I am matt’s muse. He is mine. I have never felt so incredible. To inspire someone is beautiful. I taught him the art in a way, so to be in his photographs- to teach and to create with him. And now he is mine.
“Stop asking about it,” she said, and dragged a hand through her hair. “Until the muse strikes, the best I can do is scribble on and hope some sort of plot evolves for me.”
“Forget the plot,” he said. “What you need are characters. Make your story character-driven, and they’ll make the plot for you. Because people do that – make life have a plot. But only cool people. Like me.”
She punched his shoulder lightly. “Still angling to be a hero in my novel eh?”
Come to me, muse. Come on. Please? Okay never mind. Come out and play some other time. Never there when I need you. Always rapping at the window when I don’t.
muse, i wish i had a muse. funny how i’m supposed to write as much as i can in sixty seconds. i thought it would be difficult.. but the word worked for me. i had all these ideas as soon as i saw it about how interesting it was that i thought i would lack inspiration and here my word is.. muse. can a word even function as a muse. does it have to be a person? it’s always a person. if the work doesn’t work, than i guess the person that created this site it my muse.
For everything I ever know I always wandered what could be the significative following area of all these things that took place in my life. Everything is such full of sense and I feel like a sense is missing to really know and discover them.
For everything I ever know I always wandered what could be the significative following area of all these things that took place in my life. Everything is such full of sense and I feel like a sense is missing to really know and discover them.
For everything I ever know I always wandered what could be the significative following area of all these things that took place in my life. Everything is such full of sense and I feel like a sense is missing to really know and discover them.
This is amusing, you see, this muse thing doesn’t do anything. This bruised thing, this writing is, refuses to peruse the daily news to find a better muse.
I see a muse as a person who inspires you. Perhaps its the person you love, perhaps it’s your best friend, or your children, maybe it’s a parent, or another family member. A muse is someone who makes you feel good about yourself, inspires you to write or paint or compose… or anything really – someone truly special, who you couldn’t live without.
Muses are fleeting things. Like the wind, almost, but slightly more imaginative. It is like sugar, not enough of it and you end up spitting out something sour, not enough and you have this extremely bitterness spreading through your mouth. Muse is like that, the fickle child.
i have no idea what this word means. What the hell is a muse? it rhymes with fuse, which is an awesome music channel that i no longer have due to the fact that i am a poor college student. Anyways, muse seems like an exotic term that could mean something like a whore. I’d like to hook up tonight, so I may have to go next door
Muses are goddesses of art and history and also are the origin of the word “amusing” since even comedy is an art form in and of itself. The muses comprised all areas of the arts, as all things in the pantheons required a deity.
my muse is my crush. i watch him and then take what i gather and put it into stories that no one will read. no one not even my muse. how sad. i shall muse on this again later.
Some think there’s something wrong with this ABOMINATION of a life and there are — WHEN there are — only so many things to get someone to GET UP OFF THEIR ASS
and
DO SOMETHING
with themselves. What road to pave, what car to crash, whose blood to ruminate in in pensive contemplation…
Some days, my muse is right beside me and the words just flow out of me. Other days I wonder if my muse is taking the day off or on a coffee break for the words just clog up in my soul and I cannot make them come forth. Muse stay with me and let the words flow out of my body and give me the release that I need. My muse…
For everything I ever know I always wandered what could be the significative following area of all these things that took place in my life. Everything is such full of sense and I feel like a sense is missing to really know and discover them.
what does it mean to be a muse? to inspire? to motivate? to help someone create something? how does one become a muse? is it something you can make happen or does it have to start with the inspired person?
the muse watches me, and does not deem me worthy to inspire. just place me on my funeral pyre, because i am nothing without my art, nothing. and nothing is worse then death. an unstopable silence is more frightening then the absolution of death. muse smile on me again.
he sure was pretty. he left an indelible mark on my mirror, my eyes, his eyes, fixated on one another for a split few seconds. inspiring me, lingering over me, killing me slowly with it’s complete and utter beauty. I am ruined for the better. The muse that took my soul.
Pretty good band from England.black holes and reverlations and the like. Also greek. I obviously need one to do this. Nene is not much inspiration. Go Nuggets. Billups is their muse right now.
Harold’s muse was in the form of a white-haired sometimes stinky, sometimes loveable poodle by the name of Muffin. She was all that he had left in life, and it showed.
It’s a mammal. Like. It lives in the snow. Between the mountains covered with snow. Everything with snow. It’s amaaazing! It stinks like a moose xD Lol. Wtf am I writing?
you were my muse. you inspired me beyone belief. you meant everything to me. yet somehow you were cruel enough to throw it all away, leave me alone, upon the shelf, to gather dust.
muse is the prettiest girl in school. Everybody wants her to be the “MUSE”. every year kids in school will vote for the best kids in the flock and the muse will always be the prettiest most popular one. The muse is with the “escort” and every year kids will always want to be voted as the golden pair. WHY is this world like this?
muse muse musings about a muse. i would like to have one ’cause if i did i wouldn’t be stuck in a rut with my gut in a knot two times over ’cause i had some sort of bug.
what.
yeah.
i think someday i will like to have a lover with pretty eyes that have dew drops every so often ’cause everyone cries.
I am matt’s muse. He is mine. I have never felt so incredible. To inspire someone is beautiful. I taught him the art in a way, so to be in his photographs- to teach and to create with him. And now he is mine.
romantic amazing aroma what can i say..i am trying to explain the best way i can..but ended up .losing
the girl sits up in her tree….
there is a bird upon her shoulder.
the music calls out softly inspiring words of wisdom.
the girl grows her limbs extending as brilliance cascades from her fingertips.
the branches extend.
white birch limbs.
bird calls softly.
it is her muse.
“Stop asking about it,” she said, and dragged a hand through her hair. “Until the muse strikes, the best I can do is scribble on and hope some sort of plot evolves for me.”
“Forget the plot,” he said. “What you need are characters. Make your story character-driven, and they’ll make the plot for you. Because people do that – make life have a plot. But only cool people. Like me.”
She punched his shoulder lightly. “Still angling to be a hero in my novel eh?”
Come to me, muse. Come on. Please? Okay never mind. Come out and play some other time. Never there when I need you. Always rapping at the window when I don’t.
A muse is someone who writes poems. In my opinion it is anyway.Like Percy Byce Shelley writing Ozymandias,
muse, i wish i had a muse. funny how i’m supposed to write as much as i can in sixty seconds. i thought it would be difficult.. but the word worked for me. i had all these ideas as soon as i saw it about how interesting it was that i thought i would lack inspiration and here my word is.. muse. can a word even function as a muse. does it have to be a person? it’s always a person. if the work doesn’t work, than i guess the person that created this site it my muse.
For everything I ever know I always wandered what could be the significative following area of all these things that took place in my life. Everything is such full of sense and I feel like a sense is missing to really know and discover them.
For everything I ever know I always wandered what could be the significative following area of all these things that took place in my life. Everything is such full of sense and I feel like a sense is missing to really know and discover them.
For everything I ever know I always wandered what could be the significative following area of all these things that took place in my life. Everything is such full of sense and I feel like a sense is missing to really know and discover them.
haha muse! i read mouse
This is amusing, you see, this muse thing doesn’t do anything. This bruised thing, this writing is, refuses to peruse the daily news to find a better muse.
I think we all have a muse. The trick is to tap into our muses to help us with our daily quests.
I see a muse as a person who inspires you. Perhaps its the person you love, perhaps it’s your best friend, or your children, maybe it’s a parent, or another family member. A muse is someone who makes you feel good about yourself, inspires you to write or paint or compose… or anything really – someone truly special, who you couldn’t live without.
I love to be entertained and to entertain. its flatering. mostly through lust. nothing seems to satisfy. everything about that is just exotic.
Muses are fleeting things. Like the wind, almost, but slightly more imaginative. It is like sugar, not enough of it and you end up spitting out something sour, not enough and you have this extremely bitterness spreading through your mouth. Muse is like that, the fickle child.
i have no idea what this word means. What the hell is a muse? it rhymes with fuse, which is an awesome music channel that i no longer have due to the fact that i am a poor college student. Anyways, muse seems like an exotic term that could mean something like a whore. I’d like to hook up tonight, so I may have to go next door
Is the best band in the world! “Time is Running Out” is my favorite song of theirs. Very emotional music.
Muses are goddesses of art and history and also are the origin of the word “amusing” since even comedy is an art form in and of itself. The muses comprised all areas of the arts, as all things in the pantheons required a deity.
my muse is my crush. i watch him and then take what i gather and put it into stories that no one will read. no one not even my muse. how sad. i shall muse on this again later.
I wish I had one. I don’t write as much as I used to. I regret this little death of myself, my creativity. What will be left of me?
Some think there’s something wrong with this ABOMINATION of a life and there are — WHEN there are — only so many things to get someone to GET UP OFF THEIR ASS
and
DO SOMETHING
with themselves. What road to pave, what car to crash, whose blood to ruminate in in pensive contemplation…
You are my muse. A light, a…a something. not a star, those are to frequent. One and only you whipser to me.
But where have you gone nowadays? I cann’t think or write or find mystique in places. I need you back!
Some days, my muse is right beside me and the words just flow out of me. Other days I wonder if my muse is taking the day off or on a coffee break for the words just clog up in my soul and I cannot make them come forth. Muse stay with me and let the words flow out of my body and give me the release that I need. My muse…
For everything I ever know I always wandered what could be the significative following area of all these things that took place in my life. Everything is such full of sense and I feel like a sense is missing to really know and discover them.
come to me don’t leave far from me now i could beg but you have no pity reallyreally really dang babay come on over here i’ll be good. please.
I need a muse. Ishould have started my paper weeks ago and now here I am on oneword instead of starting-19 hrs until due-no sleep tonight.
what does it mean to be a muse? to inspire? to motivate? to help someone create something? how does one become a muse? is it something you can make happen or does it have to start with the inspired person?
the muse watches me, and does not deem me worthy to inspire. just place me on my funeral pyre, because i am nothing without my art, nothing. and nothing is worse then death. an unstopable silence is more frightening then the absolution of death. muse smile on me again.
he sure was pretty. he left an indelible mark on my mirror, my eyes, his eyes, fixated on one another for a split few seconds. inspiring me, lingering over me, killing me slowly with it’s complete and utter beauty. I am ruined for the better. The muse that took my soul.
Wherefore art you, my sweet sweet one
I glimpse you, quick, then turn you are gone.
Pretty good band from England.black holes and reverlations and the like. Also greek. I obviously need one to do this. Nene is not much inspiration. Go Nuggets. Billups is their muse right now.
the Lizard King reclined in his chair – “everyone thinks Meg Ryan is my muse – those idiots, they don’t realise i worship Val Kilmer – the fools!”
The band
The action
The love
The lifestyle. People so worked up over jobs money power sex men women politics taxes finances education drugs
muse.
Find your muse, something worth loving
something without mindless thought
Harold’s muse was in the form of a white-haired sometimes stinky, sometimes loveable poodle by the name of Muffin. She was all that he had left in life, and it showed.
It’s a mammal. Like. It lives in the snow. Between the mountains covered with snow. Everything with snow. It’s amaaazing! It stinks like a moose xD Lol. Wtf am I writing?
you were my muse. you inspired me beyone belief. you meant everything to me. yet somehow you were cruel enough to throw it all away, leave me alone, upon the shelf, to gather dust.
what is muse? looks like mute, but not , of course, everthin in life looks alike, but not same , i am too, i am individual, distinguish
muse is the prettiest girl in school. Everybody wants her to be the “MUSE”. every year kids in school will vote for the best kids in the flock and the muse will always be the prettiest most popular one. The muse is with the “escort” and every year kids will always want to be voted as the golden pair. WHY is this world like this?
muse muse musings about a muse. i would like to have one ’cause if i did i wouldn’t be stuck in a rut with my gut in a knot two times over ’cause i had some sort of bug.
what.
yeah.
i think someday i will like to have a lover with pretty eyes that have dew drops every so often ’cause everyone cries.
i like HUMUS