Diary Of Choreography

Diary Of Choreography

Diary Of Choreography

Diary Of Choreography

My creative minds an ADVENTURE - It's a mere CIRCUS, a walking contradiction (ambiguous) I'm full of lyrical inspiration. (and) Desperately seeking a creative muse, never an Open Book difficult to peruse. I am a violent collision of spirituality, a written Picasso, a WARHOL. Unconventional in rhythm, unpredictable in rhyme, weaver of artistic words and choreography. (A dreamer) Intent on finding myself in my own precious time, furthermore I'm a creative ARTIST, a seeker. (A caricature) That scarcely hears creativity's shallow creeks. I uniquely represent the unknown quantity. The CHAOS factor, chemical x, I am a MAN “Ballerina" - A spiritual gangster, over time I have composed this DEAR life of mine. (and) Journeyed through the world almost like a painter painstakingly creating my unique vision, through my creative imagination, I am passionately a spiritual SOUL. Therefore, I must create to feel content. (and) My canvas sincerely represents my eternal life and no one shall ever take it away and wash away the rare colors. The PAINT held within my creative imagination shall always run down to the surface and form pools around my feet, absorbing me in the remnants of my creative masterpieces. My brushes shall never be broken snapped and frayed, no longer able to trace the lines and fill the spaces, of my SOUL. I will never allow the colors of my artistic abilities drain away or let my canvas return to white my CANVAS, shall eternally be. A reflection of what I’ve become. I am a strain of inspiration. I will always fight to create and evoked creativity, here before my canvas, my DIARY is my sacred sanctuary. Here I am secure and where I can let out all the thoughts weighing my imaginative mind down, here I can CRY passionately. Laugh, reminisce fondly. YELL, break down and be STRONG, here there is legitimately no one except myself and the blank stage and my mighty PEN. Enclosed in my own world. Here I have no worries. Only release, security and comfort with the affectionate familiarity of the worn binding, the jagged edges, the SACRED pages already filled with ink. MY Private diary is my sacred place to go to tell the truth. I can count on it being right where I tactfully left it waiting attentively for only me. My diary is my silent listener, an inviting escape. (for) I am genuinely the suffering in silence type, but everything changes when I am CREATING. It’s as if the moment I gently open my DIARY my novel surroundings miraculously disappear. There is nothing but myself, my poised pen, my diary and my everlasting life STORIES. I have taken refuge in writing. It has become my way of figuring out the puzzles in my mind. The sacred words and memorable stories in my diary are my most prized possessions, devoted chapters of my DEAR life that I never want to forget. AND “It’s not a linear biography" because it can't be. It's been written in the unique way IT can only be TOLD.

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