The God within the Writer

The God within the Writer

A Poem by Tay Greenwall
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Never underestimate the power of a Writer. For this is underestimating the power of a God.

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A Writer is like God; they can create a world at their fingertips and mold it as they wish.
This world consists of that which makes up the Writer's dreams and fantasies; a gateway to their minds, a mirror to their moods and feelings.
A Writer may put on a new face and act to give a good, enjoyable tale, but in the end, a story always has the taste of the innermost character of the Writer themselves.

Some people will love this world, whereas others despise it.
There will always be someone to enter the story and wish they shared that world.
There will always be someone to wish they could be the God of that world with a writing instrument at their fingers.
As humans on Earth taint the world around us and ruin it for those who feel and see the original beauty, harsh words and vocalized hate for a story may soil the Writer’s world and ruin the original beauty of it for those who love it.
But no matter what the readers make of it, no matter how much one may try to twist it in writing; in the heart and mind of the Writer, it is always the Writer's world.
Every reader is simply visiting.

Never underestimate the power of a Writer.
For this is underestimating the power of a God.

© 2010 Tay Greenwall



Author's Note

Tay Greenwall
I had no idea what to categorize this as so I just put poem I guess. Let me know if you can think of a more appropriate category.
Just something I wrote once when I was sick of reading peoples' hate-notes and reviews for some stories; whether published and professional or not. Not just on this site. It is to encourage those who have been attacked by such ones to ignore them and continue writing.

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You speak very wise and true words here. Those who play their skills in ink or anyother artistic venture are filled with Godstuff. It is the essence by which all things majestic come into this world. If artist were to cease harnessing it's glory... The world would surely go brain dead and die...wasting away like dust blowing in the hot deserts.

Fabulous Ink!
Wolfie

Posted 7 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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The last two lines held a lot of power in my mind. The topic you speak about it true for everyone, writer or non-writer and you hold a view which I'm sure many (including myself!) agree with.
I really enjoyed this :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


I really do love this one Tay, its brilliant.

Posted 6 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I really like it. You definitely give rise to a mighty motif of writers, and any writer can appreciate that! I think you should share this with as many people as you can.

Posted 6 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This is a great peice, Awesome.. and i totally agree with your auther's note..

Posted 7 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

So true, and so amazingly laid out. Fact and fiction often doesn't go quite well together, but this one nailed it.

Never underestimate a writer, for it is underestimating the power of a God.

Great write.

Posted 7 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

You speak very wise and true words here. Those who play their skills in ink or anyother artistic venture are filled with Godstuff. It is the essence by which all things majestic come into this world. If artist were to cease harnessing it's glory... The world would surely go brain dead and die...wasting away like dust blowing in the hot deserts.

Fabulous Ink!
Wolfie

Posted 7 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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