Words floating around in your head, waiting to get out...and causing insomnia!

Nice poem:-) Yes, I am exactly the same way, and I have been for my whole life. I think that a writer writes not just because they like to write and 'work' words, but that they just MUST write. I've always had the habit to keep a pen and paper next to my bed, and in my purse, etc. There comes a time when the words just have to make it to paper lol. It used to be that my pen could not keep up with the flow of words forming in my brain, now I keep a notepad open on my computer and I get it down in a frenzy of typing hahaha. No, I don't think I would want to give up on my creativity just to go back to sleep. You're right about finishing a writing bringing a natural high. I do find though that when I wake up, or can't sleep, (because my brain is in writing mode), then once the flow is over I can go back to sleep and rest. There's been many times when I'd find it's 4 or 5am and I'm still writing lol. Even though I sometimes get sleep deprived, I'd still rather have that than a lack of creativity:-)

I don't use any one medium when I write, rather it is the subject matter, reason and emotion that dictate what form my words will take. When I'm frustrated, angry or sad I often journal my thoughts, feelings and the whys behind them. It's a kind of medicine that drains the build up. Other times I use essays when there's something I'm deeply interested in that I compile research for and I have opinions or theories on.
Then there's my creative muse. This one either rides me or I ride it. Some times I'll take a strong emotion or I'll build one up and then stream the thoughts that come, some times with a direction in mind and other times I let it take me where it will. Then there will be other times when an idea or thought hits me and I have to sit down and just write. More often then not typing, as that seems to be the fastest mode I've found. And I need the fastest and the need is a physical one. When the words come I never seem to be able to get them out fast enough. It's a deluge and it crashes over me and sends me spinning. There's this perfect moment when the words and ideas just come and one spawns another and another, and all I can see is the ideas, the thoughts and the connections. I feel a mad thing in and around me and I love it. I love the emotion writing evokes within me when I'm in that state. I let it take me over and I'm half in control and half completely out of control.
Needless to say I find it addicting. So as to your answer. Hon, if I can ride that crushing, suffocating and liberating force of writing then sleep can come another time.

Nice words!

I guess I have gotten to a point in life where I don't really keep a "regular" schedule, anymore. Because I work from home, I'm really not all that dependent on watching the clock.... so I keep weird hours, and it's not that unusual for me to get up in the middle of the night, if some stroke of inspiration suddenly hits me.

To answer your questions, NO, there's no way I'd want to not have the crazy thoughts and inner conversations that may (or may NOT!) lead to some form of creative writing. Of course, most of my writing ends up as flowing free-association rambles that never aspire to be more than journal entries.

hiya fruitcakeliz

I used to write poetry too to get the thoughts out of my head and most of it came directly before, during and after my breakdown Then the words really were not just floating, but running riot in my head and at times I would wake up in the wee hours of the morning and have to write them down.
Excellent poem! and it makes me wonder at the words...
poison in your mind from the truth in your soul in particular the word poison... Do you really think it's poison though? I mean if it's come from the soul
I wouldn't take a way out, those thoughts are there for a reason IMO and it's good that we write them down.
Sometimes I have to write really fast to make sure I get all the thoughts that go flitting through my head and have even gotten up to use the PC so that I can type it quicker

here is one I wrote and published on poemhunter

For love not money.


by Alice Wedderburn.

Share mp3's and a fine you will pay
out there in cyberworld where child molesters prey.
Inflation goes up but the pay cheque is final
wish i could afford to buy my new vinyl.
Work hard all week and take home your pay
seems more like to me that it's pay-away day.
Before it's in my hand my money is spent
on last year's debts, council tax and high rent
A roof over your head be grateful.. stop grumbling
in a stair with no lights where concrete is crumbling?
Why am i working? it's killing my soul
I'd be better off if I was drawing the dole
Rob a bank and do 'life' so dont be a bank robber
but you're sure to do less for killing your brother.
This nation's un-fit people dying from heart disease
lower the cost of swimming.. you're killing me.. please
Our roads are congested ... but bus fares are high
whats a safe train journey? would you like to fly?
Houses of parliament.. where old people sleep
making us pay for those statutes to keep.
There is one i respect.. our Tommy Sherridan
he even did time for what he believed in
but to all those others i want to say this

get your heads out your a$$ and sort out this mess!


I believe in God and one day for sure
that gap will be closed between rich and poor
In times of revelations we all must take heed
to turn to love and friendship not hate money and greed