I love pencils that feel strong. Example pencils that say hb-2.
If a pencil feel weak I won't use it. I won't use it because the pencil feel weak. It's hard to explain. The...
Oh how i love Pencil Skirts!! the feeling of the material hugging tight to my body. I love how they make me feel almost trapped in them. i love to wear a tight fitting stretch top...
"she would.of been named Lilith"
She would of been named Lilith
Her middle names would of been Sky, or Dreamer, or maybe even Rave
Something that was our own little joke
I got film, but I prefer writing novels.
I am character writer.
I also took What your greatest...
I just joined this website and this is my first post.
Last week, I graduated from college and soon, I’ll undoubtedly start my career. For the last few years, I’ve felt a...
THIS IS ALL OF MY POETRY I HAVE TYPED, AND IT IS DARK< VERY DARK.
You see my cuts
Not my scars
You see my smile
Not my tears.
You see my friends
Not my enemies
you see my mask...
Brighter by Patent Pending
Have you ever been so far below?
You could only see light using a telescope.
pointed up to the skyy and wonder why does hope Feel so far but look so...
I prefer vaping. I got the O.pen vape and use it daily
I feel I enjoy writing to you here what my heart wants to .No politically correct statement needed, no mask to wear I can be me ,I have the liberty here to write all craps emptying...
Words, Pictures, Stories, Memories ...Everything
Runs through my mind,
threatening to drive me insane.
The longer they are trapped inside,
the bigger the threat.
This day. I appreciate my parents even more because i just realized that theres lots of kids out there whos looking for the love of their parents and I got both. Although my mom...
Burn my heart in the blaze,
Watch the flames dance with passion,
Lighting colours of red and golden amber into the night sky.
Watch the flames die,
The cold heat that remains...
Rainbow colours and sunsets bleed into the sea,
Leaving a path of crimson and green.
The inky sky silent as the stars illuminate,
Lighting the colours that glisten on the crest of...
My New Life:Part 8
I ran and ran and ran, back to my tent, back to everything I knew. I don't know if he was telling the truth or not, and a part of me does not care. Here, I know...
Every day I try and find a new way
To tell you how much I miss you
Every day I try and find a different way
To tell you that I love you
Every day I try and find a new different...
The rain woke me. I thought I would write you a story based on my life.
Mom and I have always had a thing for rain, we love the idea of watching the rain as we have hot coco, or...
I really do. it's what I like for - it's the source of my passions, the drug that easily gets me high, the thing that keeps me alive. I am in love with the feeling of being able to...
My boyfriend works at night, he is allowed to use email when there isn't much going on, I work during the day but to keep him company sometimes I write him short stories that'll...
Out of sight, out of mind,
Out of time, to decide.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life. [x2]
My number 1 fan
I write with the light...
It is wise, in the world of dark poetry, to pick your wound before your pen. We see through the facades, the faux anguish some people craft to try and relate. Art and beauty are...
I am a twenty-seven year old ineffectual intellectual who tries to pen down all the thoughts that keep him up at night. As an aspiring writer, I write everything from fiction to...
I miss not having someone to write to. I don't know why but there is something about a pen and paper. It shows more feeling then the technology we have nowadays.
I love art, digital art, concept art, game art, abstract art, paintings, design, typography, all that stuff. I love to look at art and to make it, but my favourite is to draw...
Tonight is one of those moments where I reflect to a time in past,I gaze blindly;I am in a trance,watching the lace white curtain dance slowly like a heartbeat off windows edge...
Postcards from Italy... by moiYou sent me a postcard from Italy,Of your travels that summer,One after another, a trail leading everywhere.Low sun and orange skies,Heat and...
[I am]~~ I am a gift from my source~ born out of good love~ here to give service and love~~ I am the child of my parents~ nurtured by their character and care~ sent away at an...
Addict with a pen
As she writes on her skin
Now this is a sin
Now the story really begins
And she's in chains
She can't explain
She wants to drain,what goes on in her brain
I wrote to an inmate in US and it was it best and worst experience I ever had .I genuinely wrote in with my purest intention but I then know that there is a reason why they are...
I was still grieving for the loss of my two dear old pals, within a month of one another, when my daughter dragged me to the dog rescue centre. The kennels were octagonal, so that...
Him and kathleen madigan are pals.
He got to hug her.
And she got to hug him.
In my mind.
Am so jealous of both.
Baby, I'm the pen
You're the paper
Let's write our own happily ever after. 😘❤️