Just a number
Just a number
"Aww here's 1 at age 2"
"Hey, 1! Hurry up"
Defined by a number
I wanna do a lighter post I guess before it's the end. Almost like a finale. I just don't know exactly what to write about, but I might just write about a few random things that...
So, I'm thinking this might be my last experience to write on EP.
I made my account after deleting Facebook. I just wanted that outlet. When I look back to the day I first made...
This will be a long post but I hope you bear with because this is something that’s been eating at me for a while.
I fell in love with the most amazing girl I’ve ever met. The...
My Undying Love for Ed...It’s been 3 years since I last wrote a blog about my first love. Now, I’m going to write again.I don’t know how I will start my blog...
It can't always be what we want
Our hearts are bound to be broken
We are bound to be lost
We are bound to be confused
Lies are a cloud of...
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quietquills.tumblr.comHey guys, Alex here. A friend and I have recently started a Tumblr dedicated to creative writing. Check it out if you'd like :)
I love to write!
Though I'm an amateur, I love to write fiction. Recently it's all Resident Evil fan fiction but who cares? I love it. I would like to become an author and...
Writing makes me feel so alive, like I have a story to tell. Sometimes, during random timesin my life, I like to imagine how that specific moment would be written out in a novel or...
This is For..Shamrock Man.. Don Juan.. Who has been here, Pushing my Lader to Climb, Run, Walk with my broken Legs. He is a Moony. This was our first Convo.. he likes to take a...
Hi dears! When I was child I was always stressed about my parents income. I loved to paint and to write poems and I needed a support. So, when I was 19 I discovered this...
Maya / My Prison Cell
Inspiration: Mahmoud Darwish’s “Prison Cell”
Two windows gazing out at sea
A bright light shines though one
The other hidden behind a tree
Sometimes I get blank pieces of lined paper after **** goes down in my house and write all my feelings, emotions, hopes and dreams. It's my way of letting it out. I always feel...
I lay here on the sand listening to the ocean waves crash as they come in.
I feel the ocean breeze blow at my face.
I close my eyes and see your face, I feel you near.
Your touch I...
I scream your name a thousand times in
my head. In hopes your heart hears it's
cries. Our tie so deep and strong. Can't
you feel my spirit reaching for you? Come
get me, come...
I don't understand why my aunt behaves like this - we used to be extremely close for more than 30 years since I was born, she half-raised me, we would talk all the time, she was...
(to the story of "Kikkuli",
a Maryannu or Mitannian horselord who really existed,
and who changed the history of the world.)
Can you really be blamed for perfidy when...
We feel the pain of those around us,
And, the depths of our own pain as well.
Not just in our thoughts,
Or, our feelings.
But, in our souls.
In our hearts...
My husband write songs about lost love and his "hell is eternity without you". Damn
Songs of course duh!! My fave
Need to leave a memory behind
fear of the inevitable
fear of doom and failure
Need to be remembered
need to leave behind a legacy
so easily forgetting
the true meaning of life...
Free historical fiction novel on Wattpad. it's been completed and it's sequel is being written...
Growing up, I read many fairytales. That may be the reason I believe in magic and happy endings and fate. But it fueled my imagination and inspired me to write. I started out...
Love is magical, pure and nice
Or is it just a vice?
Luring everyone to the unforeseen
Death and blood hot on its heels
Why is it so hard to love
Or it’s the forgetting part that...
I have always wondered why people kill themselves.. I could never fathom what could bring anyone to that ledge. I couldn’t understand. I just couldn’t. nor could I understand...
Not one of my better poems, but I wanted to write something, so this is what I wrote..
Sometimes it isn't the tangible things we need...
I need help. I feel like a battlefield between depression and superiority. I go in turns from trying to understand why I am so much less than what I am expected to be, what I...