Hmmm, what inspires me? The smallest things. It's strange how an insignificant little thing can make so much sense and make you think of so many 'bigger' things.. things that matter. All I need, sometimes, is a word, or a thought, or an action - then I surround it with lines and it eventually becomes a poem/writing. Sometimes it's just thoughts or snatches of poetry/songs I've heard. Other times, I find it where I least expect it.

lol, inspiration is a strange thing. I think Harv said it best:

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Inspiration is everywhere. Anywhere. It's annoying, and pleasing at the same time.

Maybe it's not words, maybe it's just life.= )

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Yup. As long as it's there somewhere.. I hate being uninspired. :ugh:


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Stella Splendens
December 22, 1985-March 27, 2003
Rest In Peace
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..lost time is gone forever

What inspires me to write

Some things I tried to jot down..
God and My faith in Him, Neophyte,
rain, challenges (especially missing lettered one's rock), boredom, new concepts, voices at the back of my head, envy, other people, miracles, someone being unfair to someone else.

Mostly its either boredom or envy, I am a very competitive person who gets jealous faster than the speed of light.

~ Beware, oh reader! for the below mentioned suffers from a severe case of the foot-in-the-mouth disease! ~

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i write because i have something in me that needs to get out, and writing is how that happens. usually i can only write about what im feeling, because thats the only thing i can describe well enough. im inspired by everything...just cant write it all out in words. but what i do write is usually sad or depressing because thats what i feel most times. so i guess im inspired by sadness and anger...


To dream anything that you want to dream. That's the beauty of the human mind. To do anything that you want to do. That is the strength of the human will. To trust yourself to test your limits. That is the courage to succeed. -Bernard Edmonds

Pain, depression, Lonliness

I write the best when I'm distraut, hurt, or depressed. Paradoxically, what I write when I'm in those moods can end up being a happy (for lack of better word) poem.

My inspiration is triggered by the great social turmoils of our time. I live in a quite prejudiced area, and I feel that I need to end these turmoils here, as well as worldwide.

I guess "inspiration" is an odd word, because when I write, it's some overwhelming urge that overtakes me and throws me into a semi-trance that cannot be subdued until the writing is done. But my main purpose for this writing is to end these turmoils.

Many things inspire me to write. I carry a notebook in my purse and I also carry two notebooks in my car. I'm never far from pen and paper, should some sudden impulse catch me unawares or, some interesting conversation.

I am also moved by mood and circumstance to write when writing of more emotional, perhaps personal matters which have either directly or indirectly affected me.

My professional writing, however, is much more organized and less hap-hazard.

In essence I am ruled by my emotions and deep thought and contemplation.

Man does not speak because he thinks; he thinks because he speaks. Or rather, speaking is no different than thinking: to speak is to think. Octavio Paz 1914-, Mexican Poet, Essayist

~~~~Littera scripta manet~~~ the written word remains. (the saying continues; The weak word perishes)

my son
my wife
the darkness
the light
life
the seasons
the rain
the joy
the pain
and then again
my own pain
the sun
the moon
my favorite tune
walks in the park
things in my heart
the flowers
the birds
the bees
things I have heard
also inspire me
I am pretty sure
that there is more
but I will keep it brief
but passion and grief
and my own beliefs
are some of the other things
that inspire this fire
in me

Rico
Gaven Gabrelle/ Julian Alexander
May 11. 2003- June 3, 2003


Raw, gutsy, and in-your-face. are words that have been used. To me they describe exactly what Rico is all about.
Don't ever change………comments from Songbird in the poem “ Walking Through Hell”


Rico-style

Unmatched - unsurpassed......Rhon831 from the poem My Fruit

I have to agree with Mercury Smile,

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Generally strong pain-related emotions, something that makes me hurt-a death, rough times at school, trouble with parents, seeing others suffer (this one especially). Surprisingly you don't see a lot of that really reflected in my writing. For two reasons. First of all, I personally can't stand reading someone's work that is all about some petty grievance that will pass (ie broke up with girlfriend/boyfriend), and would rather not subject others to it as well.

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Sometimes it would be the rain, or a cloudy day that would inspire me. But mostly I wrote as an outlet for pain and normal teenage drama issues. I'd write nice happy children's stories, but there'd be a sarcastic comment or such somewhere that reflected why I was writing. I have a wonderful world I loved to ecape to.

I wrote a lot during high school and a little at the start of college, but then! I found happiness and love and wamb! I no longer could write. The stuff I write out of anger (mostly due to my mother-in-law) well, it's just plain not fit for eyes to see. I can't write happy lovely sappy crap, it's just not in me. I tried. But well, that was just plain scary.

I miss writing though.

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"If the track is tough and the hill is rough, / THINKING you can just ain't enough!" Shel Silverstein, "The Little Blue Engine"

"There may be something in what you say, Rabbit," Eeyore said at last. "I have been neglecting you. I must move about more. I must come and go."
"That's right, Eeyore. Drop in on any of us at anytime, when you feel like it."
"Thank you Rabbit. And if anyone says in a loud voice "Bother, it's Eeyore" I can drop out again."

Bibliophile, you remind me of someone.

There's this guy in one of my classes, one that's designed to get us juniors going on our senior theses (Deity knows I need the help). When asked what his thesis would be about, the man in question replied, "America has alot of problems, and I'm going to solve them." If only it were that easy. And if only that were a viable topic for a thesis. Fie on academia, that it squelches the ambitions of well-intentioned, non-conforming visionaries!

Anyway, you remind me of him.

As for me, I'm generally inspired by the sheer desire to write. When I encounter such a mood, I harness whatever emotion I can ring out of my soul's limp rag, and then put it down to paper for the sole purpose of writing something. This is why I shall never be a poet. Ah well. Academia always has room for ho-hums like me.

I'm not going to solve America's problems. I'm not concerned with America; I'm concerned with people. And I hope to believe that I am not a part of America; I am beyond civilization and my goal is to help others (who wish to be there) get there, too.)

Sorry, off topic, but I wanted to just add my three cents worth .

I didn't intend to extend the comparison any further than the unabashed idealism.

Since when did it become three cents? Inflation because of the deficit??

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Since when did it become three cents? Inflation because of the deficit??

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Because I never shut up; so it's three cents for me, as I am so full of words (sense the play on words here ) and proverbial cents.

Inspiration for me comes from books, probably a word or a sentence in the middle of the night around 2.30-3.00. It could be the environs and the ambience of the place visited during the day and the most important ingredient nice lovely refreshing girls/ladies/ or very young girls in their school uniform interacting with their friends or just sitting lonely enjoying a sunny day/ waiting for their loved ones/boy friends/or their buddies for a ride home/ to a movie/mall etc.

Also a lot of inspiration from reading posts on QL.

Just wanted to ask a question, (if I may digress a bit) If it's ever happened to anyone of QuoteLanders that you've rattled off the most perfect prose/poetry/quote in your mind but it never turned out the way you wanted it while penning it down/writing a post cause being unable to remember the exact lines, even though knowing the essence of that poetry/prose/quote..??!!??

Also getting an irritating sense of frustration ( sometimes scream-> ) that what you rolled out in paper/written on a post, is somehow just not good enough of what you rolled out in your mind.
(Cant get hold of those exact words that just flew by out of your mind)

Cevi

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There Is No Real Pleasure Without Hard Work & Pain
And Dont Be Afraid To Take Risks,
For You Are The Spirit, That's Eternal
And Can Never Be Hurt

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mainly, feelings and emotions inspire me to write. the other day i got in a huge fight with my mom and i had to run to my paper and pencil and right a couple of poems. my moods inspire me.

up the stairs to the station where the act becomes the art of growing up.
the fever the focus the reasons that i had to beleive you weren't too hard to sell, die young and save yourself!

Stress. Yep, it seems my muse likes to appear when I have the most work to do. This is new for me, but at least I'm writing. I guess that means sometime Saturday/Sunday I'll finish the second part of the part of our collab.

We are students of words; we are shut up in schools, and colleges, and recitation rooms, for ten or fifteen years, and come out at last with a bag of wind, a memory of words, and do not know a thing-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

"And if anyone says in a loud voice "Bother, it's Eeyore" I can drop out again."

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that you've rattled off the most perfect prose/poetry/quote in your mind but it never turned out the way you wanted it while penning it down/writing a post cause being unable to remember the exact lines, even though knowing the essence of that poetry/prose/quote..??!!??

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GUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That is the worst feeling.

I had this beautiful peice of prose, an article/story for a magazine actually, and it was all played out sooooo beautifully in my head, and I kept thinking "Man I should write this down before I forget, because I won't be able to put it all down until at least Wenesday." And then I figured I'd remember so I didn't, and on Wenesday I sit down with a pen in my hand, start off, write for half an hour, read it over, and it sounds like crap and nothing like what was part of the prose....oooh I'm so mad I didn't scribble it out before...

Hi Mercury

The terrible part is getting a damn good/awesome inspiration 3.00-3.30 in the morning, interrupting your beautiful dream you've ever had, and opening your eyes grabbing paper nd pencil and penning it down as fast as you can.

Ok inspiration is on paper, you get up really late that day..miss an important schedule/date and on top of that a colleague/friend shares a similar poem/prose/quote that you'ld written in wee hours of the morning and you get to hear of its popularity thru a third/indirect source and the person who wrote it happens to be a very good friend/relative/buddy/family member of yours... and you never hear the end of that piece!!! (What do you do??!!!???

or saying to yourself...let the inspiration in your head roll, let me enjoy the dream and be at peace...

Then thru out the day you are nice nd cheerful until you come online go thru some of the posts and one of them you open just by chance and lo behold your inspirational idea is on the screen by someone else..Worse if it happens to be someone you'ld probably want to show it to/share it with...(ooops! someone stole someones thunder )

This situation happens more often than one realizes... (Tricky Tight Spot Lurking In The Corner)

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that you've rattled off the most perfect prose/poetry/quote in your mind but it never turned out the way you wanted it while penning it down/writing a post cause being unable to remember the exact lines, even though knowing the essence of that poetry/prose/quote..??!!??

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GUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That is the worst feeling.

I had this beautiful peice of prose, an article/story for a magazine actually, and it was all played out sooooo beautifully in my head, and I kept thinking "Man I should write this down before I forget, because I won't be able to put it all down until at least Wenesday." And then I figured I'd remember so I didn't, and on Wenesday I sit down with a pen in my hand, start off, write for half an hour, read it over, and it sounds like crap and nothing like what was part of the prose....oooh I'm so mad I didn't scribble it out before...

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Dont Be Afraid To Take Risks,
For You Are The Spirit, That's Eternal
And Can Never Be Hurt

i tend to write about people and events in my own life (while changing names so as not to offend anyone) so im inspired by the lives of myself and my friends/aquaintences.

What is it that inspires me to write? The answer is pleasure or the pure pleasure of expression. I enjoy writing as a passive form of recreation when I am not able to engage myself in an active form of recreation. When writing becomes toilsome then that is when I cease and desist. The same goes for fishing or hunting or riding or anything else that I might enjoy. It is like one of the principles of economics known as the point maximum satiety which basically states that when you get your fill of something then it is pointless to persist with that activity. At the present I am not writing any poetry because I have become exhausted with it, at least temporarily. I like to write about what makes me feel good or something that interest me. Writing is like pitching horseshoes or shooting a bow or making a cast with a rod & reel. An accurate cast is like a word well spoken. If the pen is mightier than the sword then what could be sharper than the written word? -->>>------->

when i feel that words i say can't express my feelings and something still left inside i take a peace of paper and write everything bothering me that moment and it usually helps