for all of you. Who do you think you are? I know who I am. I'm a...
Yes. I am a dreamchaser. In other people's perception, I'm a person trapped in dreams of grandeur and hopes of reaching unrealistic goals. 'Unrealistic', this word shouldn't exist at all. It's a...
and I am exceptionally impressed by those who are able to post daily or even regularly. I have no idea how you all are able to keep up so well. It's a bit inspiring that people have so much they are willing to say and share so often. The writer in me wants to do a study on it...
in a person, mechanism or organism.
A mistake is an anomaly, in your head it can become root to masochism, capitalism or racism.
I must have understood life all wrong, when people do mistakes, they are treated with hatred, bullying and fethisazation of the strong
back up the following statement I’m about to make, it seems probable: I feel “some of the greatest literature that was ever written never made it to print.” I can feel it from a million graves of unknown writers the last 500 years. It’s a gut feeling. Case in point...
been having a really hard time finding the motivation to write. I have about three different stories, two of which I have outlined into future books as well. But I can't get out of this funk and start writing. I hate seeing this awesome story I have written and being too afraid...
Writers are carnal bastards that talk with their fingers. We live to tell everything. We live to expose our soft under bellies because we are all shameless exhibitionists. We are profoundly sensitive and we care too much, but, oddly, we won’t answer the phone when our best...
for the first time in many years. I read to her all day! She loves my work, and wants to see me pursue it.
I don't know how to feel about this. It's done privately in this room where I've spent the last seven years, barely leaving the house. No one in the 'real' world knew I...
So sweet like cake. So bitter like the fierce tongue. So real. So sure of hell, though no man could describe it. No word could say how this was. Nothing prepared for it. Rather it was unknown. Nobody was given instructions. They would dig for gold whenever it would shine. They...
so beautifully. I carefully edged around the bitter spit from his tongue. I cradled in his words, whatever kept me warm. Some harsh winters were approaching but I was ready. I was armoured with the best of thoughts. It hit like a greater force that had come to take earth, it...
neither one has fixed features
Beautiful than angelic essence
uglier than hideous than monsters
Peaceful like innocent doves
Violent like ravenous crows
Wise as the great Solomon
brainless as the starfish
Materialistic like business tycoons
stirred and entirely dismantled. Every time my phone lights up with your name, every muscle in my frail body tightens and my ribcage automatically constricts depriving any oxygen from entering my lungs. My face usually rosey red flushes ghost white and cold sweat beads lather my...
when you're a writer, but you're not writing?
That moment when the possibilities swarming through your head create a noise so loud and glass-shattering that to grasp just one and put it on paper seems impossible?
That moment when you feel like you are the most unqualified homo...
But maybe I'm just high.
I'm addicted to my e-cigs
And I have no sense of time.
Maybe nothing really matters
And I'm just losing my mind.
Maybe there's something in the water,
That makes me feel alive tonight.
Why doesn't anybody see what I see?
Why do I have to be so strange...
are happiness we borrow
Those silly things,those little pranks
On the meetings asking who got the ranks
The loud voices and those homework fear
Those scoldings and of course friendship my dear
Singing songs and silence when teachers at the door
And talking about the...
But no one knew,
And few cared
For the city
That was buried
Muffle voices and
Hollow faces buring
With a haunting rage.
They lived in figments
Of varied hue
Without a clue.
They colored their lives
The Way I See It
A psychotherapy client once accused me of not having the ability to appreciate his situation because I was “happy.” I thought about that for a second and then replied, “Do you know what it's like to be 'happy'? When your home life is going well, work...
EP, with only one exception until now. I'm a journalist by trade, and I believe I've been blessed with one of the best jobs on earth. But that's not what I mean when I say I'm a writer. I write to bare my soul, to say things I don't know how to express aloud.
I recently fell...
such a creative mind because I have to go to sleep but I can't stop coming up with ideas for my story which damn have I become a fast typer in about 3 minutes I can type an entire page with size 11 font on Microsoft word and right now I am about to hit page 90 of my story
because we love words. We love the way they build worlds and convey emotions. We love the way they roll off our tongues like succulent morsels and flow from our keyboards in an ever streaming river of thirst-quenching ideas. Words are our babies and one of the toughest things we...
I’m almost finished, after 7 month’s of labouring evenings and on the bus (I write on my palm pilot) my urban, sci-fi adventure novel is almost ready for its first painstaking draft! The anticipation is so great that the few hundred words I wrote last night...
words rarely heard, a lullaby sung sweetly as the tide begins to turn
It was something that was said, one of the things I heard inside my head
Sing to me a bitter sweet melody, whispers of what wasn't meant to be
I wrote poems and fanfics and posted some. I was surprised when I got so many reviews and readers.
When I was 14 I tried writing a book. It was badly written but my readers loved it, and then I kept doing it.
I'm 18 now, I have a few books finished, some unfinished ones and a...
Way past my disguise
Silently wondering who am I
I spent years confused and hurt
I think about all the times I've been dragged through the dirt
Do I look pretty in this skirt?
Almost two years of high school has past
Will the negative thoughts swirling inside of my head last?
Echoing in the dark corners stifled cries of agony,
Awaiting salvation in a prince among the mortals,
But the eyes beholding your caliginous allure,
That of a savage nomad burdened by the shadows,
Offering not solace but soul-searing yearning,
With the promise of...
Whether its exploring experiences sexual or platonic, writing must be detail oriented and character driven. The secret to truly inspirational writing is immersion. The reader must be transported wholly into the work. Smell the odors, consume the tastes, feel the textures, hear...
to be an independent writer, silly me! I got caught up in the mood, the moment, the excitement, and now I'm caught up in piles of work. Ha! The key thing I missed was, while yes I can pound out those articals, getting a reading base was another story. My hand is cramped.
there will be one aspect within themselves that makes them who they are. It may be the same ink imbedded in their skin, their body language, or maybe their own way of speaking. The more you recognize their marking, the more they make a connection in your presence without you...
as such: unless you consider teaching and documenting how well it goes a story worthy of historical note. My true expertise lies in rendering the verbose and confusing idea so that it's concise and engaging. My specialty is the study of reality: philosophic and scientific...
publication and find grammatical errors (like I did today), two things happen to the editor in me:
1. I fantasize about taking out a red felt pen and correcting the error, then sending the writer back to his desk to revise. (Meanwhile, I'm hung up on the error and can't...
for a novel, and it's a good feeling. The blessing and the curse of being a published journalist is that my brain is trained to obsess over the lede, which means I can't bring myself to become fully immersed in the rest of the story until I'm confident in the initial bait-and...
Did you ever notice that certain things only happen in the movies, but never happen in real life? For example:
1. It is always possible to find a parking spot directly outside or opposite the building you are visiting.
2. When paying for a taxi, don’t look at your wallet as you...
I'm working at my IT nerd day job (which I'm very thankful to have) and my brain is getting bombarded with writing ideas.
And the ideas don't come in the form of a soft breeze and a gentle thought, they come like I just smashed a hornet's nest with a flaming baseball bat...
before I became a writer. I think about writing from the moment I wake up and all through the day. If I'm not writing I'm thinking about writing. Pretty one track minded but you get the idea. Guess I'm what I'm supposed to be.