sometimes things just make me feel so special so important so needed so wanted. thers nothing more important than what makes you tick, what colour you like or how you feel about it all, hope to better yourself hope to become a better version of life
The artist stood back, the veiw too large for him to see from as close as he had been. It had inspired him since he was a child; it was his life ambition to paint it. He was about to accomplish his lifetime goal, and svored the feeling of it.
across the universe is a tiny speck, even smaller than our speck where a little girl is dying her hair green and telling her mother, “I feel inspired by all the snow. it’s like a winter wonderland.”
To become inspired about the universe, the way things work. a simple phrase elaborated by the stars and the things that bring us closer together. It’s odd how the muses enter the soul and feast on the ideas that we have. to be inspired is to live. to live is to be inspired. It’s interesting how the the two are so closely related. Inspiration comes from deeper than the soul.
Isipid is a better word that inspired. I preffer it. It holds more truth and covers more lies. I’ve never been inspired by something insipid so perhaps the two words are mutually exclusive. Maybe not, either way, if you press back on this sight you can get more time to write apparently. I just did that by accident. What a flaw in the system. People will write novles. Surely.
I was inspired by my mother’s determination to raise me well. I pictured her standing in front of the stove. Stirring the refried beans. Her outfit changed day after day, but the food didn’t.
Sometimes I feel inspired, as a musician, by the most cliche things. It’s our job as artists to keep reinventing the cliche and the taboo. It’s just life. Be original. Be creative. That’s all I got. Not very inspired.
Isipid is better word that inspired. I preffer it. It holds more truth and covers more lies. I’ve never been inspired by something insipid so perhaps the two words are mutually exclusive.
Have you ever felt inspired by something? Truly inspired. You fell like all of a sudden, everything in the universe makes sense. To me, that’s what God should feel like.
Inspired I’ve always been inspired by the oddest of things, the way a candle glows, the way it smells after it’s burned, the eye make-up my grandma would apply in heavy doses on her eyelids to make them an unnatural blue, the way the sun falls on the snow. I’ve always watched things with a more critical eye, I’ve always observed things to be inspired, it doesn’t come from inside, it comes from the external, what I see and what I see with the soul.
why can’t i be inspired i want thought that cant be bought i want6s dreams manifesting in my eyes before me i want to look at a dog tird and say hello how are you and what
you inspired me to love. you inspired me to change.
you inspired me to take a leap towards faith, and hope for the best. i always look before i leap, but with you – i can fly. you’re the best love I’ve had in awhile so please let’s make this last.
I want to be inspired though sometimes I look at the word and I think Insipid instead and wonder if inspiration is purely futile… we must not be inspired we must just do. There is no magic, no fantastic… it’s all just done.
Inspiration is something saught after by many different types of people but i find that the best inspiration is stumbled apon rather that saught. Take the man in the bright red hat who walked past my house at least five times which led to a short story based on a scruffy unemployed juggler who changed overnight in an attempt to win over his pregnant girlfriend. I didn’t wake up that morning intending to write such a story it was merely a coinsidence which led to me being inspired.
La inspiracion que me da cuando salgo a la calle de ver a la gente en sus vidas normales me hace a mi como persona ser un espacio en el que otras personas pueden reflejar sus sue
I am very inspired by the way you conduct yourself. You really know who you are and how to treat people well. I am lucky to have dated you even if it was for only a short time. But I just want you to know that the person you are is the kind of person I want to be.
this word makes you do things that you wouldn’t normally. it brings out the best, the worst and possibly, sometimes, the scariest. artists rely on it, I wish I could find it. this is the feeling when everything makes sense and you can express yourself free-willingly and open. it makes the best and creates the best.
There was nothing even close to the insipiration caused by The Karate Kid for most who have seen it…It was a story of overcoming adversity, earning the respect of those who have none for you, and scoring a rich, hot blonde girlfriend who dumps you in part 2. but it’s alright cuz you get to go to Okinawa, kick
vital answers
vital signs
the vigorous spring
regales
the paradises within
time knows her
ways, time fools
for each and every
a noodle here
a blessing in the
aspenwatches
climbing the moonlit
slopes, ambergris
calliopes blowing
I am lost
in the filigree of you
senses slain
senses flurried
joy of the resident alien
joy of the near you
joy of the with you
redrose lumbers the beast
aquifer empires rising
the rest is utter
exquisite
consequential
crisp crisp the crispy
bloom.
Go figure –
sensual calculus is yours.
I couldn’t help it. I was too far ahead of them to stop; too far ahead to throw my rope back down to them. I hope they thought that was crazy and ridiculous, like something they wanted to do. I mean, I never did it for the fame or anything, I just can’t stand watching someone’s back. It’s horrifying down here, especially in this day and age.
he inspires me. he makes me want to be a better person. he makes me want to wake up with a smile, and go to bed the same way. he makes me want to put others before myself. he makes me want to take the bad and make it into something good. he inspires me to love like tomorrow isn’t possible. i love him. i love you.
i felt inspired by the colors in the mountains. and since then i haven’t been the same. and even though those colors are gone now, and the mountains look dull and sad without the reds and greens, i have hope that those colors will return someday.
and that’s enough for me to stay inspired. that’s enough for me to believe in something bigger than my self.
i am constantly inspired. whether it be by music, people i know, people i don’t know, or even something i’ve eaten recently. inspiration is the starting place of everything. everything we have every known came from an inspiration. life is inspired.
I look at you and I am inspired, she whispers to the room. She wishes she was inspired. She thinks that is what she is supposed to do and supposed to say, but the truth is, there isn’t anyone she is inspired by who isn’t dead. There is no quiet boy who sits behind her whose hand she wants to hold and whose breath she imagines on her neck. There is no one but perhaps William Shakespeare.
Watching the rain fall. Breathing in the spring night air.
Counting Stars on the hood of a car.
Listening to his heart beating.
Mud between your toes.
Catching a snow flake on your tongue.
Inspired.
Her eulogy was inspiring, but for some reason I didn’t feel inspired. I felt mad. I felt angry. I wanted revenge. I guess it was a good thing that her killer also killed himself.
i was inspired by the dying angel at the top of the mountian, i begged her to come back to life but i realized that that wasn’t what it was about. it was the death that caught me. could this be a dream? or was it a miracle? sent by god for me, just me. Rachel, and no one else. I loved it for a moment, then it faded and i folated away. What else could i do? let it soak?
i was inspired when i firstg saw that paper mache art of a mother and a child that was place under the bridge it look as though they were trying to tell me sumthing babout the world and wat is going on in it
This word has inspired me to write a shirt little paragraph. Inspration inspires me to do inspiring things every single day. And other people’s inspiration inspires me to do things as well.
I am not inspired by this friggen word, this is three times in a row…. can I please have another term to go off of here, I thought this was a writing assistance page, something to break away from writers block, but no, it’s jut aggravating me even worse.
I never feel the inspiration to write when I have the time… then *wham* inspiration hits mid-project at work, or in the car on the way home… I never know how to handle it, and it really gets old.
sometimes things just make me feel so special so important so needed so wanted. thers nothing more important than what makes you tick, what colour you like or how you feel about it all, hope to better yourself hope to become a better version of life
The artist stood back, the veiw too large for him to see from as close as he had been. It had inspired him since he was a child; it was his life ambition to paint it. He was about to accomplish his lifetime goal, and svored the feeling of it.
across the universe is a tiny speck, even smaller than our speck where a little girl is dying her hair green and telling her mother, “I feel inspired by all the snow. it’s like a winter wonderland.”
To become inspired about the universe, the way things work. a simple phrase elaborated by the stars and the things that bring us closer together. It’s odd how the muses enter the soul and feast on the ideas that we have. to be inspired is to live. to live is to be inspired. It’s interesting how the the two are so closely related. Inspiration comes from deeper than the soul.
Isipid is a better word that inspired. I preffer it. It holds more truth and covers more lies. I’ve never been inspired by something insipid so perhaps the two words are mutually exclusive. Maybe not, either way, if you press back on this sight you can get more time to write apparently. I just did that by accident. What a flaw in the system. People will write novles. Surely.
Or Copy/Paste.
I was inspired by my mother’s determination to raise me well. I pictured her standing in front of the stove. Stirring the refried beans. Her outfit changed day after day, but the food didn’t.
Sometimes I feel inspired, as a musician, by the most cliche things. It’s our job as artists to keep reinventing the cliche and the taboo. It’s just life. Be original. Be creative. That’s all I got. Not very inspired.
Isipid is better word that inspired. I preffer it. It holds more truth and covers more lies. I’ve never been inspired by something insipid so perhaps the two words are mutually exclusive.
I was inspired by his beauty, and grace, but most importantly by his horrible general persona.
Have you ever felt inspired by something? Truly inspired. You fell like all of a sudden, everything in the universe makes sense. To me, that’s what God should feel like.
all the time and live life to the fulest
Inspired I’ve always been inspired by the oddest of things, the way a candle glows, the way it smells after it’s burned, the eye make-up my grandma would apply in heavy doses on her eyelids to make them an unnatural blue, the way the sun falls on the snow. I’ve always watched things with a more critical eye, I’ve always observed things to be inspired, it doesn’t come from inside, it comes from the external, what I see and what I see with the soul.
why can’t i be inspired i want thought that cant be bought i want6s dreams manifesting in my eyes before me i want to look at a dog tird and say hello how are you and what
you inspired me to love. you inspired me to change.
you inspired me to take a leap towards faith, and hope for the best. i always look before i leap, but with you – i can fly. you’re the best love I’ve had in awhile so please let’s make this last.
I want to be inspired though sometimes I look at the word and I think Insipid instead and wonder if inspiration is purely futile… we must not be inspired we must just do. There is no magic, no fantastic… it’s all just done.
Inspiration is something saught after by many different types of people but i find that the best inspiration is stumbled apon rather that saught. Take the man in the bright red hat who walked past my house at least five times which led to a short story based on a scruffy unemployed juggler who changed overnight in an attempt to win over his pregnant girlfriend. I didn’t wake up that morning intending to write such a story it was merely a coinsidence which led to me being inspired.
I am not inspired. I walk a different path. The things others have discovered are the tools of my life.
I am not, however, a copycat. My goal is not to find what others have found, but to use what has been found in new ways.
I am an engineer. Watch me work.
La inspiracion que me da cuando salgo a la calle de ver a la gente en sus vidas normales me hace a mi como persona ser un espacio en el que otras personas pueden reflejar sus sue
Dull and uninspired. Frustration and anger. The muse has gone missing, or it is hiding from me. Where are the words? Have they flown into the river?
You inspire me to be something greater.
I am very inspired by the way you conduct yourself. You really know who you are and how to treat people well. I am lucky to have dated you even if it was for only a short time. But I just want you to know that the person you are is the kind of person I want to be.
this word makes you do things that you wouldn’t normally. it brings out the best, the worst and possibly, sometimes, the scariest. artists rely on it, I wish I could find it. this is the feeling when everything makes sense and you can express yourself free-willingly and open. it makes the best and creates the best.
There was nothing even close to the insipiration caused by The Karate Kid for most who have seen it…It was a story of overcoming adversity, earning the respect of those who have none for you, and scoring a rich, hot blonde girlfriend who dumps you in part 2. but it’s alright cuz you get to go to Okinawa, kick
vital answers
vital signs
the vigorous spring
regales
the paradises within
time knows her
ways, time fools
for each and every
a noodle here
a blessing in the
aspenwatches
climbing the moonlit
slopes, ambergris
calliopes blowing
I am lost
in the filigree of you
senses slain
senses flurried
joy of the resident alien
joy of the near you
joy of the with you
redrose lumbers the beast
aquifer empires rising
the rest is utter
exquisite
consequential
crisp crisp the crispy
bloom.
Go figure –
sensual calculus is yours.
I couldn’t help it. I was too far ahead of them to stop; too far ahead to throw my rope back down to them. I hope they thought that was crazy and ridiculous, like something they wanted to do. I mean, I never did it for the fame or anything, I just can’t stand watching someone’s back. It’s horrifying down here, especially in this day and age.
he inspires me. he makes me want to be a better person. he makes me want to wake up with a smile, and go to bed the same way. he makes me want to put others before myself. he makes me want to take the bad and make it into something good. he inspires me to love like tomorrow isn’t possible. i love him. i love you.
i felt inspired by the colors in the mountains. and since then i haven’t been the same. and even though those colors are gone now, and the mountains look dull and sad without the reds and greens, i have hope that those colors will return someday.
and that’s enough for me to stay inspired. that’s enough for me to believe in something bigger than my self.
It’s serious
i am constantly inspired. whether it be by music, people i know, people i don’t know, or even something i’ve eaten recently. inspiration is the starting place of everything. everything we have every known came from an inspiration. life is inspired.
To be inspired is a blessing of the muse.
I look at you and I am inspired, she whispers to the room. She wishes she was inspired. She thinks that is what she is supposed to do and supposed to say, but the truth is, there isn’t anyone she is inspired by who isn’t dead. There is no quiet boy who sits behind her whose hand she wants to hold and whose breath she imagines on her neck. There is no one but perhaps William Shakespeare.
i am inspired by life. love. my friends. the world. i am inspired everyday.
I have been inspired by so many people, so many things, so many interactions along the way. I have a difficult time trying to think of one thing.
Perhaps what I really should do is look at the fact that I am, actually, inspired at times and remember that I have the opportunity to do likewise.
Watching the rain fall. Breathing in the spring night air.
Counting Stars on the hood of a car.
Listening to his heart beating.
Mud between your toes.
Catching a snow flake on your tongue.
Inspired.
Her eulogy was inspiring, but for some reason I didn’t feel inspired. I felt mad. I felt angry. I wanted revenge. I guess it was a good thing that her killer also killed himself.
i was inspired by the dying angel at the top of the mountian, i begged her to come back to life but i realized that that wasn’t what it was about. it was the death that caught me. could this be a dream? or was it a miracle? sent by god for me, just me. Rachel, and no one else. I loved it for a moment, then it faded and i folated away. What else could i do? let it soak?
i was inspired when i firstg saw that paper mache art of a mother and a child that was place under the bridge it look as though they were trying to tell me sumthing babout the world and wat is going on in it
This word has inspired me to write a shirt little paragraph. Inspration inspires me to do inspiring things every single day. And other people’s inspiration inspires me to do things as well.
I am not inspired by this friggen word, this is three times in a row…. can I please have another term to go off of here, I thought this was a writing assistance page, something to break away from writers block, but no, it’s jut aggravating me even worse.
I never feel the inspiration to write when I have the time… then *wham* inspiration hits mid-project at work, or in the car on the way home… I never know how to handle it, and it really gets old.