Writing Exercises
" Free flow thoughts from mind to pen produced on paper shared online"
I recently participated in a writing exercise with a fellow poet via twitter called Namugga ( Pronounced (NAH-MU-GAH) she is an Alternative Soul Artist who has a perspective that shines through her music and articulated very well in her writing.
I must say I very much enjoyed the exercise as it was a clear display of different ways of approaching the same topic but from different perspectives.
Seeing as this page is dedicated to sharing art forms from all over the world it would be great to showcase the different responses to the exercises here in a thread format.
You can find all the writing exercises under various different threads via @Namuggamusic Twitter! check out for inquisitive insights!
Join in on all the different writing exercises by submitting responses!
Writing Exercise: The intrusive thought that ceases to persist
Namugga:
Leave, but look at the depths of your mothers love, she prays for you more than you know. Leave, can't you see you're wanted here? their eyes seek your presence. Leave, what good is cutting your story short? Leave, and go where? Stay because your living is worthwhile, trust me
Nomadic Libaax:
Again we are where we started but this time the past encounters do not define current hardships as from the moment we met to the time we are in is a reflection of thoughts caged within. The only difference being in this instance your presence is absent minded
Writing Exercise: The reason behind/for passion
Namugga:
Its maddening isn't it ? Trying to describe something so instinctual. the reason is beyond consciousness, It's a deep desire ingrained in the coding of my DNA. There's no way of removing it and no words to describe it. Its experiencing EnChroma for the first time, everytime
Nomadic Libaax:
Give to not receive in the sense of measuring deeds for sincerity drives what the eyes cannot see, a passion to fortify positive beliefs. For this temporary view is one of moments far and few and an opportunity to give onto others to be eternally renewed...
Writing Exercise: An ode to an old memory
Namugga:
Her mother pulled into their driveway,cut the engine and smiled at the announcement of the next song.The warm, sunset street lights slid onto our laps as Billy Paul's voice embraces us with his serenade to Ms Jones. Silence was the only offering we could afford and we spent it well
Writing exercise: Define your meaning of peace
Nomadic Libaax
Peace of mind brings calming of the soul creating karmic energy new and old Inner peace is reflected outwards And emits its own radiant glow forever in free flow to the depths of which are still unknown so truly peace comes from a place where the heart feels at home...
Writing exercise: The heart that hates the head
Nomadic Libaax:
How do we communicate when we never seem to be aligned and when we do speak the heart of what I say conflates & reshapes what comes to mind and well you never seem to mind or take into account the depths to which my heart is bound to thoughts unfound...
Namugga:
I know you're right, believe me i know... but i want to feel today. I want to stretch and lay on a carpet under the beaming sun like a jobless cat, have my skin showered in kisses and adorned in affection. I want to feel everlasting love, no matter how temporary its destination
Writing Exercise: What did heartbreak teach you about yourself?
Namugga:
Ruminating feels wasteful to me, a week, two max is the most i can physically do. Once the love for you dies in me, even your aura is repulsive. My ability to speak from love even when i don't feel like it, is commendable. I'm not that sentimental, everything from you must go.
Nomadic Libaax:
Heavy is the heart for which the head calls home especially when that heart feels so cold... Giving apart of yourself to another can sometimes come at a toll for each fractured fragment ferments fond memories of old... Yesteryear love was shared and today love is blind...
In Collaboration with Namugga
Curated by Nomadic Libaax