evil_twin_1975
Who has inspired you the most to follow your dreams or whose work has given you that extra push?
My inspiration has come from everything around me. I have never had anyone encourage what I do. My own mother threw away most of my work when I left. But, looking at some of the artists who have made it, I am pushed to make my own path. Which is why I am printing my own book of poems and selling it myself until I sell enough to approach a publisher. I don't view it as selling out but as getting my voice heard amoung millions.
My favorite author has to be Edgar Allen Poe even with him marrying his cousin! There are so many songwriters I love I can't do them justice by just mentioning them by name.
I'm like, yikes, being a mod is a big responsibility. Why? I ended up clicking the edit button instead of the quote button the first time I hope I didn't do anything to your first post eviltwin lol. Anyway I cut and paste here's what I typed after it.
I had a fantasy life in high school about a classmate, and she wrote a poem and read it one day. It was just silly to her but I devoted my life to learning to impress her since, though it's changed from impressing her to impressing the world she and I and all of us live in, to inspire us all to make so much more of ourselves and make the world so much better of a place than it is (or as I saw it was, I was very pessimistic) and that led to my real strong driving force for positive stuff.
Here's one of my Edgar Allen Poe inspired poems....
Suddenly A Fearsome Crow
Suddenly a fearsome crow
interfered with the silence of the winter morning
and vacated my city with its stare
to warn me.
I, the search for
motivating self
theology more than legend,
myself in void of any higher truth.
"Caw," the crow spoke my new destiny.
I remember the day it first came--
Now, gone, I see the stare, intent spy,
in whose always-present comfort--
this the reason I can sleep.
Suddenly a fearsome crow
took away the freedom
that everything was all right,
without advanced age impeding my vision.
Suddenly all the world
crashed in on me
the fact that the crow stayed
intruding, an observer from nature
in my world.
Is there proof any more
dust and air,
versus the care
that there isn't justice fair?
Is there mysticism there?
It wasn't a matter of conscience--
that always would lead
to a place of rest,
and what rest would be found
in religious fervor?
I couldn't let go of the need--
for morality,
and a true God seemed to watch
through the eyes of the crow,
everything that was in me,
help potent behind it.
Divine denouncement
of a thousand evil-doings in my ways
it told of how I'd wronged the ones I loved.
As I questioned its rule,
I thought, let my fearsome crow
oversee that which I can't control--
I let go of what I couldn't change,
peace and joy return.
With the crow's powerful lock of minds,
I came to understand
the reason the crow was there.
without the watchful black eyes,
still glittering beady reflecting gray clouds,
it would be a place all to poor and void
siphoned dry and dull life.
Suddenly a fearsome crow
was all it took to dispel my dreams
of a paradise doing everything for myself--
for when I worked randomly towards my whims,
then the grounds beneath me took flight.
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