a_writer's_curse starjewel I always write when it rains Is that inconceivable and strange? A phenomenon that I can't capture But a moment of inspiration and rapture. It's the rhythm of the fall It's an insistent call It's the poetry that stocks me It's the words that try to mock me The roll of thunder goads me The wind seems to know me There's an element of surprise When Mother Nature breaks down and cries The moment that forces me to create The writer in me struggles to relate My mother tells me to get control But how can I stop when I'm on a roll? Am I supposed to tell the muse to hush? Am I supposed to dam the thoughts that rush? I can't stop I just can't So I'll sit here, write, rave and rant About this unavoidable curse I'll except that I'm a writer and that it could be worse 040714 ... The_missing_dot Kitcken_language? 040714 ... To be Exact Kitchen_language? 040714 ... starjewel A writer's curse really is writing poems as bad as this when they're desperate to write something with meaning and they've got nothing but blank paper, a pen, and not enough rain to produce anything good. I formally appologize for my bad writing. " No Bad Writing." ~Mort Rainy 040714 ... :) Good_point... 040714 ... ... across_the_universe... 040714 ... Lyrics ... 040714 ... magicforest WITHOUT DOUBT THE CURSE IS having to, in the words of some great writer, "kill off your darlings". Those precious bits you have written that you erase for the sake of saving the whole. Or the hole. 040714 ... stork daddy seeing a paragraph or maybe less in a coffin passing by. a metaphor for everything. defining a gunshot wound with the slow spread of juice into the fabric of a paper towel. 040715 ... czmember there r many. 040720 what's it to you? who go blather from