The words roll out of my pen
The notes off my fingertips
The pictures from inside my mind
As I feel my mind slowly slip
From a state of wasted pain
Into a world where pain is a source of genius
Where tears are nothing more than midsummer rain
And there's no one else to cloud my mind but us
My creativity and I
In a world of our own design
Of me, myself, and I
A place that's all mine
But what is the price we pay
For a moment of blissful dreams?
Temporary insanity is what they say
Temporary sanity is what it seems
A sweet moment where you can't quite think or speak
When everything seems so alive and there are no limits
Who knows how long this creative genius will last, a week?
A month? A day? At best, a few brief minutes?
What is the price we pay for creativity?
Temporary insanity.
Author notes
This is a rough draft and it's not quite finished. I wrote it completely on a whim when my sister was playing something on the piano. It just had this sudden urge to write and this is what popped out of the pen. I kinda like it. I hope you do too.
Please tell me what you think
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Well...you already know what specific changes I want you to make. But I really do like this piece. It made more sense typed. ^_^ I love the theme and I LOVE 'Temporary insanity is what they say
Temporary sanity is what it seems' because I was expecting it to say that it wasn't what it seemed. The reversal of the cliche was eye catching, creative. A little editing and it will be beautiful. I still don't think it should rhyme, and I hate the listing of times (week, month, moment). Good background pick, too. Overall, a splendid write. I applaud you.
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bravo
we only need to look to our past and we will see what at the time was considered insane is now known to be pure genius, so I say let the world be filled with insanity
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