My vision is become
blurry
What was once clear
Principles and love
Have taken a turn away from me
Fading
into the distance
Like a runaway animal
Where have you gone to, my old friend?
This land you've left me in has turned strange
I worry that you won't say the same of yours
Just pick up the phone every once and a while
I'll pick up the pieces
If I know I'll see something new
What is it with flowers?
They come only in extemes
Extreme
hardship
Extreme
love
Extreme
desparation
Is it just flowers and I?
Or is this the idea
The idea behind giving someone something stolen
Like a hostage in the night
As you both die of thirst?
who.i.am.
- brice
- I am Brice. I have been writing since I was 10 and soon after I started it became my passion. I think writing is about exploration and experimentation. How is what you wrote supposed to be meaningful when you say what's already been said? I try to draw influences from outside the literacy world but I admire many authors, specifically poets. T.S. Eliot and Lewis Carroll probably more than any others. The Beatles have been more of an influence on writing than I have ever expected as well. I thought this blog would be a good median for me because it's friendly to the world of writing and it's a good place to just let loose of emotions and ideas through blogging. Thanks for your interest.