I Express Myself Through Writing Stories of Experiences

Someone can say something and act completely different than what they say, so don't be surprised if someone doesn't live up to your expectations, everyone has insecurities and a heart that is not easy to fully please.We naturally get...

The easiest time for me to write seems to be when I'm upset
Anger and sadness and depression are powerful emotions, yet
I find myself home to a growing little seed
Acting as an ember, but telling me what I need
It leads
Me to wonder...

Unbelievable that in a split second a course of events can alter your judgement on matters.Who knows where the wave of darkness comes from whos only intent is to wipe out that smile you so proudly wear each day, wants to devour that joy...

I just cut my wrist again..... 4 times to be exact.
This lonely thing is taking a tole on me. No friends, no family, no nothing. Just me. It's just Marcia.
.....physical pain equals out my mental and emotion pain. My knife has been...

The blue Montana sky was a brilliant background to the scene that was playing out before my eyes as I sat quietly on the lounge chair. The cast of about 30 characters in front of me, ranged in age from their mid to late eighties all the...

Silently tapping away linking words into sentences hoping to make something that might be meaningful.... or just mean something... to somebody.. anybody, its hard to write when distractions run around screaming and shouting... sometimes...

I have an unnatural addiction to all things vanilla. That’s not a metaphor for white men, I just love the flavoring. I love vanilla scented candles, Good Hope Vanilla Tea, smelling vanilla extract straight from the bottle, I love...

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...