Everyday Inspiration, Day Thirteen: Play With Word Count

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A 50 Word Story


“I knew you’be good at this.”

“How?”

“You remember when I saw you at the race and you were off by yourself not with the crowd?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s how I knew you’d be good at this.”

“What do you mean?”

“A true artist never follows the crowd, they don’t know how to.”

 

 

P.S.

This “story” is based on a dream I had years ago. I was having a conversation with Spike Lee and this is what we were saying, strange right? I had this dream when I was new to writing. I think God was trying to tell me I was doing the right thing.

 

*Photo by Andreas Wagner 

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Everyday Inspiration, Day Nine: Writing and Not Writing

What do you do when you’re not writing? How do you reset and return to the dashboard, refreshed?

-WordPress, Blogging University
Two words and two words only answer that question. Live music.

 

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What do you do when you’re not writing? How do you reset and return to the dashboard, refreshed?

-WordPress, Blogging University

Two words and two words only answer that question. Live music.

Next to Jesus and writing, music is one of my great loves. There’s nothing like an amazing piece of music to stir you up. Music can transport you back in time, make you wonder, make you dream. Music is the musicians heart, live music is that heart on display.  The artist will tell you why he or she wrote that song, what inspired it, and the music will take on new meaning. Maybe it was deep deep love, or ugly heartbreak, or the miracle of new life.
I live for that, I live for the story of how the music came to be, because it inspires me to take the stories of my life and create something with it.

Isn’t that what all art is? Taking the human condition and creating with it.

 

*Original Photos

Poetry 101: Freedom

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We call ourselves free human beings but are we really?

How can we be, when darkness is at every turn?

Gone are the days of going to a concert, the big game, the mall or simply out with with friends as strictly a social event. Now it’s rolling the dice with your life.

Gone are the days when you could be sure of your safety around those sworn to keep you safe. Now when you see those lights in your rear view there’s a chance it could be your last ride.

Gone are the days of leaders who really were for America, for freedom. Now we have bigots who hide behind patriotism.

Gone are the days where you could walk into school and get the education you needed. Now you have to worry about walking into a death trap.

Terrorists, extremists, murderers, bigots, and down right psychopaths everywhere we look.

Gone are the days…but did the good days ever exist? No I don’t think they did.

The world was already on a flaming path to hell, we’re just experiencing a rise in the heat.

 

Poetry 101 Day 3: Sleep

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I spend my waking hours asleep, dreaming of something better. Something better than the stasis in which I live.

A place where I don’t fantasize about clawing at my own skin just to see a bit red blood in my colorless existence.

Where I don’t want to scream till I lose my voice just to hear a sound in this silent void.

From sun up till sun down I live in this abyss where nobody hears or sees me.

I’m only alive when I’m asleep.

 

Just To Say Hi!

Hello blog-o-sphere!

It’s been way too long, but life has been insanely busy. I’m trying to juggle school, work, and life and somethings are falling by the wayside. Like this blog and just writing in general. When I get home at the end of a long day all I want to do is get in my bed and binge watch Vampire Diaries. I don’t want to do anything that requires a lot of deep thought. This little bit I wrote today is something I wrote after watching a particularly sappy love scene on Vampire Diaries. I thought to myself what would I say if someone really wanted to know about all my hopes & dreams.
So until the next one
xoxo,
Tawniimage

Writing 101: Reinvent The Letter Format

To: My Musemuse

Dearest,

Who would’ve thought you would come to mean so much to me, and to my art. I don’t even remember when I first met you but suddenly you were there smiling at me. You have no idea the ways you have inspired me. Your kindness, your strength, your heart have pushed me to reveal what is truly within, holding nothing back.

Our love may not be unrequited or furiously passionate like other artists have had with their muses. But it doesn’t mean it isn’t love. It’s a mutual adoration and trust of which I’ve come to rely on. You are a comfort on a particularly dreary day, and I feel safe with you. I don’t know how long we will stay like this, but I intend to enjoy every moment.

I want you to know that you’re more than just a “regular” guy, you are a jewel of a person. So don’t let this world dull your shine my dear. I am praying for you.

Love Always,

Tawni ♥