Jim Morrison poem, Untitled

A wake
Shake dreams from your hair

My pretty child, my sweet one

Choose the day, & the sign
of your day,
1st thing you see.

A burnt tree, like a giant
primeval bird, a leaf,
dry & bitter, crackling tales
in its warm waves.
Sidewalk gods will do for you.
The forest of the neighborhood,
The empty lost museum, &
The mesa, & the Mt.'s pregnant
Monument above the newstand
where the children hide
when school ends

Delusion Angel

One of my absolute favourite movies, Before Sunrise, introduced me to one of my favourite poems, 'Delusion Angel'.
The poem 'Delusion Angel' by the poet David Jewell was actually written for Before Sunrise. In one of the film's scenes, the two main character, Jesse and Celine, come across a bum while wandering the streets of Vienna. Instead of typical begging, he asks them to give him a word and he will write a poem containing that word. And if they like the poem, they can buy it from him. Celine gives him the word 'milkshake' and this is the poem he "writes":

Daydream delusion,
Limousine eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wine glass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet cakes and milkshakes
I'm a delusion angel,
I'm a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
You have no idea where we’re going
Lodged in life, like branches in the river
Flowing downstream,
Caught in the current
I'll carry you, you'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me?
Don't you know me by now?




{I thought I'd post the video with the shortened version of this scene, but if you want to watch the scene in its entirety, you can here.}

I've always loved that part. Whether or not the poet wrote that poem right then, it's still such a beautiful idea. I mean, if you have to beg you might as well put your creative juices to work!

{P.S. - I wrote a story for one the writing prompts! You can read it if you click the link on the right side of the page entitled "Prompt Responses."}

le soleil embrassait les nuages ​​avec tristesse et lui souffle sa journée

Happy Summer!

I'm now on summer break and have been struck with sudden inspiration! I believe we can do more with this blog! I have changed the background to a more appropriate writing theme... The prompts and responses seem to be...  well, I haven't been writing on them. If anyone has, please post what you've come up with.

If anyone has any ideas or suggestions on some new things we could do here, please comment!

I hope you all are well and may we all be blessed with inspiration and freed from the curses of writer's block!
xxx
Ever

anyone lived in a pretty how town

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did


Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain


children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more


when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her


someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream


stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)


one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was


all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.


Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

They are sick

sick

sickly sweet

white teeth and laces every edge

increased and faded.

Glossy goddesses,
hair a cascade
outstretched arms
in gauzy facade.

Light pouring on them:

Thin

red-lipped

inhaling

kissing

dancing

suspending

in stilled frame.

"Aren't I

aren't I glamorous

in my collared boned shame?

Don't you wish you were me,

with sunken, mocking face?

I am the picture of perfecteion

my eye-lights never fade

I am guiltless temptations

but beauty knows no pain."

anonymous singer

{This is a poem inspired by something that happened this evening as my brothers and I were walking our neighbour's dog.}

as we walked the neighbour's dog
a song breathed through
the darkness

faint at first
like a figment of our imagination
but then stronger
unable to be ignored

some boy
some anonymous boy
in an anonymous room
poured his soul into the night
to the beat of his
own drum

did he suspect he would have an audience
of three people
and one apathetic dog?

had i been alone
i would have stayed to listen
to his pulsing rawness

but reality pulled at the leash;
i moved on with my
unsentimental brothers

but something in me wished
i could've stayed or
even followed the sound

something in me wished
life could be like
a book or movie
so i could have stayed,
joined his anonymity
to make music with him

(don't we all want to be
anonymous, alive?)