Imagination, making musical creation / The journey that I'm facing...
Mac Miller
The artistic process, building worlds from nothing, the creative spark. 21 poems live in this room.
Every poem gathered beneath this lyric.
No. 21
The shards that slice your hands
Each pivotal moment, Each crucial scene, frozen in time, Buried deep beneath the protective membrane
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No. 60
As the fire grew within
The Walkman on the long rides throughout the boroughs As you explored the world.
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No. 92
Ribbons
Ribbons unfurl and dance across your field of vision in the sunshine, their curls and shimmers
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No. 15
To shape your heart
When you leave home for the first time, Someone might recognize you by The sound of your voice, the way you wear your
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No. 93
Tracing the beautiful illusion of control
The mazes you drew in red and orange marker, stretched and floated
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No. 114
She wrote
She wrote a 10-page short story where you knew she saw you.
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No. 14
Comes from love
I watched you with a 4-crayon pack, Filling letters with a careful hand, Each stroke a single color.
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No. 18
How will you begin?
Nights, years—nights, years— Alone in your bedroom, The voices in your head echo off the walls,
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No. 19
The greatest party you've ever seen in your life
The blank, beige canvas stands before you— Higher than your eyes, Wider than your outstretched arms,
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No. 33
Coruscate off her skin
One day you'll echo the never-ending Structures you built as a child In a meticulously conceived sanctuary,
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No. 38
What happens next
The flame begins to burn In the palace of imagination, surrounded by Thousands of books, millions of words,
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No. 50
Your intuition knew
You'll never forget when you feel magic. It'll grab you by the throat And freeze-stamp the time and place—
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No. 51
Until you find the color
Can you arrange the blocks And place yourself within? Can you draw the intricate maze
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No. 52
Notice the tremors in your
Notice the tremors in your unsteady hand as you draw The maps to the worlds that
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No. 56
All the times you felt the music stir
All the times you felt the music stir your soul, So much that your eyes welled up with
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No. 65
Conceive the next magic trick
The energy you spent dismissing Something too random to be coincidental,
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No. 71
How special it is when you find the
How special it is when you find the unexpected vessel that awakens the dormant passion
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No. 87
The dewdrops of your dreams
It's the words scrawled past the margins That are all you'll ever need. Your heart still lives in the ghost light
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No. 97
The argument against war
To dance beneath the moonlight with ghosts across the still lake and take your place among them—
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No. 116
The Dragon's Neck
You never needed to have a voice Those stories just came out As you twisted your head back
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No. 117
Hold fast the ether
We met across the oval, where words spun and whirled in the air like music.
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