find my muse

I think she is sleeping under a rock somewhere.

They say when you aputate something you can still feel it there,
and I believe this.

Those nights when I roll over,
trying to nuzzle the covers away from you?
I still feel surprised when you don’t argue.

Even when we slept on separate couches
(the sterile blue smile of the television lighting
our seperate ways to dreamland)
I could at least still wiggle you
with pleas of “Are you still awake?” long after
the conversation had died.

They say it won’t take long to heal.
Alcohol, while a kind anaesthic,
is also a nimble surgeon.

My muse has been missing for a few years now. Or maybe I just don’t know how to use it. I don’t know if I should write or draw. I’ve tried both. I can draw, and I can write, but without my muse, everything is boring and colorless. Maybe there’s something else I should do…

I’ve been writing all my life and almost never have a problem with writers block. There are so many ways to be creative! My new goal is to help other people find their own muses, wherever they may be hiding – so I’m just about to launch a new site (with the help of friends and other writers) at Find My Muse. Drop by if you’re looking for inspiration.

My muse only likes to hang out with me at Starbucks :(

at this point in time of my life my muse is my best friend.

She’s ALWAYS there for me. and is always willing to listen. and pushes me to do the things i think i can’t. she’s pretty much as inspiring as a friend can be. so.. woot

my muse anger, regret,laughing,screaming,my friends,venting … my muse … is all of my emotions. So i found it i always thought it be a personor place shows how much i know

wonder where “its” at … got to get inspired.