Laugh a little
It’s all it takes
To wake the happiness
Sleeping in your soul
Cry a little
To spill a few tears
And make some room
For sweeter thoughts
Love a little
To open the door
And show the world
Your beautiful heart
Laugh a little
It’s all it takes
To wake the happiness
Sleeping in your soul
Cry a little
To spill a few tears
And make some room
For sweeter thoughts
Love a little
To open the door
And show the world
Your beautiful heart
Why does writing sometimes depend on one’s mood?
I’d surely like to write everyday
but I’m not a happy everyday person.
And even on those gloomy days
that might inspire soul-reaching verses,
the passion flits away
like a moth who lost sight
of the light.
Is there a trick or a shortcut?
I’d love to fill my pages
every time my hands begin itching
to reach for the pen.
There must be a wellspring somewhere
for writers like me –
to draw out some want,
some motivation
to dirty a blank slate.
I have the heart of a writer,
but my hands are too attached
to my brain.
I need a machine to feed me
the words I need to create
the pages I want to read.
big step
big
bigger
front kick high block
good
ready
nine
ten
eleven
left hand top shoulder
go
understand?!
– yes sir!
faster
bigger
stronger
louder
understand?!
– yes sir!!
step back
front leg
right hand
twist open hip
hiyaaa!!!
– hiyaaaaa!!!!
understand?!
– yes SIR!!!!!
Again! AGAIN!!!
…sweat…sweat…sweat…
good job
high ten
…smiles…