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Every morning when I go into the studio I record a quick improvisation before I’ve even had a chance to think. It’s a great way of clearing the airways for writing. Students of creative writing call it “The Daily Pages”. It is designed to be created and discarded. The philosophy is that because you lose the fear of it being heard/read/judged you lose your inhibitions and allow for your true creative spirit to flourish. I have many of these - all widdly, indulgent, fun, boring, sad or happy - depending on how I feel that morning. I thought I would post one today for you. I thought about editing it, I even had a go at another take; but the point then is lost. It is supposed to catch me unawares, sans ego. It is supposed to be dropped into the ocean.
It’s all a part of the process.
jx
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Half Mast
I’m all at sea now,
in the vast ocean,
where surely I can find my way home.
How do I get home,
in this ocean alone?
Is it just me?
Or does anybody else find themselves constantly in the position where they can never seal the deal with girls and are always asked “are you two dating.” In which case what do you say? Can’t say yes…that’s a lie. Saying no would make it seem like you’re uninterested which is also a lie. Unfortunately no is the right answer. A bitter and painful no, where you think back to the beginning Everytime someone asks you that one question.
For the First Time (Kimberly)
You called my name.
I turned around,
searching for the call,
lost and confused.
I found you,
following that familiar,yet new voice.
I found you,
yet it was you who captured me,
lost and pathetic.
You sat before me,
a familiar face,
familiar feeling,
but a new beginning.
Familiar,
meeting you,
knowing you,
feeling you,
For the First Time.
