Blackness. The sort of blackness rivaled only by the richest velvet or the most starless of nights. Have you ever considered what might wait in a shadow,...or perhaps that fleeting black shape in the corner of your eye? Their is beauty in it. Beauty in the dark...in death. There...
To have an emotion, and bring it to life across a page is a wonderful gift. To see something, in your own eyes, and paint it with words. So feel the rythm of your heart and bring it to a beat a melody. For me, living is writing. Writing music poetry stories anything. But when my...
I feel the need to begin this post with a little background about myself (that I don't believe I've shared in any other blogs or posts on EP): I worked for a while at a small-town weekly newspaper (not enough happened in our little town to run a daily, I suppose :-). I began as...
They never leave me. They creep in my mind, crawl in my soul and inspire my spirits. They are my gifts. Each letter give me a quick kiss until I find the right word then my creation is absolutely finished. They are so inviting, they make me awake all night until they convince me...
"I am a writer,of the heart.Words leap off the page of my soul,in search of union,someone who understands,the deep,sayings,secrets,meanings,that need to come into creation,fruitation....in there own time and way,whatever the occasion.""singerof songs"
Words create worlds.
They bring you and I into existence.
I often read comments on stories here on EP.
I notice to blogs all across the Internet.
I check out the comments people leave to You Tube videos.
All over the place, now more than ever before, regular people have a...
With words I create other worlds and life. They come alive with ink and its because of me. I create love and death with words and all of it makes me happy. Its my sanctuary and I live to create with words.
Everything in life uses words.
I use words to paint.
I use words to write poetry.
I use words to write music.
I use words on pictures.
I use words,
words, words, words.
Everything in my life is based on words, words unsaid, words I wished I said.
I create letters, with words...