I Express Myself Through Writing Stories of Experiences

I right my thoughts down so i can burn them and i don't ever have to see them again. It also helps me forget it.

More like I used to really. I used to sit on the couch, hours on end, writing and seeing things in my head. I used to sit in the school library, every day after class and just write. I would write about my fantasies, my dreams. I would...

This is my story, my life is my story. i choose when to turn the page,when to start the next chapter,and most important of all when the story ends.

The pages are bloody, soaked in tears, and dried in the numbness i have felt in my...

and so it begins. my fall into despair. i can feel it, it gets worse day by longing day.

Let me out of this madness, take me away from this chaos.My head is spinning and my hearts beating out my chest.Constant struggle, a new one every day, Let me out, please, take me away.Anxiety floods my veins, the pressure in my chest...

We ate lunch together everyday at school.
You rescued me from a creep at a party.
You allowed me to put gel in your precious mullet.
We talked on the phone for hours.
You would come see me at work and bring me lunch.
We shared many good...

When she's there, I feel her.
When the wind blows, I know her.
When the sun shines, I let her go.
When the moon is forgiving i get her back for awhile.

Like the tiniest piece of dust floating in and out among the rays of morning sunlight...
adrift in the gentle breeze with nowhere special to go,
dodging the shadows, lost in reality...
almost undetectable, but always there.....drifting...

Sitting here with pen to paper trying to write you a letter. This should be easy, I know what I want to say, I know what I need to say. It's everything that's in my heart and every day it's screaming to be let out, but I can't get...

I sat up on my steel bed, the cold sweat dripping all over my body as the acid reflux burning my esophagus subsided. I shuffled to the metal sink and sipped a lukewarm cup of water, I tried to loosen the paper suicide suit without...

Writing for me is like when someone drinks too much. The alcohol is poisoning their system so they vomit trying to rid their system of some of the alcohol. I vomit words onto paper ridding my system of some of the toxic emotions...

Ever since 2nd grade, I loved to write. Something about using my limitless imagination and creative skills to craft a story from my head to the paper made me feel alive. I use writing to make myself and sometimes others happy. When...

My son keeps telling me DREAM. I think how nice it would be to fall asleep and just live in my fantasy. Then he tells me what it means and shocks me back to reality.

Yes, my life is a DREAM.
Drugs Rule Everything Around Me.

I want...

You keep driving nails into the coffin. You don't realize the grim reaper is watching. You keep assuming that everything will continue moving but I can't keep doing your dirty deeds. I can't go on filling your worthless needs and...

You know when you see everyone else around you happy and actually living life?
Ya it sucks.
I just want to ask them to share some of their happiness but that's a selfish wish.
You don't need a guy to make you happy but there is that...

I used to be a very articulate child, as I've merged into adulthood, that's among thousands of unfortunate casualties. I really don't know how to express myself using my verbal abilities anymore and I tend to speak in circles. My...

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The grass. The trees towering above his head. The smell of fish and chips and the oily feel on his paint stained fingers.

Kat sat up and looked round. The far wall of the park, the one...

Sometimes I find myself so desperate to talk to someone, but a lot of the time no one is actually around or I can't find myself to actually find someone to trust. That's why I like this site. I can sit down and really think about my...

Sparks in their eyes
The feeling that swept them
While he stared at those eyes
In wonderment
He saw home in hers
While she saw
He'll be hers, she'll be his
And Just holding the door
For them, by fate
Asking why they'd felt it
Asking...

                  
My eyes opened to a silent, shadowy scene around me. I appeared to be lying on ferns and moss and as I struggled to sit upright was sure I was not hurt. The wood sprite came back to my memory and I...