Shelley’s servant”. Wasn’t that a wonderful gesture of humility by someonewho was such a great poet himself? And later, Bharatiyar had his own dasan, the poet Subburathinam, who tookthe pen name Bharathidasan. Subburathinam’s poetry inspired...

Forcing the muse to let thoughts flow; equals to pushing a child, into labor.

There is also a third kind of madness, which is possession by the Muses, enters into a delicate and virgin soul, and there inspiring frenzy, awakens lyric….But he, who, not being inspired and having no...

Outline of your frameMy paper witness your silhouetteSipping in coffeeMy muse, my Juliet.Afternoon spent,In hungry desiresEnding with a kissOn your coffee lips.

Throughout her life, she behaved as if she had never heard anyone suggest that a woman couldn’t do entirely as she pleased.

This is the other secret that real artists know and wannabe writers don’t. When we sit down each day and do our work, power concentrates around us. The Muse takes note of our dedication. She...

If you hurt Muse, I will hunt you down, use every rusted weapon I own, cut off your precious parts and feed them to the hellhounds.” Ryder

Saturated Arrogance…imprisoned musescried to be freeshe took away their quillsand saiddo not bother me…

There is a muse, but he’s not going to come fluttering down into your writing room and scatter creative fairy-dust all over your typewriter or computer station. He lives in the ground. He’s a basement...

Your muse ain’t singin’ on your MTV? Can’t even see him on your HD TV?

The Muse herself makes some men inspired, from whom a chain of other men is strung out who catch their own inspiration from theirs.

Often the inspiration to write music comes from the voices in your head. You’re not crazy. Just be thankful they are not making you rescue people in 20-degree weather at 2:30 in the morning in...

One must give himself completely to his art and not hold back. Throw caution to the wind. Embrace the muse. Make love to your art.

We’re never alone. As soon as we step outside the campfire glow, our Muse lights on our shoulder like a butterfly. The act of courage calls for infallibly that deeper part of ourselves that supports...

I curled my lip at the sight of sizzling human hair and skin clinging to my demon flesh. Damn, I’d have given anything to be back in Boston, sipping chai tea latte.” ~ Muse, Ties...

He always thought a muse should be sex on legs.

The one thing a writer has to have is a pencil and some paper. That’s enough, so long as she knows that she and she alone is in charge of that pencil, and responsible, she...

I’m not a concept. Too many guys think I’m a concept or I complete them or I’m going to make them alive, but I’m just a fucked up girl who is looking for my own...

…at morning, I’m unruffled – I’ll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock…

A sacrifice is not about expecting God to break the bond you have with another person. You make the sacrifice on your own because God is more important than the bond.

If you schlep a shit job everyday, keep and feed a little secret life–whether it’s writing, art, running, music, your thoughts. It’s yours.

It can pay off, being a hack. Given the depraved state of American culture, a slick dude can make millions being a hack. But even if you succeed, you lose, because you’ve sold out your...

When demons call you the Mother of Destruction, sh*t gets real.” Muse.

Arts without a spiritual relative is like frying buns with water.

How….will I ever truly depict you?You’re perfect, my writing isn’t.

Writing is the best anti-depressant.

…why is my cat a Muse? the cat has the rare grace of never saying a word too much― Mark Twain …that’s why …

I guess my husband is a muse as well.

The hours spent forming a written work can make one obsessive, distracted, compulsive, and neurotic even, especially when it comes to those rare, precious occasions of streaming pure inspiration. To have a muse moment interrupted...

Sometimes there is no right thing. Sometimes wrong wins, and that’s okay. Life doesn’t have cooker-cutters for right and wrong, Ryder. There’s that messy gray area in between, and I sure hope I’m not the...

Thus far and no farther.

sometimes i wake upin the middleof the nightand findpoetry splatteredall over my bed.

Early in her career, Muse engaged her skills for technical purposes, such as document translation and schematic visualizations for government entities. She continued to write and paint poetically, in secret, using her pen name, Muse....

…you do violence with your words if you force them – art is given – the words received, moment by moment from unseen hands – call it a Muse …

Then I knew: this wasn’t just a passion I felt for my model. My feelings about him had nothing to do with how his looks inspired me; he was far more than a muse. With...

In Poems of Love and Light: The Light of The Sun…Our Breath as One, the tenor seems to have changed slightly, as the progression of Love and lovers is, in many cases (if not all)...

Laughing in my ear is a muse amused by how I paint her whims on paper with silly words.

Half demon, half human, wholly f*cked.” ~ Muse

The absence of a muse can be even more inspirational than its presence

A true leader leads for the sake of love and his knowledge of the path, a bad leader redirects his followers to the path of destruction.

some poems frothand foam and rise…out of my morning cup ofmist-sweetened coffee.

Muse’s creations are predominately lyrical often resulting in poetic sonnets and fairytale like art.

…you want things to remain the same, which they never can, and so you’re wounded by your own feelings & resentful others don’t seem to care…

Akil, humans have these wonderful little things we like to cling onto, called souls. The jury’s still out as to whether demons have them, I sincerely doubt you do.” ~ Muse.

Unrequited love is the infinite curse of a lonely heart.

If I ever saw my muse she would be an old woman with a tight bun and spectacles poking me in the middle of the back and growling, “Wake up and write the book!

I’m just a wretched half-blood girl caught in a storm.”Akil tasted his wine and smiled. “Muse, you are the storm.

Ah!” said Rabbit, who never let things come to him, but always went and fetched them.

Sitting to think of what to write will only set your ass on fire, give you headache, twist your face to look stupid, instead, walk around with a blank mind and something from somewhere will...

my poetry is merely a body.you are the soul in my words.