A spinning compass
A shredded map
Your fingertips across my lips
Tiny little slivers
With the shards left from words
That I spoke in reverse
Mixed anger with hurt
And you tasted it first
Open my mouth and the devil comes out
that pushes me around. I go through periods where everything seems poetic and I want to capture that moment and paint it into existence.
I started writing erotic stories a while back and I love it. Love to sketch a woman's desires. I try to write with passion and sincerity...
though I'm beautiful
Even though my souls for sale
My dark skin slowly going pale
The rush of my blood going stale
I can rise like a Phoenix
From ashes to freedom
A goddess like Venus
But you'll never see this
I am merely a formality
Abstract from your reality
I can't keep up
I can see you there in the distance
Wait for me!
My legs are moving but I seem to be going so slow
Do you hear me calling your name?
The mist is enveloping
I can't see my hands
Your form is disappearing
I think you've gone too far ahead
I am lost
I am alone
Here's the time
When I'll dance my way to happiness
And so to think, I don't really dance.
I'll sing to the world
Like a wolf howling to the moon
I'll write as if there's no tomorrow
Be the goddess of my own world.
All these, I do.
Because I am sad,
And its kinda...
Miss “B” The year was about 1959. I was in high school. I was a very good student in grammar school, but for various reasons I tossed all that and fell down on the job in ninth grade. Puberty and the teen years were very dark periods for me…I was depressed and sad which...
but the hunger
Coursing through my being
Whispering your name
Til my fever breaks
I'd place my palms flat on the wall
That might sustain me
Shallow breaths filled with agony
The ache for you
To come to me
To satiate , end this pain
and expressing myself on paper or online. To me writing makes me feel more like myself, when I feel completely lost or out of focus writing helps me bring myself back to reality and it helps me relax whenever I panic and get anxiety. It's beautiful to be able to write something...
I think not.
Do you know your soul?
I know not.
For if We did, we would embrace each others choices, no matter what they may be.
Do you know his heart?
I think not.
Do you know his soul?
I know not.
For if We did, we would honor his masculinity and raise him up in times if...
would that make it easier or harder? Would we prepare for what's coming, or would we just run?
We all get this feeling, this moment of regret, fear and sadness. This moment can either last for a minute or a lifetime. We promise ourselves that we are going to change, that we...
the person I've become. Part of me wants to remain prim and proper and be the innocent girl some think I am. I dipped my toes into a sinful life full of hatred and the ugliness rubbed off on my soul. My eyes sting with the exhaustion of yesterday and my heart aches for the young...
Your mind is clear
Severing your solitude
You hear her
Calling out to you
Lies deep in her eyes
Between her thighs
Absolve the mediocrity
With a pain so deep
Rage becomes need
Your illusions lie...
Does anyone else here daydream about a story they are writing? I find myself so involved in something I am working on, that I literally walk around with my head in the clouds all day at work, and I can barely wait for the weekend when I can park it in front of my computer...
cage on my heart
Beneath my breast
Piercing my ribs with every breath
I'm left and dead set on what I regret
You deny my pain like I'll suffer less
Drive me insane and tore off my dress
To spill the words I couldn't say
They dance on my tongue
Like birds of prey...
I started writing on a daily basis when I was a freshman in High School. I had a teacher that was also a professor at a well known university. He loved creative writing and journaling. His love of the written word soon was instilled in me. ...
The taste of your kiss
Our tongues entwined
All of my demons
Submissive to you
Watching you gently
Break me in two
I want to feel your pain
Driving into me
Because I self destruct
I'll play the martyr
Just erase this ache
Kiss me harder
let him go ; let go of her
We can't let go unless we're sure
For something that can dislocate
Something cold to numb the ache
Something to be our next mistake
Something like love lying in wait
Satans got his eyes on me
With marked intent , selfishly
The cross I wear...
about to leave this world of pain and torture. Was I making the right decision or was this just all an act based on my feelings from years past and present? You might have an idea of what I am about to do but let me take you back and show you why I am here right now. It...
I go to sleep thinking about you and wake up wishing you were next to me.
Everyday I think about the day we will meet. I can just imagine that feeling, that feeling of joyfulness, the feeling that we were destined to meet.
The moment I met you everything changed...
Your denial, self loathing, it never erases
The events, the experiences, inside you they hide
Consuming your soul
Your True purpose denied
Existing with turmoil, life filled with despair
You keep telling yourself, "this is so unfair"
So follow your instincts and work...
they see me as shy, dumb and invisible. But that's not me, to be honest no one really knows who I am, people think they know what I am thinking and what I would do in most situations, and most of the time they are wrong. I'm at that horible age when your not sure what the future...
writing different stories about my life, thoughts, and fantasies besides sex. As a woman today, I still enjoy writing when I have time to do so. I have not had anything published but maybe some day I will we a published author.
so I can indulge,
The desire of what man calls lust,
Just one touch,
I long for it all,
The whispers calling me fed up with the pain,
No one can insulate my desires because I strive for the most,
Call me sick but that I am not,
Ill I am diseased...
but not for no reason. I cant just sit down and write. There has to be a reason. I love sending letters. I know its super outdated but I do feel like when you live far from someone it gives you nice piece of real memorabilia but I've never even met someone really that wanted to...
"YOU have no friends" "go die" .... all those words keep lingering in my head. Why do I let them get to me? Why do I let those kids torture me until I feel like I don't want to be here anymore? Why do I let them dig my own grave? These kids have no right to talk to me like this...
write a novel. It may turn out to be totally useless, but if it can get me writing again, it's worth it. All these feelings and thoughts need an out before they drive me completely insane. My favorite author says she writes because she can't do anything else. I think I...
I'm scared that if I write based on songs by Vocaloids , I'll be accused of plagiarism, even though I'm not writing a song, and I'm not using the same exact characters. I want to write, but at the same time, I'm losing interest in writing, because I have so few ideas.
away from me,
Then my fingers going on my lips,
Brushing my lips like brushing your lips in between your legs,
I can see you breathing heavily,
I can see your fingers scratching the desk,
I can see how much your body wants,
Let your body relax,
Let it flow...
Writing.... I'm the quiet/shy type which is probably why I love to write. I express my feelings through it... when no one else wants to hear me I go straight to my journal. I love how I can just escape the world sometimes.
so dey look like dis: ‘meh’
Unedited stuff from me book, humor me, will yah? XD
"Well, well, if it isn’t for her most gracious in the very flesh!"
Lyanna looked up from her book with a start to see the High Duchess of Varice lowering herself into a deep curtsey.
I write to get out the demons. Sometimes its painful, sometimes it makes me feel happy. It's nice when some else tells me they can relate. Even if I'm alone in my thoughts, I prefer to move them from pain to paper.
I have written for years, most of my life really. I fill...
and cold sweat
Move across my untouched flesh
My bruises are fading
And I'm contemplating
Ways to entangle myself in your web
Cold air in my face and I only taste you
Unfair , but I wait and I crave only you
A sickness of desire
And scenes in my mind
Your touch gets me...
Minutes feel like hours,
Hours feels like days.
When will the time speed up?
Will it ever speed up?
The uncertainty is driving me insane,
I want the seconds to feel like seconds!
The minutes to feel like minutes!
When my eyes are open it's like an unending day,
I haven't gone to school for it, I haven't really let anyone know until now. My best friend doesn't know, my parents don't know. I hate people reading what I write. It is like a phobia of mine. I don't even like reading what I write. Currently, my story is 247 pages long. Yeah...
Pour salt in the wounds
That still bleed for you
Forget her it's better I don't know the truth
I don't want you
I don't need you
Yes I do
Tell me you're sorry you broke my heart
For the pieces of me you tore apart
Your blind drunk and venomous work of art
Floating in a dark and cold abis.
Spiralling out of control.
Then you my love found me and I found you.
You are wild and bright
Your fire warms me.
Your strength pulls me.
Your heart gives me life.
My mountains grow.
My rivers flow.
I am every colour of the...
Date a girl who writes.
Date a girl who may never wear completely clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered...