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...
I am what most consider old.lol Up to about 10 yrs ago I use to write all the time. Poems and short stories,& songs. The last thing I can remember writing is a poem for my daughter before she was born. During the 11 yrs of being a single mom I lost my passion. I guess...
heels hitting concrete
The fear in your eyes
Like your trapped in a dream
Echoing from the sound of your scream
It's your blood
Spilled my trust
Temptation and lust
I'll use the knife in my back
And sew myself up
With this edge , seeing red
Isn't that what you said...
" Asked a woman out of the crowd. And Raghoul replied: "Look at the sun, child of a star."
Raghoul waved slowly with his pointing finger towards the sun. "Ask the sun what the meaning of life is, my stardust. The sun is our father and the earth is our mother.
Do you think you...
The stoic bastion
Proceeds with caution
Well placed diction
Not just caption
In another edition
Of our fiction
Dried in anticipation
Fruits of lactation
Love needs resurrection
With lots of suction
Lube provides traction
that no one could stop you from something. i love writing stories and tell my experiances. i have a dofficult life and wish that no one pass from the same path as me. if anyone like to hear my stories just comment ;) and tell me if you want to hear either an experiance in my...
keep replaying the events in their minds in a futile attempt to make sense of their suffering. The never ending thoughts about their emotional upheavals can disrupt their sleep. Writing about the trauma allows them to find meaning in the events and resolve their emotional...
One with no color,
You can still see my face,
But I am still covering myself,
Everyone has their own mask,
No one is who they are,
Were all hiding ourselves,
lost in society,
We may not realize it,
Our masks can never come off,
Society is of judging,
Our masks hide the...
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...
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...
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...
but at around 6pm I was just bone tired. I wanted to put the day to bed. It was too early to do that, so I went for a walk, made some coffee, and now nearing midnight far more awake that I was 6 hours ago.
I pulled out my little moleskin writing pad, where I have tons of...
since I failed to save that little fly in my shower ive been experiencing the worst luck. I spent my day doing absolutely nothing, well, besides feeling sorry for myself of course. When I stepped into the steam I was surprised to see a new little fly in my shower. It scaled the...
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
The once a year appearance putting smiles on faces.
The deep red color casting a spell on weary eyes.
Making it a time for no tales and no lies.
Pointed petals madly going in each direction.
Perhaps portraying our minds situation.
Whether red hues race through our...
Using words to seduce my way in
Into your lungs
On the tip of your tongue
Into your blood
On the shelves of your soul
Where no one else goes
I wish I could find
The way into your mind
You remind me of that perfect line
When the ocean meets the sky...
I was without mine for a couple weeks while it was getting repaired. No matter how much I tried to adapt and write anyway, production had ground to a halt! I'm working on being productive again. Wish me luck!
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...
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...
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
I will admit that I am fearful. I am not ashamed of this and I do not regret it... because fear reminds me of my humanity, reminds me of caution, and spares me of my arrogance...
Fear isn't something to ignore, it is merely another obstacle to embrace and overcome.
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. ...
I am working on a couple of novels, they come from the brain and require discipline. I write erotica which id born out of passion and comes from your soul. But poetry comes from the heart and is born out of pain and despair. You will seldom meet a happy poet. Especially right...
and excitement for me. When I was a child I would always be the most excited to visit family and open gifts. Now it almost feels like i am going thru the motions for my kids and the rest of the family. Don't get me wrong tho, I delight in my kids excitement during gift time and...
And the Spirit of God moved upon the point and in a Big Bang the point expanded. And God said let there be subatomic particles and later simple atoms. And God saw the atoms, and that they were good: God divided giant clouds of primordial elements from the void through gravity...
.. How ?
Please tell me how ...
.. How can I smile
If you don't ?
.. How can I laugh
If you always cry ?
.. How can I breathe
If you're badly hurt ?
.. How can I sleep
If you daily suffer ?
.. How can my heart beat
If your heart is bleeding ?
.. How can I not think of you...
lust and passion
Being consumed in our connection is our crime
Heartache, longing and anticipation are prevalent
If you do the crime, you have to do the time
Lust, passion, anxiety and butterflies
Nothing comes nowadays without a dime
The process of love making is beautiful...
Be able to put people on the edge of their seats, leave them with a shocking twist that sends shivers down their spine. But I have sucky grammar :( I tried to relearn it but I just forgot. Good thing I can at least spell right.
and love and the will to carry on.)
In a sense, lost…when paradise found.
Innocence lost, no touch, no sound.
In my senses, the cost, enough to drown.
My two cents, embossed, in a tin crown.
And I curl in a ball on the ground,
clawing and drawing upon all that I am.
I was well hidden. At least in my head. I was under the duvet and I was pretty sure I was invisible to him. I saw him from the outskirts of my duvet – the purple flowers edged with holes had managed to serve a purpose after all. My heavy breathing was starting to ache me, I...
I've ever felt
is when I imagine
what it will feel like
to wake up
next to you
early on a cold january morning
with nothing but a blanket
and your skin
to keep me warm.
the shallow rise and fall
of your chest
and hear your warm breath
slipping out in to the
but much more of an observer. I much rather read other stories, instead of writing my own. Although writing is one of my favorite ways to express myself. I should really scale up the volume of posting content on this site. I want to be a better writer and I strongly feel the...
Call me old fashioned, but what is being taught in schools nowadays?
I know that it is taught that content is the most important part of writing, not how it is written, but so much of what I read here and elsewhere I have trouble understanding. One sentence runs into another...
gentle green. And with just a glance, I can steal your very being. Your words, enigmatic at best, are as plain and bare as the state that you want me in. Those soft, gentle, lustful eyes drag me under. I am drowning in your desire. Those eyes hold me under. And I, your willing...
Like a sandcastle on the beach that you have to constantly remold as the waves change its shape, we are constantly changing. We're not the same people we were ten minutes ago, and during the course of our lives, tectonic shifts in our makeup occur.
These iterations of our being...
as flawlessly as before my depression stomped through the door and demanded my undivided attention. A wonderful book idea of mine is just sitting idly in my computer, waiting patiently for my imagination and inspiration to come back into my life. How I wish the urge to write...
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
Second is depression
Third is anger
Last is acceptance
Shoot I went straight to anger and slowly turning towards acceptance.
There should be a switch for second and third. I got anger before remorse/melancholy.
It's all screwed up anyways.
So dear reader - no poem this...
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...
I felt so happy when I got home. I felt so much love for mj and I was just on cloud nine. But I guess my flight reached its destination.
I was on fb and mj told me go get ready. I went but I saw how she looked at me like I was stupid or maybe that was just me. Well...
when you're not here by my side.
I'm begging you to stay with all my pride.
I'm trying to stay out of the crowd and hide myself,
Or is it that I'm prisoning myself?
An empty soul trapped in a dead body.
When they look me into my eyes, yet they saw nobody.
Would anyone help