Loveable

Creating a loveable character is harder then I thought. They may sound good by themselves but then encoporate that into a story and sometimes it gets lost in translation I guess. :-( grrrrrrrr Things I have learnt due to self scruntity 1. Someone who lives inside their head and not in reality is interesting but interacting with people becomes disjointed and stilted. This can become a rut as you impress this inside my head persona on other characters. 2. Using quirks and ways of speech from people in my reality makes me feel slightly evil :-) 3. Even if your concentration is moving onto bed/biscuits/tv/people if you have a story thread like a scene/twist KEEP writing  because you will forget in the next 10 minutes and lose it basically almost forever.... this is really hard to remember.

Music

A flush of warm blood around the ear and a senitiment in the heart. The tingly reach of a cresendo and the pleasant shiver of a barotone. The jovial roundness of a....... happpy song:D The diaphram raises the lungs inflate and the throat is scrathed by the off key and painted with joy at tune. Tone deaf immersion. Music is life and life is music thus you need both to live.

Threshold

It's spring or the threshold of it at least the moment before the desecent. It's similar to being in a dream. Someone played piano today and as they played I wrote the images it intilled in me. A whole underwater palace was waiting for me. I decided to come to a conclusion about this( just cause I could and always do) The person whose fingertips can create whole worlds for people has a talent. Did I tell this person? No. Ummm oh yeah the conclusion. What I mean to get to eventually is. The person doesn't boast of any artistic talent but can paint the ivory. With all the colours of nature

Along the Riverbank

The willow who does it weep for?
In the scintillating blue
It's tears are very colourless
But they make up the river too
Set across a blue sky
The willow weeps some
Weeping so long now
Can't remember what it started for

When the tree evolved
Did it cry?
When great big bombs filled the sky?
When children, filled with their own tears sat beside it

No the willow weeps for weeping
It does not weep for you
It weeps the essence of weeping
Into the river blue
So then all the beings that love the river too
Get to see it sparkle
During day,sun,moon

Shadows

The stars light up thy face
Thy face looking in the window
Why so full of shadow thy face?
Why so full of shadow?

Milk

Ever heard of pouring yogurt? I call it milk :)

Amusings

Weird huh my blog is called amusings but
I never actually wrote any down. Ah well really I think you should just find the amusings in your own life and share them with me. My amusings are my writings and poetry. Now my muse

The world feels small and big but little
Small and wide yet fat
Malnourished
Grieving, laughing
Circling and drawing lines
Like a work of art
A complete mess
Made with love
Loathing
Concoctions
Formula
Death
Birth
Age
and
sound
smell
emotion
basically