Angi
07-10-2006, 09:57 AM
Here is something I wrote. Even I admit its kinda rough, so I'm taking any suggestions on how to better it up!
The curse of the writer, who owns so many words, and later realizs there are not enough, or too much. To have so many word with which to express oneself, they may end up saying nothing at all. Who's mind is filled up with words of image and image of words. It slips into language daily spoken as well, making TV watchers stare, the empty-headed echo, the jabbers chat nonsense words, discussing what nonsense the writer writes, moves, speaks, stares. What strange words he uses to express emotion, action, ideas, view, opinions, surroundings. Instead of big, he crys gigantic, titanic, monstruous. Instead of small, he whispers tiny, microscopic, minuscul.
"Why," the jabbers wonder (not exactly an original thought). "We understand big; we understand small. Why does he find it nesseccary to use different words to express the same idea. Why can't he be like us; why is he different?" the TV watchers ask. The questions bounces down the hall made of empty-headed people, nobody knowing who was the original thinker of the thought; nobody being able to creat an answer to be satisfactorily be bounced back.
And the writer stand alone, free of simplicity made from plain, simple words, his mind soaring on that freedome; the wind of his thoughts and expressions cuasing drafts, raising him higher, higher than the earth-bound TV watchers, the empty-headed, the jabbers.
Right. That's it. I hope you like it, and if you don't please post a messege suggesting how to make it better.
The curse of the writer, who owns so many words, and later realizs there are not enough, or too much. To have so many word with which to express oneself, they may end up saying nothing at all. Who's mind is filled up with words of image and image of words. It slips into language daily spoken as well, making TV watchers stare, the empty-headed echo, the jabbers chat nonsense words, discussing what nonsense the writer writes, moves, speaks, stares. What strange words he uses to express emotion, action, ideas, view, opinions, surroundings. Instead of big, he crys gigantic, titanic, monstruous. Instead of small, he whispers tiny, microscopic, minuscul.
"Why," the jabbers wonder (not exactly an original thought). "We understand big; we understand small. Why does he find it nesseccary to use different words to express the same idea. Why can't he be like us; why is he different?" the TV watchers ask. The questions bounces down the hall made of empty-headed people, nobody knowing who was the original thinker of the thought; nobody being able to creat an answer to be satisfactorily be bounced back.
And the writer stand alone, free of simplicity made from plain, simple words, his mind soaring on that freedome; the wind of his thoughts and expressions cuasing drafts, raising him higher, higher than the earth-bound TV watchers, the empty-headed, the jabbers.
Right. That's it. I hope you like it, and if you don't please post a messege suggesting how to make it better.