Beauty & Meaning

Write the first line , it will not be perfect, Write another, it may be boring,. Write the third line, it may have no rhythm,  Write the fourth, then many more, Go with the flow, then wrap it up, This is how you start writing.  ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Write from your heart, from deep down unleash your genuis. Write from your head, coin and weave words into sweet and meaningful stories. Write what you see, let your sight, power your ink. Write for others, let their stories fuel your passion. Write in any story, give it a touch of your magic. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The burden to write,  An obligation of the called, Non-intiatiates won't understand, The longing, and yearning of the creative soul, Sometimes you're in the zone, where it comes easy l, Most times it's dry like a desert, But the yearning persist, even when you're perplexed, The burden to write, a ache without cure. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Unedited lines, straight from the heart, In its natural form,  unfiltered  and untethered, Raw and rough , each words hits hard, It flows freely,  unique in its form, Unedited lines, an endangered art. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com

The mural is blank, just like the mind, The thoughts aren't flowing, even when it's forced out, Day and night, screen or paper, keyboard and pen, Nothing seems to be working, it is all numb, Even after a long walk, I still feel blocked. © Toobrightanthony  📸©️@@pexels.com.

I left for a little while,  To test if all these wasn't a sham, Or it's just thing, I do in off time, Like bidding my time, or for fun or pride, I really want to know, why I do this each time, First I was relieved, the burden is off me, Then the pangs came in, troubling me deep within,  It crosses my mind, every then and now, My readers reached out, to know if I am fine, I get to understand, it's more what I write.  ✍@ Toobrightanthony 📸@ pexels.