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Were you a child in 1976 ?

“Childlike Spirit” by Nico, Photograph by Arseny Togulev
I guess that depends upon what your definition of a child is. Do you define a child by chronological age or by observing behavior? My mother always reminded me that I behaved like a child. Now some people might consider that comment to be an insult, but I always perceived it to be a compliment and virtue. My internal child gave me the ability to perform and write music, poems, solve engineering problems and even design several of the homes that I have lived in, without the accompanying anxiety and fear caused by stressing or despairing over what adults might think, say or do to discourage me.
I have met too many creative people who worried about what others would think of their writing, art, music or other innovative creations. And as a result they became paralyzed by the fear of not being accepted. So if I am to be labeled as anything, I prefer it to be as a "childlike spirit" who resisted the temptation and peer pressure to act like an adult.
"The Child is Father of the Man"
-William Wordsworth-

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Were you a child in 1976

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if you are bilingual/multilingual, what language are your inner thoughts? is it easier for you to think in your first language or second (or third) language? 🤔💭

nurbzee’s Profile Photonurulhuda
Romanian – my first language. We speak Romanian at home and with most relatives. I spent my first grade in a Romanian school. So I know how to read and write, but I`m not really familiar with grammar and most rules. The language that I used is too distant from the cultural Romanian. When I try to write something more culturally it feels so weird and unnatural that I try to avoid it by any means. But I pray only in Romanian.
Ukrainian – the official language in my country. The language that is used in school and university. Language for official documents, studying, writing essays, etc. The language that at first was hard for me to perceive and speak correctly. But I use it in my everyday communication the most.
Russian – language of my childhood TV, songs, most books that I`ve read. Most of the answers here are in Russian, my few poems also. It feels easier to write my thoughts in Russian, more lyrical. But I don`t really talk in Russian. It`s funny how sometimes a person talks to me in Russian but I respond in Ukrainian.
English – I get closer to it step by step. It took me, I guess, some 8-9 years to get where I`m now. School lessons felt too compulsory and not funny. But when I discovered it could be the other way – songs, movies, books, memes, English-speaking friends, it feels easier, without outside pressure, but from my inner desire.
And speaking about my inner thoughts – it`s some mix of these languages. Not at one time. But it changes. It depends on many factors – where I am, with whom, what I`m thinking, what I`m doing, what`s the purpose of my thinking if there is one.

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if you are bilingualmultilingual what language are your inner thoughts is it

What “old person” things do you do?

sairakhan7’s Profile Photoسائرہ
Tick tock. Tick tock.
Repeat it until it gives a clue.
What has passed, what is to come
Or what I'm going through.
Forget. Remember, forget. Remember.
Connect the dots or make new ones.
Repeat it until it makes sense
Or until it's impossible to do.
Death in life, or life in death.
Or both within each other pursue?
Think it simple or call it a paradox.
Either way, life is fair and true.
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PS. If writing poems is an old person thing then das me.
And I repeat things in my mind over and over. And I think life is tragically simple. so that's there.
An old man thing.

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How do you maintain your passion for your art? Have you ever feels unmotivated and want to do something else, when lack of support and motivation started to killed your intentions? What will you do in that situations?

KeepYourEyesPeeled’s Profile PhotoLucas
For me, it's about discovering why I like doing it. My art is poetry, and for awhile I was inconsistent with it. Still kinda am. My main issue was feeling uncreative, and of course, when you feel a certain way, it can become a predominant belief. So I had to disassociate from that feeling. I am not my feelings. I can choose to feel uncreative, or choose to feel creative. So I just started looking at how poetry can be creative, and went from there.
Over the past few weeks I've written a solid 50 poems - most were Haiku, but it got the creative juices flowing again. I just have them saved in a document when I finish, and then move onto the next one.
Also, don't force yourself to write. It helps to go with the flow as the words come much easier. Forcing it will just make you feel worse.

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Steph, I will let you know. Currently I am working with my daughter to publish a book on poems and reflections. The music channel will show student how to practice, tune the guitar, improvise, position playing, pick style, finger style, rock, blues, jazz and classical. I will let you know. :)

alexandermonroe397579’s Profile PhotoAlexander Monroe
That sounds perfect! Thank you for letting me know! 🙏🏻 Aww and let me know about your book too. ☺️

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Share anything informative 💫

Here are things that I know:
the Himalayas are still growing up,
and sharks don't actually kill
so many people per year.
I know vodka tastes
better than disappointment
and you look similar to the cracks of a heartbreak
when you're walking away.
I also know that
we're killing off the rain-forests
and running out of money;
and that this one time a Roman emperor
loved a man so much,
he raised him to a God.
What I don't know
uhh, could make a zillion more poems,
but here is a short list:
I don't know if stars get lonely,
or if angels have to
take their shoes off inside heaven,
or how perfume is made,
or whether all the petals of the fragile rose in my bedroom
have fallen for her heart.
I don't know whether shooting stars wish upon humans,
shooting across lifetimes and light years.
I don't know if Antinous
even wanted to be God,
Above all, I don't know if your bones ache
the way mine do when I do not
have your body's subtle fragrance near me.
I don't know if I want to know, either .

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Write about your first love.

Nostalgia must have a list of debts that she'll never cancel out. All of those promises that she makes you when you're trying to fall asleep - it's just pillowtalk for her. Because she's just like the girls you meet in the bathroom: It wasn't your fault, babe, it was a case of wrong time, wrong place, wrong wine, wrong face. Nostalgia loves to send you off to sleep with the most peculiar feeling in your heart: you'll wish you hadn't given your cuddly toys away, because you desperately need something to hold onto.
But Nostalgia doesn't know where to draw the fucking line.
See, she's still waking me in the night. I'm so much braver than I was, but I still keep a light on. She'll shed crocodile tears whilst she wonders how you are - How's the new job going? Did you buy the boat? Did you lay those stepping stones? She loves to think that we're a story that just got interrupted. The page was dog-eared, the book put aside.
But me? I've got questions, too. Did your girlfriends find out about each other? Did someone report you? Have you taken it too far again, yet? Did one of them release the videos? Has any of your sorry trail of broken souls caught up with you?
Nostalgia doesn't like that. Because you were - are - beautiful. I have written a hundred poems about your god damned eyes. Everything you did seemed utterly bewitching to me. Nostalgia doesn't like the moment that the glass shattered.
I keep saying that I will never write about you again. Maybe one day I'll mean it.

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'space' Jus for the lyrics of the music you love?

I heard it once by chance.
First things first
I'ma say all the words inside my head
I'm fired up and tired of
The way that things have been, oh-ooh
The way that things have been, oh-ooh
Second thing second
Don't you tell me what you think that I could be
I'm the one at the sail
I'm the master of my sea, oh-ooh
The master of my sea, oh-ooh
I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulkin' to the masses
Writing my poems for the few
That look at me, took to me, shook at me, feelin' me
Singing from heartache from the pain
Taking my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the...
Pain! You made me a, you made me a
Believer, believer
Pain! You break me down and build me up
Believer, believer
Pain! Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from…
Pain! You made me a, you made me a
Believer, believer

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thank you for your kind words on the poem, yes i wrote that on my own. i wanted to see how you would react, to see how you felt when you saw those words. i like to trigger and provoke emotions through words, it is so powerful to do. it can change the world for the better.

I agree with you, words have power as well as emotions. And thank you for your poem, I really liked it and I felt better 🙂 You have good intentions and you write wonderful. Keep doing this and maybe one day you will publish a whole collection of poems that will delight even more people! ❤️

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If you were to write a book what would it be about?

I will publish a poetry book. I've written (self-published) 2 books before but they were kind of hastily put together.
I want to publish another book but actually put some time into it to make it look good.
I've been planning to make another book for awhile but it feels a little overwhelming. I actually have so many poems all over the place & I need to try to figure out how I'm going to get everything organized.
I also didn't know if I should bother to publish again because I don't think a lot of people are really into poetry. However, I noticed the poetry author Rupi Kaur has 4.3 million instagram followers so there are some people that appreciate it apparently. Some of her writing reminds me a lot of mine too.

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Did you ever think of starting a blog? If yes, what would it have been about?

Yes I did. It was gonna be about my poetry and poetry in general. Something about sharing ur writing especially poems makes it lose some value to u, or that you abandon your poem to strangers interpret it however the want or even not get it at all, because those can only be written in times of intense emotions only the poet can identify with in some sense. Good thing about poetry too as a reader is that u can reach out to the poem anyway u want, you can create your own meaning and understanding and in a way make it your poem.

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Pregunta sobre música. ¿Qué relevancia ha tenido en vuestra vida la música? ¿Le atribuís algún significado particularmente personal, místico o profundo?

StainTheRocker’s Profile PhotoStain Silmarillion (James)
Decía Vonnegut que no le faltó nunca dudar de Dios porque la existencia de la música era la prueba que necesitaba para creer en él o el propio Shakespeare a través de las escrituras de Victor Hugo relató como la música era todo lo que no podía ser dicho, pero tampoco callado.
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Es el refugio de los desamparados y el hogar de los sintecho. La calma de los ansiosos y la pena de los rotos.
Es aquello necesitamos aún cuando lo desconocemos, pero que en el fondo anhelamos.
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❝That crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore.
Her soul in division from itself.
Climbing, falling She knew not where.
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.
No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph❞
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⠀⠀⠀■ William Butler, The Collected Poems of W.B.

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Pregunta sobre música 
Qué relevancia ha tenido en vuestra vida la música Le