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Words of Insignificance


Luc

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I tried to write tonight. I figured my head was full enough to need dumping. But I couldn

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Hey Luc :)

 

I must say if you ever have any doubt as to the quality of your writing,

 

They are magic in the way they fit together. Single letters of no consequence form words of simple hues that combine to form the colors of the images in our minds. There can be such subtlety in a sentence, shades of meaning shifting with the light.

that should dispel it. That was really quite beautiful.

 

my words are all I can give to you

they touch you without touching

they trace the soft line of your cheek

like tendrils of smoke tease the clouds

they slip slowly through your hair

like a breeze blows through the curtains of an open window

they breathe upon your face and dry your tears

as a summer breeze dries the rain

and so was that :)

 

You should never feel like your thoughts and feelings are inconsequential; they aren't.

 

Take care,

Kevin

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We all feel inadequate from time to time, but you shouldn't feel that about your writing. I'm in agreement with Kevin.

 

More importantly, now that's sorted out, how are the kittens?

 

Camy B)

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:hug: sillyness seems to abound around here right now.

 

You have no idea what it is like to be at a loss for words. Perhaps, sometimes, what you write doesn't live up to the standard of what you want to say. That does not diminish it's quality to those for whom you write it.

 

I have 2 favorite quotes that I like to use. The first is "All science is physics or stamp collecting." The second is "In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite." The reason I like the second quote is that it really gives you a view of the mind of a scientist. I say I am not a writer, yet I can write; in fact, I do quite well with technical writing and have been told that I manage to hold the reader's interest, yet I cannot write stories, I cannot create things that say something about my heart. I cannot take what is inside me and wrap it in such a way as to make it a gift to the world; to have the beauty of the packaging equal or surpass the beauty of the content. I am in constant awe of those who can. I see the piece of poetry that you wrote to Mark, and I cannot for the life of me understand how someone can create such a thing. Without the feeling behind it, the words themselves are beautiful. Yet the meaning blows me away.

 

Luc, you are not the packaging, you are much more. You think the packaging is the gift, and it isn't. The packaging is the fun, the real gift is that person inside who not only feels, but wants to share those feelings. You may be at a loss as to what to say, or currently inadequate with the expression, that's fine, learn to deal with it.

 

Don't take away the real gift because you can't afford the wrapping paper right now, just wrap it in a grocery list.

 

smiles and hugs

 

:king: Snow Dog

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*slap* Luc, pull your head out of your ass ... That young man loves you as completely as any human being can love another. All he has ever had of you is your words, all he expects are the words ... your words, and the heart and mind that write them.

 

:king: Snow Dog

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You know Luc... I was gonna write something equivalent to what Snowy said, but he did well and I fully agree with him. You definitely have a gift with words... The thing is, I hope anyway, that you first and foremost, you write for yourself. I know it's not rational to think that we don't all love that feeling we get when someone tells us that they got something out of out story, FELT something, learned something, felt less alone in their own world, even if only for a few minutes... but in the end, you do it for yourself.

 

There is something in this world that everyone is good at... and we all heve deficencies as well, but I can say a few things without a doubt in my mind.

 

1. You're definitely not deficient when it comes to having feelings and a need to get them out, nor are you deficient in the way you choose to do that, and I have loved every word I've read, even moreso, because I know they are truths being shared.

 

2. I can say, without a doubt, that for me, I hope that you will please always be honest with me. I know that sounds simple, but I mean completely honest, no second guessing yourself, or third guessing even, and no holding back for my sake. If you feel it say it, simple as that. I know that for some people, being who you are, dealing with judgements being made or people's opinions of you is overwhelming... but I can say, at least for myself, I like the truth, the reality, to FEEL. I guess, the truth for me, is worth so much, and it may seem weird, but I am really good at reading people and I hear what you say, but I also hear what you don't say...

 

 

Okay so, here is something for you.. some words that I find fitting... a song...

 

I am unwritten,

Can't read my mind

I'm undefined

I'm just beginning

The pen's in my hand

Ending unplanned

 

Staring at the blank page before you

Open up the dirty window

Let the sun illuminate the words

That you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance

So close you can almost taste it

Release your INHIBITIONS

 

Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips

drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten

 

I break tradition

Sometimes my tries

Are outside the lines

We've been conditioned

To not make mistakes

But I can't live that way

 

Staring at the blank page before you

Open up the dirty window

Let the sun illuminate the words

That you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance

So close you can almost taste it

Release your INHIBITIONS

 

Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips

drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins

 

Staring at the blank page before you

Open up the dirty window

Let the sun illuminate the words

That you could not find

 

Reaching for something in the distance

So close you can almost taste it

Release your INHIBITIONS

 

Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips

treat yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins

 

Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips

drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten

The rest is still unwritten

the rest is still unwritten

 

 

No judgements, no opinions, just real feelings and friendship. I want all of Luc, not just the part he thinks I want. Like Snowy, I have a saying too. Here it is... You don't get to decide that for me. Meaning, stop deciding I don't want to know you or how I will feel about you when that happens... it's my choice, my decision... All of you...

Vivian :hug:

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