I am a slightly pudgy middle aged woman ,who has lived a very hard life. Not to say this isn't true of 99% of all of us in this world today, but I am a survivor of many harsh and horrible experiences in my life time. Through all of it I have always been a dreamer ,who...
He doesn't hate gays,
But he does hate wars.
He doesn't have a name,
And he doesn't have a book.
He doesn't want your money,
My God's not a crook.
He doesn't need your prayer.
He doesn't think you owe him.
He won't send you to hell
Just because you don't know him.
Once upon a time…
a myth prodded my mind
the branding iron labeled me
stamped a number
an expiration date
a factory of Princess’
we were meant to be the same
sweet and innocent
blonde, brown, red hair
but our eyes have lost the spark
and our makers lost their care
Book One: Lilly meets Desmond Lilly was on cloud nine. Her first novel, "Cupid strikes Twice" had just been published and already critics and journalists were writing rave reviews. It was even being considered for Booker. Book sellers across the...
I saw red flames scorch the trees,
I saw swords crumble and hope fade.
For a simple word called Peace,
so much blood was to be paid.
I saw the arrows fly overhead.
I saw soldiers shout and pray.
I saw the horses scream when lead
into the battle of this scarlet day.
I saw the...
Its an absolute necessity for me, an addiction even. I look for new forums to express myself. Though I realize EP is not likely a place where my work will be appreciated, the appeal lies in their many possible topics to explore and be inspired by. It allows me to focus on one...
The title of this blog entry is purposefully misleading but accurate nonetheless. The plumbers came this morning to sort out our leaky toilet in the seldom used downstairs bathroom. It transpired that it wasn’t the toilet at all but a broken pipe leading to the bath...
for my writing career. On it, you can find my stories, poetry, and essays. I also have a blog on it about writing and being a writer. Please come visit it and let me know what you think of it. www.acraignewman.com
If I had an unbroken heart
What manner of things to me do you think it would say
Would it be as the chords upon a violin mournfully woven
Of what mysteries and secrets would heavenly harp thus play
To make it out of this life full of treachery
Undamaged though I never shall know...
You ask me;
why chase happiness
or wear a grin
when life as we know it
is covered in our own morbid sin?
suicide, how tempting
leaving the mourners
half of a heart
the beginning to their ending
You speak of souls
laying out to dry
our little hearts fragile...
Called me a freak-face
And stabbed me in the arm with a pencil,
'Cause kissing you is kinda like that:
And will probably end in disfigurement,
Bring on the facial scars
And lead poisoning.
'Cause when you kiss me,
When I was a kid in school, some of my teachers would get annoyed because they would catch me from time to time talking a little too much with my fellow students... And sometimes I wouldn't do my home work, as a consequence I would be punished for being a naughty girl (such a...
Can I give u my mind for safekeeping? I am afraid to keep it for it scares me sometimes. Taunts me with echoes of what could have been. Love that I had lost just because I never asked. Pain felt just because I forgot. It always seems to know when I'm at the breaking point, only...
I like to write, and have several journals in my room. Whenever I get a noteworthy thought – an abnormal thought, or a poetic thought, I make a habit out of scrawling it down. Someday, someone might want to read them. The inner workings of my mind are both schizophrenic and...
I was without mine for a couple weeks while it was getting repaired. No matter how much I tried to adapt and write anyway, production had ground to a halt! I'm working on being productive again. Wish me luck!
There was nothing that you didn’t know about Ian and most of it you learned well before seeing him. He himself talked a lot about his personal life, his view of life and his way of life. He was a programmer, an atheist and a rich leftist.
as long as I can remember. Everyone has their way of expressing their inner self and my way is through writing. There are thousands and thousands of words in the English language and all of these words have so many meanings, and these meanings can be written down to express...
well, I have a short story due tomorrow and this is what I've got so far, a couple of intros. Tell me which story sounds more interesting to you so I can continue writing it! OH and I have a serious writers block right now so if none of them sound interesting, tell me and I shall...
because she don't got a big butt
Society so quick to judge a someone just because she don't make tweaking videos on Instagram
Society so quick to judge someone just because they like the same sex
Society so quick to judge someone just because they not rich as them
and they were the very best of friends. They were always huddled together for warmth. Until one day some arsehole hunters shot one of the robins and the other was left alone.
They were so very sad.
They couldn't eat or even fly because of how sad they were. They just stayed...
A child with ash for eyes stares at you from a stool. It sits there in the shadows. You see only an outline and those horrible, malformed eyes. You feel an empty anxiety building up, a pain in the back of your mind, an impure thought infecting your being. It’s the child’s...
"He's been gone for a long time," I said, looking over my shoulder to the door behind me. "Yea, well, who cares?" said Lucille. I never cared much for her, she had always seemed much more interested in herself, than anything else. Her dirty blonde hair hung just above her...
of a Memory." It's a romance/realistic fiction/drama novel about teenagers who fall in love. I'm attempting to make the entire theme similar to other famous teen novels, specifically The Fault in Our Stars. However, this novel is about overcoming depression and battling through...