it she or isn’t she. don’t look. don’t touch. fly through like a bullet on a summer fling. where is the summit of love. climbing and climbing only backwards and down. break the fall.
A muse an interesting creature which inspires and makes people say and perform wonderful creations.
But the question is whether or not a muse is a real element, a person or event, such as what the Greek believed, or if a muse is an introspective creation.
Inside of each and every one of us, do we not have a muse? A muse that inspires and allows us to perform wonderful, beautiful things?
Perhaps it is a combination, and a physical muse only serves to enhance and motivate our internal muse.
muse…it’s a band. I remember feeling cool when reading on facebook that Jay liked Muse. It made me feel all trendy and hipster too. in reality, there’s a small number of Muse songs I actually like. so maybe i’m not as hipster as i think. same with regina spektor…i try so hard to like her music because i have some weird notion that it’s cool…but i end up switching over to nelly furtado first chance i get.
I am a muse, an entity of the arts. I see all and hear all. I am the music thats surrounds you in every living thing. Come and dance with me across the sky.
inspiration, endless, infinite, artistic, musical, life, yes music is life as is art. the imitation of life on paper or through sound. Experience everything, deny nothing. Enjoy the sound. Muse
sitting alone among dark storm clouds, the sky is screaming. Lightning arcs from cloud to cloud, and rain fills the sky. But to me, all is quiet. I hear nothing but silence. Silence from them whom no longer ask anything of me. Dead and still me and my instrument will remain, until the sky itself falls dead. Then I’ll have nowhere to sit.
My muse lives in Tahitia. Not so much of a place, more, a mindset. But there’s something about the fog rising off of the bay in the moonlight, crabs scuttling along the shore, and the city shining in the distance that just captivates me.
What am i doing this this timed what the fuck is this i just hit enter and it was here jesus christ quit it this is too much pressure i cant even use punctuation it stresses me out too much how long is the timer oh god its getting orange does that mean time is running out its red now ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
i saw a muse once but she was vomiting. in the gutter oooh i like gutters maybe that was the muse really and that tramp was vomitting onto My Muse! good god i dont know about muses any more maybe ill be better off not having one, or maybe being my own muse.. that would be boring i dont know
it she or isn’t she. don’t look. don’t touch. fly through like a bullet on a summer fling. where is the summit of love. climbing and climbing only backwards and down. break the fall.
By arvind on 12.05.2008
A muse an interesting creature which inspires and makes people say and perform wonderful creations.
But the question is whether or not a muse is a real element, a person or event, such as what the Greek believed, or if a muse is an introspective creation.
Inside of each and every one of us, do we not have a muse? A muse that inspires and allows us to perform wonderful, beautiful things?
Perhaps it is a combination, and a physical muse only serves to enhance and motivate our internal muse.
By Chris Riley on 12.05.2008
muse…it’s a band. I remember feeling cool when reading on facebook that Jay liked Muse. It made me feel all trendy and hipster too. in reality, there’s a small number of Muse songs I actually like. so maybe i’m not as hipster as i think. same with regina spektor…i try so hard to like her music because i have some weird notion that it’s cool…but i end up switching over to nelly furtado first chance i get.
By Colby on 12.05.2008
I am a muse, an entity of the arts. I see all and hear all. I am the music thats surrounds you in every living thing. Come and dance with me across the sky.
By christian on 12.05.2008
inspiration, endless, infinite, artistic, musical, life, yes music is life as is art. the imitation of life on paper or through sound. Experience everything, deny nothing. Enjoy the sound. Muse
By Garrett Perrella on 12.05.2008
sitting alone among dark storm clouds, the sky is screaming. Lightning arcs from cloud to cloud, and rain fills the sky. But to me, all is quiet. I hear nothing but silence. Silence from them whom no longer ask anything of me. Dead and still me and my instrument will remain, until the sky itself falls dead. Then I’ll have nowhere to sit.
By Garrett4 on 12.05.2008
My muse lives in Tahitia. Not so much of a place, more, a mindset. But there’s something about the fog rising off of the bay in the moonlight, crabs scuttling along the shore, and the city shining in the distance that just captivates me.
By Kristin F on 12.05.2008
What am i doing this this timed what the fuck is this i just hit enter and it was here jesus christ quit it this is too much pressure i cant even use punctuation it stresses me out too much how long is the timer oh god its getting orange does that mean time is running out its red now ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
By ryan on 12.05.2008
You used to be my muse. Used to.
Used to.
How sad a difference a year makes,
or days
even seconds.
Because we cannot.
Heartache will have to do.
By A.D. on 12.05.2008
dear Inspiration, it’s kinda frustrating, you going all m.i.a. like this. bitch move if you ask me.
By ghost on 12.05.2008
i saw a muse once but she was vomiting. in the gutter oooh i like gutters maybe that was the muse really and that tramp was vomitting onto My Muse! good god i dont know about muses any more maybe ill be better off not having one, or maybe being my own muse.. that would be boring i dont know
By bob on 12.05.2008