She had a tendency of dazzling those around her with her creativity. She was unstoppable, dynamic. All of the others assumed that it was simply just for the joy of self-expression, but that, like so much else in the world, was wrong. It was to make the noises clamoring in her head—if only for just a little while.
I’d write you a poem. Actually, I already have, several in fact. Too bad they’re all love poems. I tried to stay in the friendship realm, but you’re just too wonderful.
Is something I pride myself on having. I mean everyone thinks I can come up with a million ideas a minute. Truth? I can’t. I have no idea where my talent of this beautiful concept has gone but I want it, I crave it. I sit around anxious of when my next idea will hit.
I still remember
When you asked me to paint you the skies
And I’d brush hues of blue over
your canvas of lies
And I still remember
When you asked me to paint you the sea
And how I’d spatter emerald rivers
Across the pockets
of your hidden misery
So I wish you’d remember when
Hands unsteady
Unable to see
I implored you to look, to uncover the me
You’d so skillfully painted
with your escapist creativity.
Creativity is what makes us all unique. It unites us in our differences.. It suspends our ideas in a concrete form. It shapes the arts and cultures of the planet. It paves the way for us to think outside of the box and question authority.
So this girl always thinks outside of the box. She is so out of the box, that she believes there isn’t even a box there. It’s all in our head. This box. We label ourselves. We don’t realize it, but this girl lives inside all of us. We just have to remove that giant box in our head and just THINK!
Creativity is the ability to rearrange the pieces of the world in a way to convey the world in a way better than the world conveys itself – to provide a microscope into the true essence of the world that we miss in our everyday experience.
creativity would streak these streets
if the blood would stop pumping for maybe
five, six seconds or so
but instead we’ve become accustomed to the taste
like cheap wine or bad coffee
it could have been better if we tried
but instead we’d left it to die just like everything
else.
create your own world with
your mind. it doesn’t have
to flow by time. what other
ways can you make
it flow? i’ll show you once
it’ll happen once
catch it, fall with it,
make it your own.
is something that is hard to express in this world. It is something people struggle with on a daily basis. I wish I was creative and good enough but sadly I feel as if im constantly failing at life all the time. Creativity is key.
streaks across the skies
in banners of blue and white
illuminated by the silky light of sun and moon.
today a butterfly, tomorrow a kite.
a hurricane,
a cloud,
a terrible cloud.
double edged power, this is.
is a lost thing in a vast forest of noise that keeps encroaching on what I’m trying to do. Creativity right now is fleeting, and seems only to work in outlining the world in the novel but not in the actual words. nothing is coming, instead of something.
is for losers. Is for people who don’t have attitudes, or have more attitudes than I have right now because I feel dead and winterized and stuck in this place and unable to put anything on paper. This even feels like it stinks. I can’t light onto anything, I don’t know if it is because there hasn’t been any reading for me lately or whatever, but I can only seem to be creati
creativity is something we search for so often yet when it’s truly found it’s dismissed as absurd or lunacy. it’s the omnipresent and never quite focused treasure we search after but forget about it the name of convenience
A way of life to express yourself as a human being. Creativity is what makes our world beautiful, colorful, perfect. How it is. We can express ourselves without being judged. In different ways, sculpture, painting, design, and color.
I look at them And then I look at me. What am I? What do I do?
I am worthless.
Not a sense of creativity.
No masterpieces
No true art.
I am a piece, a stolen piece of everyone else.
It makes you clever and it is a great way to expresss yourself as a human being. A way to express yourself without having others judge you. It is a way of life. A way of creativity. It makes the world around you beautiful, not perfect but beautiful. Worth while, not worth everything, but worth a lot.
creativity, cavity, fill the cavity with creativity. Fill it so that creativity flows over the edges, down the sides and puddles around the bowl, once empty,
THIS IS EVERYTHING IT IS DELISIOUS IT KEEPS YOU WARM AND GIVES A GREAT FEELING OF ACCOMPLISHMENT AND LOVE AND IT TAPS INTO THE MOST HUMAN PART OF YOURSELF AND THE UNIVERSE
I got an A for creativity, but not for productivity. I could come up with ideas a-plenty, but I couldn’t be arsed to commit to any of them. I had the blueprint, but not the energy. The plan, but not the crew. I was, in every sense of the word, the visionary of the team.
So when it came time for us to commit to the government-wide reform project, I was the mastermind. But everyone else who enforced it – they were the ones who got the seats of power, while I hovered in the back, melting in with the shadows.
it’s like a river, rushing forward as you get caught up in the current. flowing like ecstasy through your veins, pouring out in the form of colours, lines, words. a divine waterfall. flow with it, and life will never be painted dull.
wow! I can’t believe I came up with that! this wonderful piece done from that pile of junk. It just came to me in a flash like I saw the finished product and I just followed some ethereal directives…
I’m not a very creative person. It’s taken a lot for me to come up with the little words that are already present on this page. Nothing fuels it; not booze, not weed, not women.
Creativity flowed out of me and onto the page. Lines, colors, shapes, all dancing together to form a masterpiece. Hours later, I set my pencils down and looked at what I made. It was me…but not. A face no one, not even I, had seen before.
Creativity is a challenging concept. SOme people are creative without even realizing it while for others it may be the hardest thing to do. It’s not constant either. People go between having the best ideas in the world to complete blocks the next day. It’s a neverending vicious cycle. However sdf
Brain, grey matter flowing, pumping, heartbeat of sparks: its the blue neon to the red, juxtaposition of reality into the idealistic imagination of long lost innocence, clouds swarming, sun rain falling, patter patter; now we’re breathing in the enlightenment.
Creativity does not have a respect for time. It calls at all hours: in day and in night, before and during and after work, distracting and claiming your precious time as its own. It is ignorant of your social life, of your biological need to eat and to sleep. It is as a fire that burns in one’s breast: an all-consuming flame of passion, shedding light on words that only you can see.
Creativity. Stuck like honey to the roof of her mouth. She gagged, chocked, and also spat it out. It was never her strong point. People like her yearned for order and black and white to keep the world from becoming too colorful.
While cutting the papers for the origami class, Naka shifted his gaze towards his right. The sunlight was beaming through the blinds of the classroom, shining right onto Mikako’s brilliant brown hair. Her hair was the longest in the class. Longest and waviest. He wanted to sink his face into her hair, feel its toils curl around his face as he would fall asleep in a blissful aura of pine forest.
Creativity does not have a respect for time. It calls at all hours: in day and in night, before and during and after work, distracting and claiming your precious time as its own.
He painted the abyss in the night sky with his hands. With shaky fingers, he slashed galaxies, and with his toes, he dotted millions of stars. And with edged fingernails, he depicted burning meteors.
Wiley beast that hides itself, and in doing so causes frenzied and ultimately futile searching within and without; and when it is of course not found by human hooks and crooks, it causes tearful eyes to be raised to the heavens – Why hast thou forsaken me? – only to be cast to the pit of Despair, threatened by consumptive flames – Buck up, knave, and go forth! Stab it with your steely knife! – But My Lord, Creativity will not be found by one so grasping! And even if it were possible, My Lord, it would not hold still!
Creativity… does it mean weird? Often the two are mistaken…. Nurture the odd thoughts that pass through your head fleetingly. It is those that change the world.
Oh when my creativity peaks I want to stay up for hours and write and write. The problem is I want to get crafty, too and I envision all the things I want to make. Usually it’s the middle of the night and i can’t find the place that is open…nor do I have enough hands to do everything that i want!
She had a tendency of dazzling those around her with her creativity. She was unstoppable, dynamic. All of the others assumed that it was simply just for the joy of self-expression, but that, like so much else in the world, was wrong. It was to make the noises clamoring in her head—if only for just a little while.
The world is cold and bleak. It is draining the life out of me. I have lost my creativity. I want to fell happiness. I am looking for inspiration.
I’d write you a poem. Actually, I already have, several in fact. Too bad they’re all love poems. I tried to stay in the friendship realm, but you’re just too wonderful.
Is something I pride myself on having. I mean everyone thinks I can come up with a million ideas a minute. Truth? I can’t. I have no idea where my talent of this beautiful concept has gone but I want it, I crave it. I sit around anxious of when my next idea will hit.
I still remember
When you asked me to paint you the skies
And I’d brush hues of blue over
your canvas of lies
And I still remember
When you asked me to paint you the sea
And how I’d spatter emerald rivers
Across the pockets
of your hidden misery
So I wish you’d remember when
Hands unsteady
Unable to see
I implored you to look, to uncover the me
You’d so skillfully painted
with your escapist creativity.
Creativity is what makes us all unique. It unites us in our differences.. It suspends our ideas in a concrete form. It shapes the arts and cultures of the planet. It paves the way for us to think outside of the box and question authority.
So this girl always thinks outside of the box. She is so out of the box, that she believes there isn’t even a box there. It’s all in our head. This box. We label ourselves. We don’t realize it, but this girl lives inside all of us. We just have to remove that giant box in our head and just THINK!
Creativity is the ability to rearrange the pieces of the world in a way to convey the world in a way better than the world conveys itself – to provide a microscope into the true essence of the world that we miss in our everyday experience.
creativity would streak these streets
if the blood would stop pumping for maybe
five, six seconds or so
but instead we’ve become accustomed to the taste
like cheap wine or bad coffee
it could have been better if we tried
but instead we’d left it to die just like everything
else.
create your own world with
your mind. it doesn’t have
to flow by time. what other
ways can you make
it flow? i’ll show you once
it’ll happen once
catch it, fall with it,
make it your own.
is something that is hard to express in this world. It is something people struggle with on a daily basis. I wish I was creative and good enough but sadly I feel as if im constantly failing at life all the time. Creativity is key.
streaks across the skies
in banners of blue and white
illuminated by the silky light of sun and moon.
today a butterfly, tomorrow a kite.
a hurricane,
a cloud,
a terrible cloud.
double edged power, this is.
is a lost thing in a vast forest of noise that keeps encroaching on what I’m trying to do. Creativity right now is fleeting, and seems only to work in outlining the world in the novel but not in the actual words. nothing is coming, instead of something.
is for losers. Is for people who don’t have attitudes, or have more attitudes than I have right now because I feel dead and winterized and stuck in this place and unable to put anything on paper. This even feels like it stinks. I can’t light onto anything, I don’t know if it is because there hasn’t been any reading for me lately or whatever, but I can only seem to be creati
creativity is something we search for so often yet when it’s truly found it’s dismissed as absurd or lunacy. it’s the omnipresent and never quite focused treasure we search after but forget about it the name of convenience
A way of life to express yourself as a human being. Creativity is what makes our world beautiful, colorful, perfect. How it is. We can express ourselves without being judged. In different ways, sculpture, painting, design, and color.
I look at them And then I look at me. What am I? What do I do?
I am worthless.
Not a sense of creativity.
No masterpieces
No true art.
I am a piece, a stolen piece of everyone else.
It makes you clever and it is a great way to expresss yourself as a human being. A way to express yourself without having others judge you. It is a way of life. A way of creativity. It makes the world around you beautiful, not perfect but beautiful. Worth while, not worth everything, but worth a lot.
creativity, cavity, fill the cavity with creativity. Fill it so that creativity flows over the edges, down the sides and puddles around the bowl, once empty,
THIS IS EVERYTHING IT IS DELISIOUS IT KEEPS YOU WARM AND GIVES A GREAT FEELING OF ACCOMPLISHMENT AND LOVE AND IT TAPS INTO THE MOST HUMAN PART OF YOURSELF AND THE UNIVERSE
I got an A for creativity, but not for productivity. I could come up with ideas a-plenty, but I couldn’t be arsed to commit to any of them. I had the blueprint, but not the energy. The plan, but not the crew. I was, in every sense of the word, the visionary of the team.
So when it came time for us to commit to the government-wide reform project, I was the mastermind. But everyone else who enforced it – they were the ones who got the seats of power, while I hovered in the back, melting in with the shadows.
it’s like a river, rushing forward as you get caught up in the current. flowing like ecstasy through your veins, pouring out in the form of colours, lines, words. a divine waterfall. flow with it, and life will never be painted dull.
Creativity is a thought without thinking. Just pure imagination. No filter.
wow! I can’t believe I came up with that! this wonderful piece done from that pile of junk. It just came to me in a flash like I saw the finished product and I just followed some ethereal directives…
I’m not a very creative person. It’s taken a lot for me to come up with the little words that are already present on this page. Nothing fuels it; not booze, not weed, not women.
Creativity flowed out of me and onto the page. Lines, colors, shapes, all dancing together to form a masterpiece. Hours later, I set my pencils down and looked at what I made. It was me…but not. A face no one, not even I, had seen before.
Creativity is writing freestyle w/o worrying about spelling
this.
this is creativity.
this site.
this page.
this one word.
This is when you think outside the box. One can create original ideas which break boundaries and often inspire others!
Creativity is a challenging concept. SOme people are creative without even realizing it while for others it may be the hardest thing to do. It’s not constant either. People go between having the best ideas in the world to complete blocks the next day. It’s a neverending vicious cycle. However sdf
Brain, grey matter flowing, pumping, heartbeat of sparks: its the blue neon to the red, juxtaposition of reality into the idealistic imagination of long lost innocence, clouds swarming, sun rain falling, patter patter; now we’re breathing in the enlightenment.
Creativity does not have a respect for time. It calls at all hours: in day and in night, before and during and after work, distracting and claiming your precious time as its own. It is ignorant of your social life, of your biological need to eat and to sleep. It is as a fire that burns in one’s breast: an all-consuming flame of passion, shedding light on words that only you can see.
Creativity. Stuck like honey to the roof of her mouth. She gagged, chocked, and also spat it out. It was never her strong point. People like her yearned for order and black and white to keep the world from becoming too colorful.
While cutting the papers for the origami class, Naka shifted his gaze towards his right. The sunlight was beaming through the blinds of the classroom, shining right onto Mikako’s brilliant brown hair. Her hair was the longest in the class. Longest and waviest. He wanted to sink his face into her hair, feel its toils curl around his face as he would fall asleep in a blissful aura of pine forest.
It is important to be creative. You need the creativity to bring something new to the world and what else would be meaning of life than that?
Creativity does not have a respect for time. It calls at all hours: in day and in night, before and during and after work, distracting and claiming your precious time as its own.
He painted the abyss in the night sky with his hands. With shaky fingers, he slashed galaxies, and with his toes, he dotted millions of stars. And with edged fingernails, he depicted burning meteors.
Wiley beast that hides itself, and in doing so causes frenzied and ultimately futile searching within and without; and when it is of course not found by human hooks and crooks, it causes tearful eyes to be raised to the heavens – Why hast thou forsaken me? – only to be cast to the pit of Despair, threatened by consumptive flames – Buck up, knave, and go forth! Stab it with your steely knife! – But My Lord, Creativity will not be found by one so grasping! And even if it were possible, My Lord, it would not hold still!
Creativity… does it mean weird? Often the two are mistaken…. Nurture the odd thoughts that pass through your head fleetingly. It is those that change the world.
Oh when my creativity peaks I want to stay up for hours and write and write. The problem is I want to get crafty, too and I envision all the things I want to make. Usually it’s the middle of the night and i can’t find the place that is open…nor do I have enough hands to do everything that i want!