What gives you peace?
I hope your answer aint revenge. It can hurt the person whom you intend it for. But at a cost...Because it will only consume you in the end and turn you into something truly ugly. And even, at times, take over you.
Dont let that happen to you, people...
Success needs failure.
Benevolence needs evil.
Love needs hatred.
Victory needs defeat.
Pleasure needs pain.
You must experience and accept the extremes. Because if the contrast is lost, you lose appreciation; and when you lose appreciation, you lose the value of everything.
and more about it, life, our whole life is filled with many hi and too many byes. But it is not the act of letting go that is painful. It is the fact that you did not have a moment to say a proper goodbye, that hurts the most.
I thought I did that. I thought I had a chance to...
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.
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.
They need to exist.
Without the heroes, who will save us?
I have always hoped to become one of them, but it wasn't meant to be.
I am still trying to accept this. I wanted to be a hero since I can remember.
My whole life I waited for my super powers.
I waited to be given the...
Two bodies tangled up in the middle of a king size bed. Tiny shafts of light slicing thru the darkness. This eyes opens but he dare not move. He does not want her to wake. Even in her sleep she smiles. The glow of last night shinning off her skin.
The scent of lavander and roses...
.. 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...
towards a climax. towards figuring out our purpose. It truly is a journey. Good things happen. Bad things happen. We make choices and second guess ourselves and wonder how things would be different if we had made a different choice at some particular moment in time. But if we...
Hiding from the world,
I used to be on top of it all,
But now I'm tumbling down.
I hold out my hand for you to grab,
But you let me fall.
Down I go,
Falling for eternity,
Because I trusted that you would have my back,
Instead here I am,
Hiding in the shadows,
To scared to let...
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...
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...
black umbrella and black shoes. His black coat glistened with moistness, as did everyone else’s. People bustled around him on the busy city streets, they shoved, pushed, grunted, and cursed, yet they all continued to walk along in unison. ‘This is monotonous,’ he thought...
It took me way too many years to realize that I love to write. I'd have a story in my mind, then when I put pen to paper, I'd start to second guess myself. I'd immediately start grading it like my high school English teacher. Watch for punctuation, ...
.. I have two books on smashwords. One is a kid's story that I wrote for my niece that I had used to see how the site worked. The second book, I'm not too sure what it would be categorized as.
I'm no pro at writing. But it's something that I enjoy doing. And I ALWAYS appreciate...
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...
The earth has two lovers: the sun and the moon. The latter is the spark that shines in obscurity, our deepest dark secrets. It brings enlightenment to our own shadows. The first is warm of heart and bright of spirit, the lover everyone seeks. Thus the moon, just as mystical, is...
I am their leader.
they form my precious army.
which I can change the world.
they are loyal, cunning, brave and courageous.
and they have hearts made of pure gold.
I am the leader,
the one to change them.
before they change me.
She’s a storm in my heart.
She’s the thunder.
She’s everything I’m afraid of, and everything I love.
She’s the rush of the wind.
The warmth on my skin.
The quivering of my bones.
She’s the snow on my tongue...
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. ...
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...
I reached into my heart to find it was numb
Ive already said all the things that i can
For the last time i spoke them out loud, you ran
Ive listened to lies as you spoke them so true
I believed in your words as i so often do
I fell for your games as you played me so well...
morning and even though the sun was half-way in the sky, it was still quite cold and winter hadn't even started yet.
There were a few scattered houses, but the view of the valley and the hills was so captivating, he just stood near the edge, mesmerized. Outwardly he...
Just where we are
The strings have frayed
And in my sleep
I forget your name
Plunging too deep
It was never meant;
Not a one night thing
But there's someone else
Whose song you sing
I'd be better off
If you were cruel;
In the knowledge that
I was just your tool
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...
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...
I did not have the strength to scale your concrete walls. Clinging to the rope, I had no faith in myself. Beautiful gardens thrive inside, with roses, violets, and hibiscus. A coat of thick healthy grass, im sure, lines the tender ground underneath. Tall solid trees...
As the crescent appears on the night skyAt the lovely sight, my mind jumps to a highThe moment I spot your shadow, I know it's youMy heart shines and says this moment is true.Where, where is my little poem ?The one I wrote and folded in my dreamDid it dissolve between the...
My human body is not enough. I need my DNA to reformat, and upgrade. I need to become something better. I cannot accomplish the things I want and remain human. So I choose to evolve. I will become more than a man. I will become whatever comes next. I will be a monster if need be...
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...
. Nothing has changed.. Or did something change
It is when someone dies that you think of your own life. How little in control we are of our own lives. Well, the challenge remains still.. To cope up with it, no, not just to cope up, to thrive.. But how? How can you manage to...
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,
that much. I’m so fed up with people, that it takes everything out of me to even look at them. Maybe I’m just as horrible as you say I am. But I know that I’m not. My tears are genuine, it takes a lot out of me to do it. I hide my feelings, and everyday you make it harder...
I absolutely love to write. Writing is my greatest passion. I have written more novels, short stories, screenplays, poems, songs, etc. by the age of 15 than most people could dream to write in a decade. Writing lets me get away from everything and just go into my own little world...
For those of you who don't know me,
We already have something in common,
I am a dreamer,
A lost soul,
Trying to find myself
Through the shattered that was once my heart,
Through the pain that sieges my body,
Through the clouds that distract my every thought.
I am a victim,
power, something that kept me moving through all the obstacles, the sad incidents.. That power was the power of hope, the power of the dreams. The fact that i still have my life ahead of me helped me to imagine and fantasise about the future life. I used to see myself in the...
My EP friends had asked me to add a story comment for Tassie's story Snowcat...It is about Sara and Snowcat visiting different countries and enjoying their journey. In my story Sara and Snowcat visits India for a bit...
The original story is:EP Link
I thought of saving my story...
so lightly that you don't understand sadness.. You have such an innocent, happy view of things that you don't see it as a cruel place.
But when you grow older you understand why people jump off of bridges and overdose on pills... It's a hard life for all of us.. That doesn't...
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...
Does anyone here have a blog where others can read your stuff? If anyone is interested I have posted two short chapters of one of my recent stories, its called 'Something Evil This Way' and I will probably be posting a new chapter this weekend. I would love any kind...