dezphaire strapped in @ 10:06 PM  

7 Comments:

• At 12:16 AM,  Anonymous said…

  "Don't worry, I know how it feels. I'm still hoping that being with you isn't just a dream."
  
  Amazing Dez. You are a genius writer. Why don't you start writing again?
  
  "...where one can be wallowing in the black space of sadness and still find that grain of joy that makes you ready… to die or to live. There's where you forget that life is just a matter of waking".
  
  Beautiful!

   

• At 8:35 AM,  qroon said…

  I envy those people like you who can write such wonderful lines. Ako, writer/artist wannabe, hanggang paghanga na lang :D

   

• At 8:44 AM,  dezphaire said…

  K: i miss my writer self. she's out there somewhere.
  
  qroon: i envy the wonderful lines i wrote. i came across some old poems yesterday while cleaning my dest. i'm like, DANG shet! ako yan!??
  
  hay.

   

• At 10:36 AM,  dreaming-neko said…

  cheer up, dez! * hugs *
  this post reminded me of a poem:
  
  Forgotten Language
  Shel Silverstein
  
  Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
  Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
  Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
  And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed.
  Once I heard and answered all the questions of crickets'
  And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow,
  Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
  
  How did it go?
  How did it go?

   

• At 11:00 AM,  Abaniko said…

  Awesome writing you've got there. Wow! Maybe, it's an interlude for you. When the muse comes back, you'll be writing with more intensity. Just you wait. :)

   

• At 2:20 PM,  Rey said…

  We sometimes feel within ourselves that the fountain of creativity stopped within. As if the precious liquid of infinite prose and lyrics stopped flowing, blocking the transition from the brain towards the hand.
  
  But it just needs one inspiration to keep it going. A good iol to keep the creative machine going.

   

• At 11:07 AM,  dezphaire said…

  neko: hehe i actually don't know... i think i'd reflect more on Neruda's "Tonight I can write the saddest lines"
  
  homer: Shakespeare in Love perhaps?
  
  Abaniko: thanks. i'll be waiting for the muse :)
  
  Rey Villegas: precisely! there's a big block, i must say.

   

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