Comments on: muse

By: david lloyd

david lloyd — Sat, 30 Jul 2011 18:03:33 +0000

My muse died in tragic circumstances and I lost the ability to be creative.
Years went by and each month my frustration grew. Had I completely failed as a writer.
Where was my talent? Was it buried in some pit of depression or simply locked away in a cupboard called fear?
Like shifting sands I could not find the way out.

By: suriti

suriti — Sat, 30 Jul 2011 17:53:16 +0000

Random people. Nothing acts as good as random things, for a muse. You want detail.

By: Laurie

Laurie — Sat, 30 Jul 2011 17:32:47 +0000

This was yesterday’s word too. Obviously I’m stuck in the past. Ugh I need to move on, and start again. I can’t change anything but my present, so why bother with anything else?

By: eraserewind_

eraserewind_ — Sat, 30 Jul 2011 17:32:03 +0000

I always wanted to be someone’s muse. To be someone’s inspiration, to be someone’s motivation. I yearn to feel special, to feel loved, to feel like a princess.

By: Serena

Serena — Sat, 30 Jul 2011 17:16:36 +0000

“My artistic muse?” she asked staring blankly onto the canvas. Her art teacher gave her a stern nod. She lifted a shaky brush dripping with bright blue paint. “I’m not sure…” then she thought. She thought about nature, about friends, about peace and happiness, and about the sky. She peeked out the window and into the clear blue sky and smiled, and began with even fluid brushstrokes.

By: heather

heather — Sat, 30 Jul 2011 16:48:35 +0000

He walked slowly through the alley, around him time seemed to stand still. Her face alight with anger, sparked something deep in his mind. Her beauty was overwhelming, her body arcing into blessed effigies of glorious death. A smile danced across his lips as he watched her tear through the thugs like paper. His maker, his mistress, his muse of destruction.

By: Shanice R

Shanice R — Sat, 30 Jul 2011 16:31:01 +0000

My muse is definitely Arizona Robbins…and her “Super Magic Smile” and those dimples! She is ah-maze-ing!!!! And hot for a Peds surgeon!!

By: Shanice

Shanice — Sat, 30 Jul 2011 16:22:55 +0000

Calzona
Inspiration
Happiness
People
Laughs
Smiling
Dimples
Stories
Arizona
Callie
Singing

By: Dan

Dan — Sat, 30 Jul 2011 16:16:55 +0000

“Muse?” I said. “You call her muse?”
“Yeah.” It sounded degrading. I pictured them cuddled on the couch and her legs bare and flailing around as he squeezed her thighs. His muse and he wasn’t too afraid to let her know.

By: Julian

Julian — Sat, 30 Jul 2011 16:15:03 +0000

someone who titillates you, sparks your sexual and creative desires. you want them, and they are willing to have you, but they keep themselves at arm’s length, so that your desire grows stronger, and so your willingness to create does so, as well. Someone who makes you scream with anger when they betray you, because you love them so much, they are your everything, without them your life seems impossible.