Writing Starter #27

When I was younger my cousin and I used to always hang out.  We were the best of friends, and I'll never forget him.  We're still friends, but a little further apart since he left for college.  I know that we'll always be friend though, because we're family!  Not much else to say on the subject.  Word.

Writing Starter #26

Mrs. Summers was a bummer
She was real mean.
She had a dog, its name was Trog
Its tail was red and green.

Song Lyric Brainstorm

Original Titles:

1.)  "Arriving Somewhere But Not Here"
2.)  "Heart-attack in a Layby"
3.)  "Way Out of Here"
4.)  "Fear Of A Blank Planet"
5.)  "Green Finch and Linnet Bird"

New Titles:

1.)  Green Bird Planet
2.)  Fear of Somewhere
3.)  Out Finch
4.)  Heart-attack Linnet Here
5.)  A Layby Somewhere

4.)  This song is about a person who travels to a faraway land to find themselves and get a new start.  The person in the song is afraid of what they will find, and what they are leaving behind.  The song is taking place in the present.  The faraway land is not a specific place, the song mostly takes place in the main character's mind.  The action of this song is happening because of the main character's doubts and fears that he must come to grips with.  The person's past life had disappointments and losses and falling outs with family members, and this made them want to leave that life behind forever and start new somewhere.

5.)  Doubt, Expansive, Unknown, Adventure, Risk

6.)  Fun, Friendship, Safety, House, Routine

Writing Starter #25

"Lazarus" by Porcupine Tree

Original Lyrics:  

As the cheerless towns pass my window
I can see a washed out moon through the fog
And then a voice inside my head, breaks the analogue
And says

Follow me down to the valley below You know
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul

New Lyrics:

As my cheerless thoughts pass your way
I don't see the washed white moon in the sky
And when a thought inside your head, creates the question
And you

Follow her down into valleys wide.  You see
Moonlight that's bleeding, you're out in your place.  

Writing Starter #24

If I had to listen to only one song for the rest of my life, I would choose Rachmaninoff's 2nd Symphony.  It is currently my favorite symphony, and I feel like I would never stop appreciating its beauty.  The third movement is perfection, if you don't have time to listen to the whole thing, at least listen to that.  The symphony is such an amazingly cohesive work that starts in a dark place, and ends in a beautiful one.  It is quite a journey.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SvuitFzDxDg&feature=kp

Poem #11

I listened to the wind
It told me many things
I felt its power grow
And fill myself with thought
And add to what I know.

I listened to the wind
I felt it in my mind
I did not close my eyes
For fear of losing grasp
On what I felt inside.

I listened to the wind
I never had before
Its voice was not my own
It sounded of my past
A deep resounding moan.

I listened to the wind
For any sign of life
For any graceful word
Or any piece of earth
Remember what I heard.

Poem #10

The thinker looked up, and he set down his pen.
His work here was done, and he solved every one.
His last words had read:  Who will defend?

The pad was his mind, within it, his friend.
He let himself go, chased down by the gun.
The thinker looked up, and he set down his pen.

He knew who to trust, when it came to the end.
When they pulled out the triggers, he knew he would run.
His last words had read:  Who will defend?

Every last thought, they had said was a trend.
His eyes would glance up, and one look would stun.
The thinker looked up, and he set down his pen.

He licked all the letters, the ones he would send.
He winced at the sky, unfazed by the sun.
His last words had read:  Who will defend?

All of his thoughts, he knew would upend,
The acts of those who relied on his son.
The thinker look up, and he set down his pen.
His last words had read:  Who will defend?

Poem #09

(a) Slip (b) Sleep (c) Head (d) Light (e) Freeze (f) Death.

Running down to the water, I slip.
Running back to my bed, I sleep.
When I slipped I fell down and hit my head.
When I closed my eyes they emptied the light.
I slept on the ground outside and began to freeze.
I slept on my bed in the wake of my death.

I woke to surprise when I didn't find my death.
I thought it was all over after the slip,
and the time I had spent outside beginning to freeze.
I realized that it wasn't my turn to sleep.
I realized that it wasn't my turn to greet the light.
After I slipped and fell and hit my head.

It happened in the morning, the rock dug into my head.
Anyone who saw it would have known it was death.
Anyone who saw it would have thought the light
was coming to greet my after the slip.
I drifted back to my bed in my mind to sleep.
I drifted down to the water to freeze.

My body grew rigid and began to freeze.
The ice grew over me from my toes to my head.
In my mind I was simply in my bed ready to sleep.
And when I woke I was ready to accept death.
All of my thoughts were beginning to slip.
I crawled to the switch and turned on the light.

I flicked the switch, and on came the light.
I looked out the window and saw that the water had begun to freeze.
I wondered, is that what caused me to slip?
How had I fallen, and hit my head?
What would be the cause of my death?
What would begin my descent into eternal sleep?

The next night I began to try and sleep.
I couldn't close my eyes until I turned out the light.
I couldn't empty my mind of that experience, near death.
And then the thought hit me, and I began to freeze.
Was that what I hit?  My head?
Is that what I did?  Slip?

The fall didn't cause my death, the water didn't freeze.
I did not sleep, I kept on the light.
I didn't hit my head, I didn't slip.

Writing Starter #23

It's been awhile
Old friend.
I'm still the same,
In your mind.
You're still the same,
In my mind.
Who has really changed
The most?

Writing Starter #22

The flapping of the smock
Wrapping colors in nonsensical grandeur
Always quick to defenestrate.

Your brush out of the window
in anger
endlessly.

Poem #08

I'm sorry I led you
down to the water's edge
to the solid cracking of
icy frost slipping beneath
our boots.

It bounced and rolled on
as we set our gloves and hats
in rows across parallel
on two sides and prepared
to face off.

Flat-footed without blade nor
stick, a peculiar choice
of course.  But for us it
was something new to break up
the days of sameness.

Until face connected with
solid water, the metal wiring
of you protruding through
red flesh as the blood began
to drip down.

Pooling, liquid on solid,
you would end up breaking
the father's art in your hurry
but nobody minded of course.
The only downside was what you missed.

Writing Starter #21

Double-took, as a shadowy glance
quickly passes by.
Should I have stopped, maybe
in retrospect, I should have heard the glass shatter
as the gun went off
and ended that encounter but I missed it
and continued to drive.

Writing Starter #20

Washing forth with specks of brown retreating downwards,
the icy coolness meets old memories of
sledding once and crashing twice
once in body once in mind.
That memory never again to meet the eyes as melts away
your pain of joy.

Poem #07

Shakespearean Sonnet

I wake within the night and leap to feet.

I run to grasp the pen and pad, downstairs.

The bench will creak and groan and come to meet,

My legs and feet extend to end despairs.  

The hesitating sounding of the keys.

The emulating motion of the waves.

The scratch of pen on pad creates the breeze,

Of sound and waves that meet the air and graves.

The soft resounding power of the note.

Creation of a new sporadic sound.

They spread and ripple in an even coat,

And give their love and joy to all around.

Returning now to bed and cover both.

The night of morrow sure to follow oath.  

Writing Starter #19

He was obsessed with the art enterprise,

But he'd never seen it.

The DaVinci painting met his eyes,

His gaze was what gleaned it.

His daring deeds were the acts of thieves,

The hotel lobby, seemed fit.  

One less decoration there.

The thief just said, who needs it?

Poem #06

"Anxious"

My whole life she,
Blames it on the anxiety
Like she knows exactly
What's in my head.
It's always,
I know what's best
I went through it
We're the same
We're not the same though
I know this.  At least I think I do.

I denied it,
Denied help,
Still do,
I'm better now.
Created divide, dug out, there to stay
Maybe.
But it's not so bad, I picture her as she is when she's happy, not mad about the invisible problem
that has made itself visible so often
But I deny it.
It's not there.

Found ways to cope
without the help of those who can find me ways to cope.
I know what's best
She's given up telling me I don't.
Once I knew my own flaws
I could work on trying to fix them.
Once I knew my own flaws
I could work on how to hide them.
Underneath.
You wouldn't even know they were there at all.

Poem #05

The thoughts of Justin King.

I thought this was stainless steel, it's bullshit.

I just at least want to get this writing starter done.

I only use this for the bottle opener.


I thought this was stainless steel, it's bullshit.

Dude, I'm not giving up shit.  I'm not!

I only use this for the bottle opener.  

I mix paint.  What the?!


Dude, I'm not giving up shit.  I'm not!

Do we all get to do this?

I mix paint.  What the?!

Don't mess with me.


Do we all get to do this?

I at least want to get this writing starter done.

Don't mess with me.

The thoughts of Justin King.

Writing Starter #18

"Tyler Woods"

Tyler Woods, despite contrary belief
Is not a golfer, in fact.
He sings songs, mostly R&B
The music he wrote wasn't wack.

He's produced with Pete Rock
And Statik Selektah
and also The LOX
He deserves respect-ah

Writing Starter #17

1.)  Rock

2.)  It's important because it builds mountains.  It's been around forever.

3.)

Rock, you're solid.

You're covered in moss.

Why don't you break?

Rock, you smell bad.

You think you're in charge.

I wish you were fake.

Poem #04

j a man riding a segway, doesn't know where he's headed.

A man bends down, head to the ground, hands to the knees, it's a plea.

m rolling rills, overcome the obstacles, two wheels not enough.

E overlooking cubicles, what needs to be escaped from, birds eye view.

S snake is in the way, overcome your fears.  

Writing Starter #16

Sharky:

shining fins,

shockingly grey scales.

Cuts a path through water.

Hides behind seaweed.

Still visible.

Cell.