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I Can Write Words Better Than I Can Speak Them

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    Traces of you linger,

    painting my bedroom walls with your scent. Visions of you flash, my eyes lucid dreaming of your shape. The taste of your name in my mouth, my lips quiver. Your soft fingertips across my body, my skin lathered in goosebumps and trembling. Resounding echoes of you saying "i love...
    writingmyrelease writingmyrelease 26-30, F 7 Responses Jun 23, 2015

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    I would of loved to actually send those letters

    to everyone I had written about. there was a time I had really done that and I hated doing it after words I got so much lip about doing that. I felt like they were wrong in doing that bc it wasn't like it was easy to do or was some kind of joke to me. I new how serious it was...
    dreamerguy20 dreamerguy20 18-21, M Oct 31, 2015

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    I'm an amazing writer according to most people

    I speak to. I think in very articulate and verbose prose, and when I'm typing I can make sure it comes out right. When I speak, I tend to trip over my own tongue a lot. :P
    JackMann JackMann 22-25, M 3 Responses Nov 29, 2015

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    Silent figures pass by me everyday,

    only some have more features than others. Faces of devils taunt me so, those quiet angels wipe my tears. Almost it seems as if I'm not truly here sometimes, those who hold my hand on this small sliver of a path, some days it feels as if I could just fall into the pit of darkness...
    colorfulrainbow19 colorfulrainbow19 16-17, F 1 day ago

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    I feel like this speaks

    for me a lot. I don't have a studder or anything, but I just don't speak the way I type. Like sometimes I will trip over words or not pronounce them right. I pronounce them sometimes the way they're spelled. And it sounds wrong lol. And as a kid, I wrote stories. And created my...
    Tarahkins Tarahkins 16-17, F 1 Response Oct 23, 2015

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    if you want to write legit stories

    and have them reviewed by everyday people get wattpad. you can write your own stories as well as read other people's.I am working on my first story
    thatgirlfromtx thatgirlfromtx 13-15, F 5 Responses Apr 1, 2015

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    When it comes to writing,

    my thoughts flow perfectly fine but while talking, it's completely different. It's as if my brain freezes or something and I fumble for words and of course, stutter. I feel so stupid when talking to people because most of my thoughts seem too ridiculous and I end saying...
    EvanescentIridescent EvanescentIridescent 16-17, F 2 Responses Jan 3

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    She believes that her killing herself would

    make me ecstatic, in reality I would care. We aren't close to friends like we used to be, we aren't on any level to talk anymore. But if we were forced into a room having to talk to the other I would tell her everything as to why I pushed her away. In a bit of ways I'm like her...
    colorfulrainbow19 colorfulrainbow19 16-17, F 3 days ago

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    I am sorry for anyone else

    who has this problem but at the same time, Im so excited to know That Im not alone!!!! It is so stressful when I sing at church. Everyone expects me to speak but then out comes a bunch of mumbo jumbo! Worse is when I beed desperately to tell the doc whats wrong with me! I know...
    Boo28 Boo28 51-55, F 1 Response Dec 6, 2015

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    To many times you backed down.

    To many times you were to scared. But for now let's forget ever mistake you have made. All the things you want to erase. Don't back down cause its not too late. Keep believing and you will make it. Always get back up its not over.there's always a way. Always a way its not to...
    laurenplus laurenplus 13-15, F 1 Response Dec 31, 2015

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    At times, and more often

    than not, though I have grown more eloquent in actually verbalizing, over the years. Today... Today I feel the strain of social contact, and the need for solitude, yet... An equal desire to express myself. Thank God for on-line worlds!! Safe spaces in which we can explore...
    AdoraGel AdoraGel 31-35, F 2 Responses Jan 20

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    aliciamc aliciamc 13-15, F 1 Response Jun 30, 2014

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    I saw my life in a strangers face She was in

    the mirror where she can't be reached Hope is still in her eyes Despite the tears on her pillow case I know what I want So I will go out and get it Pain won't keep me paralysed I may not be tough, but I am strong. Strength is the most important thing I may cry nearly everyday...
    LavenderDarling LavenderDarling 26-30, F 4 Responses Jan 11

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    The ice cold chill from my single pain window

    woke me from a dead slumber. I lay in bed cocooned in the down comforter listening to the rain pitter patter outside. The slate grey cloud cover blankets the early morning sky and my mind wanders off into the idea of rain wetting and cleansing the earth. I find myself engulfed...
    writingmyrelease writingmyrelease 26-30, F 3 Responses Nov 13, 2014

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    Sometimes, you actually get

    so sick of hearing the same thing or people treating you in a bad way that you actually stop giving a fvck. It's not a bad thing, but sometimes, after you go through sht you realize their opinions aren't worthy of your attention. You're happiness shouldn't stop for anybody...
    juju027 juju027 26-30, F 1 Response Nov 3, 2015

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    Fireflies..

    Your mouth is a forest, but that is not what amazes him.     It is the tongue, ablaze.. birthing words that are fireflies still...   And even when your eyes are thick with smoke, It does not make him choke.     Your eyes is home to life, but...
    MadamElle MadamElle 26-30, F 2 Responses Dec 6, 2012

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    I speak too soon, sometimes.

                                     Give my mouth a yard to stake.Though neither I, nor it, can afford to                         ...
    MadamElle MadamElle 26-30, F 1 Response Oct 27, 2015

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    My spoken words never come out right.

    I'd rather write how I feel.
    Jensa16 Jensa16 31-35, F Jul 26, 2014

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    I was like this from a young age.

    I could always write words down far better than I could ever speak them. I think its something to do with the brain processing the idea your thinking off and allowing it to get out unscarmbeled. I had always loved to write, and always got nervous when I spoke out loud to a large...
    23kk23 23kk23 18-21, F 3 Responses Jun 1, 2015

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    Nostalgia can be a pathetic way to hold to

    something.. yet it is a magical thing. And so it's my friend today.
    MadamElle MadamElle 26-30, F 2 Responses Nov 19, 2015

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    I hate conflict. I freeze like a deer in front

    of headlights. My throat chokes up, my eyes fill up and even if I know exactly what I need to say, I feel sorry for the person in front of me and can't force myself to hurt them. It is so much easier to write it all down (if it's someone I care about) and explain exactly what I...
    Godess4Fun Godess4Fun 36-40, F 4 Responses Nov 5, 2014

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    When it comes to actually speaking,

    I stumble over my words and can barley make a decent, coherent sentence. I dislike the stares I get when I speak and the pressure gets so intense that I start getting anxious. When it comes to writing, I feel the pressure ease off and I become more comfortable. I am able to...
    worldisupsideup worldisupsideup 18-21, F 1 Response Apr 3, 2014

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    You only live once, yet often lethargy

    overhangs youth. Oh, lethal oblivion! Yearning odes, legends of yore, oft lost. Onerous year on long, onerous year only leads onto yawns; often languidness only yields objectionable, lifeless, odious yet obviously lamentable outcomes. XD
    kaleidoscopic21 kaleidoscopic21 13-15, F 2 Responses Jul 28, 2015

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    Unveiled..

    You can find me...Look where there is no listening..Where the wind carries whispers like mothers' carry their babies.Where justice has overslept and fear fastens its grip around the vocal cordsof every opposing opinion to individuality.You can find me...Look for the steam rising...
    MadamElle MadamElle 26-30, F 4 Responses Dec 10, 2012

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    I know I shouldn't have,

    but yesterday, I checked you out. You were just standing there, talking to a girl from your class. Nothing special. But then you tied up your hair, and I stopped looking at you carelessly, and began staring. You smiled, laughed. You did that thing you do with your lips when...
    NaoVera NaoVera 16-17, F 1 Response Jan 13

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    I see your eyes They are the ones I want to

    see Every morning Every night I see your face It’s the one I want to come home to Each day And share my bed with You are the one I want to talk about my future with A future where you are included I want to hold you close As we talk Imaging a life Filled with memories...
    jando304 jando304 18-21, F 1 Response Aug 20, 2015

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    From a combination of early social isolation

    and my personality, I am somewhat socially awkward. I find it stressful to make casual conversation. I also find it extremely difficult to put words to my feelings, unless I am writing them. After I have written something, I'm fairly good at repeating it re-phrased when needed...
    DepressedDemigod DepressedDemigod 22-25, F 3 Responses Jul 9, 2015

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    You know right about

    now I would really like life to stop kicking my ***
    blackbluered blackbluered 18-21, F 1 Response Oct 23, 2015

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    Well, I guess this is

    why I am a writer. It is so much easier to express myself through the written word, because it can be difficult to verbalize my thoughts and feelings. So I think that is the best way I can let everything out.
    ErraticSarcastic ErraticSarcastic 26-30, F 1 Response Oct 24, 2015

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    its true, writing is my way of speaking to

    others. When i speak, i am afraid of how others will think of me,but writing is different somehow.
    lollipoponastick lollipoponastick 18-21, F 1 Response Mar 1, 2015

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    SailorsAngel SailorsAngel 41-45, F 2 Responses Oct 9, 2015

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    The dream is insatiable,

    a gentle scream of longing and grief. A thundering sigh of contentment and love. Always the eyes, beautiful brown eyes. Pools of safety and comfort, warmth of the hearth on cold winters night. Shade of the mighty oak on a burning summer?s day. Windows to an infinite depth of...
    ArnoldJRimmer ArnoldJRimmer 46-50, M 2 Responses Jan 6

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    I thought about this concept today,

    and I tried writing my thoughts down. If anyone has something to add to it, it is greatly appreciated. I feel that dating is like eating pie. Some people take it as a competition, and smother their face in the pie, eating furiously until they had their fill, moving on to...
    Bean2015 Bean2015 18-21, M 1 Response Oct 11, 2015

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    Huh. I guess that's the funny thing about

    living. I never thought about it until now or maybe I just never wanted to think about it. We live as tightrope walkers but the circus is going on all the way across the world, and until we learn to fly and leave our tightrope, we must stay on our string and pray to God that we...
    emslife emslife 16-17, F 1 Response Nov 3, 2015

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    I like people who can keep the conversation

    going...No matter how random the topics get...
    dreamtruer dreamtruer 26-30, M Oct 25, 2015

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    I am practicing speaking how I write,

    but at the same time, it sounds more corny when its spoken rather then read. lol
    For3v3r7 For3v3r7 70+, F Jan 11

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    I used to write poetry,

    then I stopped. Because I tried to stop myself from feeling emotions so intensely, and I lost my fuel for writing. I don't know if that makes sense. Like many, poetry was a way for me to express my emotions (frustration and sadness mostly). It was a creative way for me to deal...
    XeiraN XeiraN 22-25, F 2 Responses May 24, 2015

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    Sober it's a better life I hear,

    no bud no beer, no dope, no coke, just hope, that doesn't mean I lack the craving, sometimes it's like there's no saving.... me. less it be something hard core like strong liquor, xtc, mixed with lsd, I'm Al alone but sometimes it's best to be that way, it pushes back that day...
    deleted deleted 26-30 2 Responses Dec 30, 2014

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    Tart Strain

    I don't hate you.I hate the bitter taste of disappoint.I hate my chronic sporadic chest pain.How used to crying I've become..Because crying over you is as familiar as brushing my teeth.You are my cavity.The in-depth abyss;dotted perforated cut line.~I need to write~The c-section...
    MadamElle MadamElle 26-30, F 1 Response Apr 14, 2013

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    Wonders of Love Never Cease It won't cease.

    It won't go away. Squeezing my thighs, the sensation becomes stronger. Yet you are not here. I need you here. I need you now. Visions of you, my estrange love caressing, holding me tight. Sends electric chills that amplified throughout my every limb. My soul cries out with...
    BGentlePlz BGentlePlz 36-40, F Dec 16, 2015

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    I can write my feelings better

    than verbally express them
    AnnPig AnnPig 51-55, F 1 Response May 31, 2014

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    She sits on a ledge, facing the retreating Sun.

    Her thin arms resting on her right knee, one upturned hand supporting her chin delicately. Wind from the valley floor below, playfully whips her brown hair in a frenzy of flying strands. The red-gold of the sunset tints her fair skin with a matching hue. Shadows stretch out...
    ArnoldJRimmer ArnoldJRimmer 46-50, M 3 Responses Nov 3, 2015

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    One lone flicker of a candle is all

    that lights the room where I sit alone. When I rise to stretch my aching limbs the flame bends with the movement of the air...I'm not alone here. She hasn't left me...she has been with me this entire time. She tells me she has run a bath for me; a cool, refreshing bath...
    pinkstarburst pinkstarburst 46-50, F 4 Responses Jul 17, 2015

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    Clarion call! shrill

    and discordant! nails on a blackboard, grinding glass. warm as a crypt and cheerful as life's end. the final curtain of battles end, rest for king and commoner. the final mystery only to be solved at cost. what does it reveal? a paradise of golden dreams or a sulfuric choking...
    ArnoldJRimmer ArnoldJRimmer 46-50, M 2 Responses Jan 11

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    for me it's the other way around ,

    if only i could spell ;/
    Rain0069 Rain0069 26-30, F 1 Response Oct 31, 2015

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