While normal people find inspiration in the shower, I find mine on the toilet. I’ve been lacking a great deal of inspiration lately, particularly for poetry and music. The more I ponder, the more I think Benefibre is to blame. Bulk is a good thing when you can get everything out with a single dump, but when it compromises my time singing on the loo…
Do you ever find it funny how our passions come to life?
I didn’t start writing until several years ago when I was inspired to write my first poem, ‘Elevator Girl’. It all started when I was looking for a new pair of glasses at the mall. As I parked my giant mechanical ass inside, she said,
“Your driving is perfect.”
OH MY GOD, SHE THINKS I’M PERFECT!!! WHAT DO I DO?! WHAT DO I DO?! Mind: And you’re quite perfect yourself (wink-wink).
Me: “Yup!”
That’s all I could say was “Yup!”
YUP!!!
She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I always thought poetry was stupid, but I
had to write a poem because apparently, girls make me do crazy things!
As the elevator door opened
I glanced at a bit of heaven
With skin as pure as milk
And a voice that blew my mind
Looking at the floor and speechless
As my breath was taken away
Blown away by her beauty
I had nothing more to say
Goodbye to the girl
The elevator girl
Shut up, haha.
I often wonder why depression leads to inspiration. As my mind wanders in darkness when I lie alone in bed, I look to the window facing a brick wall. I wonder if she's really waiting for me.
I also wonder if I’d really want to exist without sorrow. If nonexistent, does it hinder us from accomplishment and redemption? How do we redeem ourselves if we never face our darkest hours? Is there more to life than redemption? Can we redeem ourselves from redemption?
Romance fascinates me, for love only exists without limitations. With redemption, you become a better person through experiences. It requires certain situations. However with love, it’s a continuous process of learning. The more you open yourself, the more you understand that life is worth living because of it.
In love, you find all of life’s lessons and when it comes to poetry, I continue to write romance. I can’t seem to find inspiration for anything else. I associate it with sorrow because heart cries are beautiful and the thought of my last breath in a final kiss is nothing short of bittersweet…
But with every passion comes a beginning. As much of a romantic sentiment as it is to have the elevator girl as mine, here is a clip of my first ABCs:
Reader, where do you usually find your blogging inspiration? What kind of mindset do you have when you write? When did you first start writing?