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...
so quick to hurt
Someone who’s different
Attack their character worth
I am saddened by humanity’s lack
We are supposed to be better
Than a two-faced thumb tack
It has a smooth edge on one side
With a dull view
It has a silver, shiny, pretty look on the other
With a thorn...
anybody is interested.
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author today at work. Surprisingly, I haven't much enjoyed interviewing authors as, in all my experiences, they tend to go on and on about themselves long after your interest has faded. I'm inclined to believe it isn't so much that their...OUR...species is arrogant, but rather...
through my crimson veins. A sting of sadness burns the capillaries inside my chest suffocating my lungs from the oxygen needed for survival.
Second by second, my internal clock is running out of time. The grief forces me to shed my scaly dry skin like a snake cleansing itself...
and sometimes months when I do not follow my passion to write.
Thankfully these days are not upon me and my words are attacking the page with great fury.
I feel blessed, lucky and thrilled that my raw passion is once again flowing on to the page.
To any out there who use the...
My friend knows who he is
He will get my very first kiss
He will get the key to my heart
He will get the improv script that writes our art
He hacked into my head
I gladly gave him my heart
He hacked into my life
I gladly co-star and play my part
It happens from the snooty
To us boys and girls
Wear this, wear that
Too skinny, too fat
Why can’t we all love one another
Harmonize differently with the same song
Listen to this
You’re a wuss if you fear
So many find a reason to diss...
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
Is that I really wanted him to love me. Love me deeply and mean it. I wanted him to tell me that I meant something to him. But I suppose I didn't think that what I needed was for myself to be honest. Be honest... What does he mean to you? Everything! Or maybe not... But he meant...
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...
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...
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...
since 2013 year and still do it. I really want to show the World the love romantic stories with some spicy things.I would be really appreciate if somebody will help me with edit my book. To find maybe some grammar or punctuation mistakes.If anyone intrest, PM me :)
"selling out" as a writer. Being someone who has gone from more than a little snobbish about the matter to the classic definition of a sell out, it's something I know about.
It was one of my happiest and proudest moments when I was accepted to a prestigious creative writing...
Are you the thinker of the thinker?
Can you think clearly?
Perhaps you're just a mind-reader....
And that's okay.
If you can't think straight then what else is there to say?
You could be the talker?
The one who says things...
But talking isn't cheap,
Unless your voice sings...
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...
No peach comes without pits
No rainbow comes without the rain
You have to find out about insanity
to know you are sane
No silver lining comes without a cloud
Too much sun gets a cloud for cover
Not all rain floods the world
Some of it is good for one another
There are diamonds...
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...
People stop and stare
People get adventurous and go there
People welcome with open arms
People listen to or ignore their inner alarms
We laugh, we cry
We know, we wonder why
We have faith and fly
We give the do another try
We work, we laze
We shirk, we get amazed
yes you and me
Individuals making up society
In global and family trees
We have our differences and struggles
How we deal is how we juggle
Have your try and I’ll have mine
We can party on, we don’t need wine
People may stop and stare
We continue on and go there
that it’s entirely possible to romanticize a person to the point where they no longer seem human. Scientifically, everyone knows that the neck of a lover is not a lavender field, and that their smile does not, in fact, hold the moon, the stars and the sun. But do you choose to...
who liked engaging in sexually abusive behavior towards others.
They used to have the potential to be positive power houses in society; but somewhere along the way, evil wanted to dance with them. Instead of saying no, they said yes. They have to become strong enough to let go...
ideas a day. From a creative standpoint that looks good (at least in my view) but I am a go big or go home kind of guy and if I can't turn that idea into a minimum three book series I don't have the will power to even start. What I hate even more is trying to get these ideas...
share with you edited and improved version of my almost two moths old book: How To Be Happy Recipe for Happiness.You can see full content on:howtobehappy2015.wordpress.comI hope you will like it.Copyrighted; Coping and Redistributing without acceptance of the writer - forbidden...
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...
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...
before called Bold.
Don’t silence the drum
Its beat is its voice
Don’t silence the rap
Its flow is its choice
Don’t silence the river’s flow
Its current is its dance
Don’t silence the blogger
Its post is their freelance
Don’t silence the fashion
Its art is a...
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...