Natalia had always been creative, had always had a flare for the arts. Put a brush or a pencil in her hand and she could – and would – create a masterpiece.
It was hard to make beautiful things when you were slowly being destroyed from the outside in and yet, somehow, she managed to do it every time without fail.
Maybe it was her determination, her spirit.
Or maybe it was just because she was just SO fucking tired of feeling like she wasn’t good enough. Because, when it came to this, when she had a brush or a pencil in hand, Natalia was invincible.
And that was enough.
Creative.
Being creative is a hard thing for some people. This, I don’t understand. How can one not be creative?! Yes, I get it that people have creativity block and writers block and just can’t break through that block! It becomes frustrating and some people give up. From my personal experience, giving us on something because of creativity block is a useless thing to do. A person cannot accomplish anything by giving up. Just because of a few blocks, doesn’t mean that one should stop being creative. Is that even possible?! Be creative and create creative things.
hipster1hedgehog
i am really creative if u talk about writing novels and poems being creative means you are talented and crazy people are usually creative creativeness is not about representing
syeda ayesha
David is a police officer in the Drug Unit in New York City. He just got out of the hospital a few weeks ago. He was shot protecting a child from open gunfire. Upon arrival at the hospital, doctors learned that the bullet had lodged itself into his spine. David is now paralyzed from the waist down.
His wife, Lydia, has been a tremendous help to him since the shooting. She helps him get in and out of his wheelchair, take showers, and even go to the bathroom, and she does it all without complaint. But David knows how very hard this must be on her. He also knows how frustrating it must be to have a husband in a wheelchair, virtually unable to take care of himself. He also knows that she misses the intimacy between them. He does too.
David decides he has to confront Lydia about her feelings. They talk, and yell, and cry with each other all night. David knows Lydia has always wanted children, and it frightened her that, with his new disability, she might never have them.
He told her they just had to get creative.
So, they did.
And a short time down the road (oh, let’s say about nine months or so…), they were blessed with a beautiful baby girl. Wanting to give her a meaningful name, and having gone through what they did to have her, they thought it quite fitting to name her…Destiny.
Over the years, he’s gotten more creative about getting his fix. The other evening she had flicked on the dingy bathroom lights only to reveal him crouching cat-like on the counter, caught in the act of drinking rubbing alcohol straight from its bottle.
Once upon a time a notebook told me to think creatively and that green wasn’t a creative color and then it went loco crazy and tried to eat my brain and guts were everywhere and everyone was on lsd and then it went batshit nutso and I barely remember what happened because we were just thinkin creatively man i thought it was just a kids show and then it turned into a bad acid trip like fuck dude what the fuck I don’t even know anymore holy fucking shit it was bad
dakota
They tell me I’m creative, but all I feel like I am is a man with feelings that spread on the page like Nutella or JIF or the I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter spreads on a piece of toasted wheat bread. But somehow my pages aren’t soggy or toasted brown. Maybe my words don’t belong on the page; maybe I’m doing it wrong.
I love creating art, letting the creative me out the box to run rampant with paint or glue. Words become lavish expressions, pictures without limits when I can’t draw with pen or pencil because with words I can draw an entire world with no need of artistic expertise. I love putting ink to paper and letting the abstract draw images from the mind I didn’t know were hiding there. Collage, thread, tissue paper, all bound with beads and images from my dreams.
I like that painting
the green and red and orange and blue and yellow and a little purple. They all swirl together and it’s beautiful. I love that painting.
Jen
Watercolor is one of the harder art forms, I always thought. Colors ever inconsistent and mercurial, patterns easily changed by a breath or a grain of salt. I never feel in control of my brush, as gently as I try to sweep it across the canvas. I’m constantly arguing with the paint, but that argument is what makes its delicate, stubbornly unique streaks more than stuff on paper. In those moments, I’m not just painting; I’m having a conversation.
I used to think I was creative. Until I started trying to create. Then I realized creating is difficult work. I decided, in the end, I don’t know…I get ideas…I see moments…but I have trouble creating whole plots…and I have trouble carrying things through. I feel embarrassed for having referred to myself as creative in the past.
Creativity is beauty, its what makes the world what it is. The world would be black and white. plain. boring and ugly if there wasn’t such thing as creativity. Being creative is a beautiful talent to have, it lets you express your real true emotions and it shows others another side of you that theyd never expect to see from you. Some are good at it, some are bad at it.
Brittney L
Ha! She paced back and forth and hoffed and the very idea of the word. Creative my ass. what kind of show are you trying to make of me. I know nothing, I have nothing. I can’t give you want you want! I can;t give you anything! I have nothing in here! It’s a blank void filled with emptiness. There is no substance in this. Hollow hollow hollow right down to the bone. I wish I could prove to you otherwise. But, I can’t. I simply cannot. Stop asking me to give you something out of nothing. Because one day, you will wake up and find it. The broken down, beaten barren shell of my mind, lying on your doorstep, as empty as the day I was born. And you will be terrified.
Calla
Being creative is supposed to be the one thing that is importants in these little blurbs but I think in reality it is being a past typer. Creativity doesn’t do nothing if your just happen to be a slow typer…like me=)
Cait
Creative. One of the items on my list, it can mean many things. I’m creative. Very. So are you. Oh dear.
To me, Creativity is so much more than oil on canvas, or etches in a block of plexi glass or strokes on a piece of paper. Creativity is the very essence of all human beings. It’s what drives us, motivates us, and inspires us as humans. Its what adds that extra little “dink” to our eyes, makes our laugh a little louder, or joy contagious. Creativity is experiencing life, and loving what we see.
Olivia
Creativity is the source of every thing of worth.The all powerful fountain that powers the underlings of society.
Olivia
What does it mean to be creative?
Is it to have constant thoughts of artistry, of words, of music?
I’d like to think not. Otherwise I wouldn’t be creative. And I consider myself creative.
To be creative is to have a desire. A desire to make something beautiful out of something usually not. Creativity is not a talent. It is a gift that we give to ourselves.
Kessa Montez
Creativity is what is needed at this point. Of course, I’m not certain what creativity is. It could be standing everyone’s expectations on their head, or doing what everyone expects in a way they’re not expecting.
It could mean letting someone else doing the work, and simply providing the direction. Of course, their creativity will be better than mine because they are young and still haven’t been forced into the box I have put myself into. I like the box. THe box is safe, and brown, and one can always IMAGINE something there without drawing a wrong line.
So they will be the creative ones, and I will simply watch, and wait, and make sure they don’t hurt themselves.
Creative is not a thing. You’re drawing upon energy already in existence- nothing is ever created or destroyed, as they say in dull high school physics classes. It’s true, though. Everything you say has been said before. Every song you write already exists somewhere. Perhaps with different words, in a different order, with a different feeling, but it’s all been done before. I’ve heard it all before.
creativity is something many of us aspire to. we feel like it is this great thing that we have to work towards. but really, we are all creative. we just have to stop trying so hard, and let it flow.
Jessica
creative. literally, to create. bullshit. haven’t you ever heard of the law of the creation of matter? nothing is ever created, or destroyed. you’re not creative. you’re resourceful. you put two and two together and you make a pretty little smile, but it’s nothing that wasn’t already there. you are not original. you are not innovative. you are not creative.
Rose
Sometimes I don’t feel very creative. I look around and all my friends are drawing or singing or just putting something beautiful into the world. Then I realize that just by living, I am creating something beautiful.
Eliza
Everyone is creative if they try hard enough. Creativity isn’t based on how much work or how amazing the project is, it’s how proud the person is of what they’ve created, how much thought they put in it, how much fun they had, and if their expectations were matched. If someone is happy, it’s worth it.
Rachel
dont hug me I’m scared
i want to be creative
but how
listen to your heart listen to the rain listen to the voices in your brain, the video said
when he woke up he was covered in blood, naked, and alone in a forest
m
oh my god, he yelled
i need to build a goddamn bridge in an hour or they’ll catch me
how the hell am i supposed to do that
he just used his creativity and he lived to steal another day
m
if i was a creative man, he thought, i would be able to fix all my problems.
too bad he wasn’t creative.
instead he dreamed up worlds in his head, because even if he couldn’t solve his problems, he could escape them.
if only he was creative.
m
if i was creative id be able to write something here, the boy thought as he typed away. too bad i haven’t a single creative thought in my head
he sighed and decided to give up. writing was just not for him.
perhaps music, or dance? he could only try.
m
The lack of creativity in today’s culture is sickening. If only I could’ve grown up in a different era, where the creative let their imagination take flight. Sometimes I feel as if I am the needle in the haystack. I can’t conform to everyone else. I won’t.
Creativity is hard to wrestle with, it likes to creep and crawl and hide behind the bushes, twinkling out at you for brief moments, lost indefinitely in the sea of time. A writer’s job is to live and create, to be and to think and to ascertain, but most to live, to love, to remember the feelings and try to capture the essence of human life in a matter of moments. I don’t know how I do.
Katrina Wolfgang
to be creative. how? to dance upon a sliver of moonlight, to sing a song of passion and fire, to produce a masterpiece of soul and color, to throw your thoughts and passions and life onto one canvas. the world is a blank page and you are its master.
Andrea
People have always told me that I was creative. From a young age I have always been able to invent new places and new ways of thinking. I really wanted to make something for myself.
sometimes i feel creative, usually on blurry mondays or saturday afternoons, or when i have my head burried under my pillow, because i want to get another five minutes of sleep.
after all, what’s creativity like?
zeit
Creativity is an interesting thing. I think all humans have creativity, to a certain degree, but many people choose not to use this creativity. After a while, it is old, rusty, and out of practice. No wonder it’s not very commonplace these days. Granted, there are many creative geniuses out there, and there are many people who are, by nature, not as creative as others. But everyone has some spark of creativity in them. For example, I used to be into writing, when I was younger. I look back on some of the short stories and unfinished beginnings of books that I started on, and I am genuinely surprised that I wrote them. I feel like, if I tried that now, it wouldn’t turn out nearly as good. I get sucked in immediately when I read these old bits of stories. I want to write again, to be honest. I have to get the creative flow back somehow… ;)
Lainz
i always wanted to be the creative one. in my mind, there were always different roles of human beings. there was the realist, and there was the creative mind. the artist. now i’m not so sure. now i think everyone is an artist. it’s just a matter of working artists versus non working artists. i’m not creative enough to be creative.
“C’mon!” whined Professor Harlot. “Be creative! Be determined! Everyone knows this exercise can be done with a little heart!”
“Correction, professor,” said Snarky (yes, I had given her that name; it was not her birth one). “Hearts just pump blood. I don’t need more circulatory assistance to write this. I need a more awake and energized brain.”
“Then energize it, for God’s sake!”
“Are you a wizard, then?” demanded Snarky. “Or an idiot?”
Belinda Roddie
Creative is a way to look at how one approaches every aspect of his life. Creative is a movement which progresses a boring art into a lively one. It is an aspiration of many different people attain groups and of many generations. Moreover, it is something I aspire to pursue to its fullest in the coming works of my life.
Ian Oechsle
vomitsplatter
all alleys turn to piss at twilight
fallen tree trunks of men
on soggy cardboard
a hiss, a far off roar
the bangs. a clatterlaugh.
the brick hugs in with tight toothless breath
nothing more
these constant swimming nights
another orbiting putrid lullaby
Kiki
“lets get creative!” yelled the computer speakers! i stared, what’s happening! oh that’s so sad they aren’t creative! oh, um what why? that’s weird, ok, scary omg im cryingg!
Natalia had always been creative, had always had a flare for the arts. Put a brush or a pencil in her hand and she could – and would – create a masterpiece.
It was hard to make beautiful things when you were slowly being destroyed from the outside in and yet, somehow, she managed to do it every time without fail.
Maybe it was her determination, her spirit.
Or maybe it was just because she was just SO fucking tired of feeling like she wasn’t good enough. Because, when it came to this, when she had a brush or a pencil in hand, Natalia was invincible.
And that was enough.
Creative.
Being creative is a hard thing for some people. This, I don’t understand. How can one not be creative?! Yes, I get it that people have creativity block and writers block and just can’t break through that block! It becomes frustrating and some people give up. From my personal experience, giving us on something because of creativity block is a useless thing to do. A person cannot accomplish anything by giving up. Just because of a few blocks, doesn’t mean that one should stop being creative. Is that even possible?! Be creative and create creative things.
i am really creative if u talk about writing novels and poems being creative means you are talented and crazy people are usually creative creativeness is not about representing
David is a police officer in the Drug Unit in New York City. He just got out of the hospital a few weeks ago. He was shot protecting a child from open gunfire. Upon arrival at the hospital, doctors learned that the bullet had lodged itself into his spine. David is now paralyzed from the waist down.
His wife, Lydia, has been a tremendous help to him since the shooting. She helps him get in and out of his wheelchair, take showers, and even go to the bathroom, and she does it all without complaint. But David knows how very hard this must be on her. He also knows how frustrating it must be to have a husband in a wheelchair, virtually unable to take care of himself. He also knows that she misses the intimacy between them. He does too.
David decides he has to confront Lydia about her feelings. They talk, and yell, and cry with each other all night. David knows Lydia has always wanted children, and it frightened her that, with his new disability, she might never have them.
He told her they just had to get creative.
So, they did.
And a short time down the road (oh, let’s say about nine months or so…), they were blessed with a beautiful baby girl. Wanting to give her a meaningful name, and having gone through what they did to have her, they thought it quite fitting to name her…Destiny.
Over the years, he’s gotten more creative about getting his fix. The other evening she had flicked on the dingy bathroom lights only to reveal him crouching cat-like on the counter, caught in the act of drinking rubbing alcohol straight from its bottle.
Once upon a time a notebook told me to think creatively and that green wasn’t a creative color and then it went loco crazy and tried to eat my brain and guts were everywhere and everyone was on lsd and then it went batshit nutso and I barely remember what happened because we were just thinkin creatively man i thought it was just a kids show and then it turned into a bad acid trip like fuck dude what the fuck I don’t even know anymore holy fucking shit it was bad
They tell me I’m creative, but all I feel like I am is a man with feelings that spread on the page like Nutella or JIF or the I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter spreads on a piece of toasted wheat bread. But somehow my pages aren’t soggy or toasted brown. Maybe my words don’t belong on the page; maybe I’m doing it wrong.
I love creating art, letting the creative me out the box to run rampant with paint or glue. Words become lavish expressions, pictures without limits when I can’t draw with pen or pencil because with words I can draw an entire world with no need of artistic expertise. I love putting ink to paper and letting the abstract draw images from the mind I didn’t know were hiding there. Collage, thread, tissue paper, all bound with beads and images from my dreams.
I like that painting
the green and red and orange and blue and yellow and a little purple. They all swirl together and it’s beautiful. I love that painting.
Watercolor is one of the harder art forms, I always thought. Colors ever inconsistent and mercurial, patterns easily changed by a breath or a grain of salt. I never feel in control of my brush, as gently as I try to sweep it across the canvas. I’m constantly arguing with the paint, but that argument is what makes its delicate, stubbornly unique streaks more than stuff on paper. In those moments, I’m not just painting; I’m having a conversation.
I used to think I was creative. Until I started trying to create. Then I realized creating is difficult work. I decided, in the end, I don’t know…I get ideas…I see moments…but I have trouble creating whole plots…and I have trouble carrying things through. I feel embarrassed for having referred to myself as creative in the past.
Creativity is beauty, its what makes the world what it is. The world would be black and white. plain. boring and ugly if there wasn’t such thing as creativity. Being creative is a beautiful talent to have, it lets you express your real true emotions and it shows others another side of you that theyd never expect to see from you. Some are good at it, some are bad at it.
Ha! She paced back and forth and hoffed and the very idea of the word. Creative my ass. what kind of show are you trying to make of me. I know nothing, I have nothing. I can’t give you want you want! I can;t give you anything! I have nothing in here! It’s a blank void filled with emptiness. There is no substance in this. Hollow hollow hollow right down to the bone. I wish I could prove to you otherwise. But, I can’t. I simply cannot. Stop asking me to give you something out of nothing. Because one day, you will wake up and find it. The broken down, beaten barren shell of my mind, lying on your doorstep, as empty as the day I was born. And you will be terrified.
Being creative is supposed to be the one thing that is importants in these little blurbs but I think in reality it is being a past typer. Creativity doesn’t do nothing if your just happen to be a slow typer…like me=)
Creative. One of the items on my list, it can mean many things. I’m creative. Very. So are you. Oh dear.
To me, Creativity is so much more than oil on canvas, or etches in a block of plexi glass or strokes on a piece of paper. Creativity is the very essence of all human beings. It’s what drives us, motivates us, and inspires us as humans. Its what adds that extra little “dink” to our eyes, makes our laugh a little louder, or joy contagious. Creativity is experiencing life, and loving what we see.
Creativity is the source of every thing of worth.The all powerful fountain that powers the underlings of society.
What does it mean to be creative?
Is it to have constant thoughts of artistry, of words, of music?
I’d like to think not. Otherwise I wouldn’t be creative. And I consider myself creative.
To be creative is to have a desire. A desire to make something beautiful out of something usually not. Creativity is not a talent. It is a gift that we give to ourselves.
Creativity is what is needed at this point. Of course, I’m not certain what creativity is. It could be standing everyone’s expectations on their head, or doing what everyone expects in a way they’re not expecting.
It could mean letting someone else doing the work, and simply providing the direction. Of course, their creativity will be better than mine because they are young and still haven’t been forced into the box I have put myself into. I like the box. THe box is safe, and brown, and one can always IMAGINE something there without drawing a wrong line.
So they will be the creative ones, and I will simply watch, and wait, and make sure they don’t hurt themselves.
Creative is not a thing. You’re drawing upon energy already in existence- nothing is ever created or destroyed, as they say in dull high school physics classes. It’s true, though. Everything you say has been said before. Every song you write already exists somewhere. Perhaps with different words, in a different order, with a different feeling, but it’s all been done before. I’ve heard it all before.
creativity is something many of us aspire to. we feel like it is this great thing that we have to work towards. but really, we are all creative. we just have to stop trying so hard, and let it flow.
creative. literally, to create. bullshit. haven’t you ever heard of the law of the creation of matter? nothing is ever created, or destroyed. you’re not creative. you’re resourceful. you put two and two together and you make a pretty little smile, but it’s nothing that wasn’t already there. you are not original. you are not innovative. you are not creative.
Sometimes I don’t feel very creative. I look around and all my friends are drawing or singing or just putting something beautiful into the world. Then I realize that just by living, I am creating something beautiful.
Everyone is creative if they try hard enough. Creativity isn’t based on how much work or how amazing the project is, it’s how proud the person is of what they’ve created, how much thought they put in it, how much fun they had, and if their expectations were matched. If someone is happy, it’s worth it.
dont hug me I’m scared
i want to be creative
but how
listen to your heart listen to the rain listen to the voices in your brain, the video said
when he woke up he was covered in blood, naked, and alone in a forest
oh my god, he yelled
i need to build a goddamn bridge in an hour or they’ll catch me
how the hell am i supposed to do that
he just used his creativity and he lived to steal another day
if i was a creative man, he thought, i would be able to fix all my problems.
too bad he wasn’t creative.
instead he dreamed up worlds in his head, because even if he couldn’t solve his problems, he could escape them.
if only he was creative.
if i was creative id be able to write something here, the boy thought as he typed away. too bad i haven’t a single creative thought in my head
he sighed and decided to give up. writing was just not for him.
perhaps music, or dance? he could only try.
The lack of creativity in today’s culture is sickening. If only I could’ve grown up in a different era, where the creative let their imagination take flight. Sometimes I feel as if I am the needle in the haystack. I can’t conform to everyone else. I won’t.
Creativity is hard to wrestle with, it likes to creep and crawl and hide behind the bushes, twinkling out at you for brief moments, lost indefinitely in the sea of time. A writer’s job is to live and create, to be and to think and to ascertain, but most to live, to love, to remember the feelings and try to capture the essence of human life in a matter of moments. I don’t know how I do.
to be creative. how? to dance upon a sliver of moonlight, to sing a song of passion and fire, to produce a masterpiece of soul and color, to throw your thoughts and passions and life onto one canvas. the world is a blank page and you are its master.
People have always told me that I was creative. From a young age I have always been able to invent new places and new ways of thinking. I really wanted to make something for myself.
sometimes i feel creative, usually on blurry mondays or saturday afternoons, or when i have my head burried under my pillow, because i want to get another five minutes of sleep.
after all, what’s creativity like?
Creativity is an interesting thing. I think all humans have creativity, to a certain degree, but many people choose not to use this creativity. After a while, it is old, rusty, and out of practice. No wonder it’s not very commonplace these days. Granted, there are many creative geniuses out there, and there are many people who are, by nature, not as creative as others. But everyone has some spark of creativity in them. For example, I used to be into writing, when I was younger. I look back on some of the short stories and unfinished beginnings of books that I started on, and I am genuinely surprised that I wrote them. I feel like, if I tried that now, it wouldn’t turn out nearly as good. I get sucked in immediately when I read these old bits of stories. I want to write again, to be honest. I have to get the creative flow back somehow… ;)
i always wanted to be the creative one. in my mind, there were always different roles of human beings. there was the realist, and there was the creative mind. the artist. now i’m not so sure. now i think everyone is an artist. it’s just a matter of working artists versus non working artists. i’m not creative enough to be creative.
creative creatures
perfect the craft of living
and each way is right
“C’mon!” whined Professor Harlot. “Be creative! Be determined! Everyone knows this exercise can be done with a little heart!”
“Correction, professor,” said Snarky (yes, I had given her that name; it was not her birth one). “Hearts just pump blood. I don’t need more circulatory assistance to write this. I need a more awake and energized brain.”
“Then energize it, for God’s sake!”
“Are you a wizard, then?” demanded Snarky. “Or an idiot?”
Creative is a way to look at how one approaches every aspect of his life. Creative is a movement which progresses a boring art into a lively one. It is an aspiration of many different people attain groups and of many generations. Moreover, it is something I aspire to pursue to its fullest in the coming works of my life.
vomitsplatter
all alleys turn to piss at twilight
fallen tree trunks of men
on soggy cardboard
a hiss, a far off roar
the bangs. a clatterlaugh.
the brick hugs in with tight toothless breath
nothing more
these constant swimming nights
another orbiting putrid lullaby
“lets get creative!” yelled the computer speakers! i stared, what’s happening! oh that’s so sad they aren’t creative! oh, um what why? that’s weird, ok, scary omg im cryingg!