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...
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...
which I got over. But I still have trouble speaking because I stammer and struggle to speak coherently and find the right words.
When writing, there is no struggle. There is no stammering, awkward pauses and pronunciation mistakes. I can write what I want with a fluid motion. If...
.. 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...
because it is one of the few times I feel good about being alone. It helps me recreate a happiness that is hidden somewhere in me. It helps me dream of a future that I otherwise cannot. It helps me to be in different places, to be anywhere I want.
I feel truly alive when I...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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 seriously outstand myself sometimes. Like, half of the time, I don't even know where it comes from...
I know it's horrible and egotistical to brag, but have you ever been drowned in so much ******* name calling and self-doubt and had a lack of confidence?? I've had those...
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...
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...
Whispers for lovers ears float on gentle wings
Finding there way, thru
Caressed ever so gently with a tickling tingling news
Spoken ever so quietly just for you
Like a secret only you and i would really know
Like love was born when I met you
Pizza, is known as the robotic vocalist of Freddy's Gang, but do you ever wonder what is the true contents of that suit? It's a man. It's obvious the Foxy the Pirate had crammed the poor guy into the suit. That's why they shut down Foxy. they didn't want the issue to go public...
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
once in your life. No, Not once. A lot of times. When you found your first grey hair in your teens, when your lover fell out of love with you much earlier than you fell out of love with him, when you started losing your six pack abs and starting consistently putting on a pot...
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...
I get out my pen and put my hand on my chin. I think best when I'm staring out an open window.That's when things come to me. I love to share my stories. What's interesting is that the stories, I don't really care for are usually the ones that my friends seem to love and pay...
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...
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.
forgetting that it is impossible to make new memories. Sometimes, caught in this pain, you even become rude, dreadful and unattractive in other's eyes.
We try to think of great philosophies ,trying to cough out a solution for a life that is sometimes so unfair towards you and...
I fell in sleep in my black pants and shirt after drinking lots of tequilas. My sleep is light no matter what... I am sleepy or passed out from drinking. I hear something, like foot steps. I just think that's the bird I have making noises but no, these are harder... I don't wake...
a little reminder
That every where you look
You find her
When all the doors close the shadows remain
Embrace the ache
Savor the pain
She's written on walls surrounding your heart
The bitter end won't taste like the start
The need inside , remains alive
more special about her than anyone else. She, like most of the population, is probably just actively pursuing her happiness in one of the many fashions made commonplace by tradition and necessity. However, I find her as intoxicating as glass of red wine. I have learned my...
I've imagination. I can dream of organising weddings...of traveling around the world. Of saving endangered species...of writing a book about all these things....because it's only when I dream that I'm alive.
or superheroes. The genre allows you to explore interesting and fun characters and worlds. Also, this genre incorporates most other genres. Such as: adventure, science fiction, fantasy, drama, even mystery, and so on.
colour, sails raised proudly to the newfound breeze.
" Why does it always get windy when you are here?" I inquired cooly, the ice in my glass clattering as I waited for her reply.
" I think it's your imagination. I know how wild it can get, especially in this kind of heat...
Cover my eyes
I'll blindly go
Surrender you can have control
Take the knife , gently press
Open this wound inside my chest
Love this little masochist
Take me to the place I ache
Deeper til I scream your name
Make me face the fear & pain
**** me til you're...
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,
waiting for the sunrisePatientlyListening to the orchestra of my birds outsideThey play so many instrumentsIt never seizes to amaze me.I sit back and look at my lifeIt has been a long journey ya knowDifferent roadsMany turnsSome have been an awesome adventure...Some have been...
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...
as most people write to some degree. They write notes; they write checks and so forth. I write books, poems and especially erotica. By erotica, I don’t mean a description of body parts rubbing together; I have seen that a thousand times and frankly after a few of those I...
and she delivered to me
It seeped into my scalp,
darkening the clustered follicles.
It danced down the deep curvatures of my neck,
discovering the virgin forests of my skin.
Through my pores, the dirt, the sweat,
it made a map out of me.
and yet, I cannot...
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...
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...
or Kindergarten when the teacher asks you what you want to do when you grow up? They are usually expecting the answer of princess or rockstar or something big like that. When I was in preschool and my teacher asked what everyone wanted to be and all the kids started shouting out...
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.
my lapContemplatingWhy do we continue to search?Do we even know what we are searching for?I'm listening to musicIt's relaxingEndless houghts racing inside my mindI reflect backWhat is it that spurs us on?Even after we get hurt or disappointedOur search continues...We go into...
.im sure theres somebody far enough for me not to be aware of his existencewho feels more alive by midnight than by morningand that feels more in company when alone..someone that talks to the starsand someone who believes in the unreal to be more significant than reality.someone...
It can in some ways transform us back to our childhood where make believe was a way of life. After all, we create characters, give them a personality and identity, put them in a location where they can interact with a bunch of other characters and then we create situations and...
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...
I found myself hidden in a far corner, with pieces of paper and little tiny nubby pencils. Writing has always been my outlet and way of saying how I feel through poetry.
Expressing oneself through words can be quite remarkable. Showing others that you are in sync with your...
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...
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. ...