still at the chest where ambiguous emotional aches occur. They are pictures of wasted youth, the existential anxiety in adolescence, the beauty of debauchery, the irony of decadence, and such thoughts of a boy in his late teens. My writing is young. It is profane. It is poetic. It is dark. It is smoke and it is syrup. It is dessert wine drank on a hotel room floor. It is a crow as black as film Noir. It is a paint brush broken in frustration lingering under a blank canvas. It is a middle finger flipped up at ignorance. It is a rocket blasting to the not-so-final frontier. It is a song with guitar, piano, violin, and cello. It is full of rhythm and accentuated alliteration. It is the way my mind whispers in lamentation. It is the way I kiss my diction farewell, knowing in quiet nonchalance that my words are leaving me to lay in someone else’s bed tonight.
alas.
I do not fancy myself a writer, for i missed out sometimes. although some people do that fancying for me. At that, I am flattered and humbled. i do love words.
I do.
Nice choice of words. Keep on bursting. Your writing will always be a reflection of who you are and what you think of. And of course, what a lovely picture that is. I am distracted with it. Is that you?
Very nice choice of words. What matters most is that your writing is the reflection of who you are and what your thoughts are. How far your ideas go is clearly shown through your vivid writings. Keep on writing, I will keep on reading. Many readers of yours, I know, believe in your craft. Even though I am distracted by the picture, just keep on rocking. Are you one of the two guys in the picture?
There is something about the picture that is kind of disturbing and intriguing at the same time.
Anyway, it is always fun to play with words. Writers and wannabes know that very well. Keep it up, bro. You are so back.
That was actually my purpose of including that picture. to imbue a disturbing sense to the readers. lets just say that it was my interpretation of that stimulation i gather when writing. And i'm glad it worked. Atleast for a moment it gave someone something to think about. not only just to scrutinize on what i had written.
i'm leaving you with the intrigued approach to the post.
for i am a lover of baffling thoughts.
Very nice indeed. I would love to read more of your writings because for some reason it touches my heart.