"Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike, they've all gone to look for America."
Damn! What I wouldn't give to be able to write. Not like this crap. Prose is not the problem, I'm good at it, I think. I have absolutley no problem in putting my thoughts down in an organized fashion. No, when I say write I mean poetry, more specifically, music. Go and listen to the Beatles album of your choise, Abbey Road, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band, Let it Be... whatever. John Lennon and Paul McCartney did more drugs than any ten people ever should, and they still somehow managed to write some of the best lyrics ever. To my mind, that just isn't fair. Not that life is.... but, you know... And drugs aren't necessisarly the answer. Try reading the lyrics to America or Sounds of Silence by Paul Simon. I could never be that subtle, implicit and beautiful about something so meaningful.
I guess that I'm too explicit, because it frightens me that I might spill my emotions and someone could glance over without seeing it. That and I dislike trivialzing my thoughts by putting them into cliches. If I could spin an elabrote metaphor or conjure an original similie for my feelings, that would be one thing, but saying that I feel like every rose has it's thorn straight up lables me as shallow and uncreative; two things that I am afraid to be. What would really enrapture is to be able to write a song or even a line in song, and have people who hear it say, "YES! That's how I feel, I just was never able to say it that way." There are way to many lines that I could feel that way about.

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