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Creation

Creation is beautiful;

To see something being created is beautiful.

Seeing an idea take flight.

 

When a poet grabs a pen, and speaks in words of ink

and lets her mind open and flow in a rhythm of expression

She detaches a section of her soul

     and lays it on a piece of parchment

     with the hopes that somebody else can pick it up

     and attach it with their souls, instead.

 

When a songwriter forms lyrics to let an audience ingest the world through his eyes

and he pairs up with a musician, tapping away keys at the piano

that would send chills down the spine of the most heartless human,,

and the two form stories of sound and lyrics

that ripple through crowds like the detonation

     over the sky of Hiroshima.

 

When the lonely author writes his sad stories,

Filled with the triumphs he wishes he owned,

he feels the need to fill the paper with more,

because he is in love with creating.

He wants to do more. He wants to be more.

He always feels his actions will never fill the space it should,

     and a vacuum will encompass all of his papers,

     and even his heart,

     so he can never fill either of them as desperately as he wants

but he creates with the hope that somebody can relate.

 

Even when a boy and a girl hold hands,

or when they hold each other, together, in attraction

     with the pains of the world numbed by the drug of the heart,

     crossing their fingers that they will always get a refill of their prescriptions,

And their silence says more than any words could.

One smiles, and the second can't resist,

     and the creation here is love,

the best,

           and frailest,

creation of all.

 

As for me: I see creation as a challenge as well.

To push yourself to be something else and make something else.

To inspire, to encourage,

to be beautiful, even if nobody is facing you.

To know that when you die, death won't take you entirely,

     with the words on paper,

     paintings on the wall,

     or kisses that you gave,

you will continue to exist. You can never fully die.

Creation is the key to immortality,

but creation isn't about living forever,

it's about allowing others to see who you really are,

and who they can be.

 

Creation is telling stories and lessons to others,

Creation is sharing,

Creation is helping.

 

Creation is beautiful.

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Written by
derick
American
Published
Jul 28, 2011
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This is my first post on here, and my first try at making any of my writings public.

Please, give me constructive criticism about what I should work on.

Thank you!

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