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
You were a caged bird trying to free yourself from the chains that bound you
I watched you try to escape your prison
Your mind filled with hope and regret
Your heart a cold, black void
As your mental...
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...
then stepped off the ledge A precarious balance between
Living and death
The poetic genius crossed her mind
Just like he had from the beginning of time
How you changed my perception
Of love & deception
Of endless prose
Of sacred conception
Connected to your tragic...
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...
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...
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...
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...
My open palms trustingly push the dust ridden, french shutters from ajar to open.
Tantalizing gusts of winter ambush my boyish face.
I am temporarily blindfolded whilst my eyes fend off the morning sunlight.
The birth of new day, my face first to be inaugurated into...
Its just something i do. I don't really share a lot but i would like to start so here goes
When i write i am a blacksmith. The words are my steel, the pen my hammer and the paper my anvil. Only in the depths of my soul, where the flames of emotion burn the hottest can i hope to...
and test the waters
there are millions of fish in the sea
go to the depths of the sea there
could be a hidden treasure
why lay on the shore
dive in my little flounder
don't be afraid of those sharks
they might be big and scary
but you'll know how to escape them
go out dive in...
they shine so bright
now my memories come rushing back
the time where i was wild and free
able to breath and just be me
oh how can i forget those care free nights
under the city lights
i shined so bright
oh how i miss those nights
and my once good knights.
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
..You woke my Demons upThey went wild like a storm with winds of 150 mphFire rolling within the clouds, terrifying yet beckoningMy thoughts spinning recklesslyFlames bursting through the skyLike millions of shooting stars waiting to be wished uponBut my wishes were all dark yet...
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...
naughty full heart's innocent wish.
the wish which touches the moon & stars
the wish of flying in the sky
as the flowers are fresh in the garden
i also want to be today so fresh.
i will pull the stola of the clouds.
i will just dance by becoming crazy
i will tie the...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
on September 15th of 2014 called Science Shows Something Surprising about People who love to write.
"You don't have to be a serious novelist or constantly reflecting on your life's most traumatic moments" to get benefits from writing. Writing gives the same brain response as...
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,
and prose and songs and I have to say, it's kind of cool to realize that you loved writing before you knew you loved writing. One I like:
I love you
But you don't know it
Because you don't know what love is
You hear me say it
And you laugh
It sounds so foreign
It must be a joke...
.. 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...
and dreamt I was a feather. A little white feather. Not perfect but small twisted and worn. Still beautiful. Delecate and soft like a fragile snowflake. The wind lifted me up in the sky.
The wind pushes me forward twisting and spinning. I get dizzy. I float for miles...
for me. She called my name so i went to find her. I explored every forest but she was not there. I traversed every mountain but she was not there. I crossed every desert but still, she was nowhere to be found. After i had traveled all the lands i found her. But there was a vast...
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...
as a small child, the day of your graduation, the day that you marry the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, the day you bring another life into this world, or any other times such as these. The big question that always lingers is "am I ready?". From the time we...
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...
skin, daddy was a killer, an abuser, who prayed for his sins. Mummy couldn't help her even after all this time, and when her friends asked her she would answer with "I'm fine." Her sister ran away as soon as she could, she was always daddy's favorite, she was always doing good...
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...
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...
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...
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
It Has Been Edited A Limited Number Of Times To Keep The Same Raw Structure. Maybe I'll Edit More If I Am Called To Later.
The Fountain Of Jesus
There is a fountain on a hill side that flows throughout the year and never freezes. Sinners come to bathe their hands in the red...
alone and heartbroken
baby i know its hard
but think back
times were harder
you are a soldier
you're a fighter
you fought all your battles
picked yourself up
when you stumbled
don't give up now my soldier
don't give up
you're not alone anymore
i will stand beside you
walk hand in...
writing, outside of my small group of friends...whose judgment I completely trust, but I need to break out of this circle and start getting into a community of people who don't know me, and who will only know me through what I write.
I have a partial manuscript that I'm...
we sometimes question things but never seem to find the answers to our questions,thing is were we really meant to find the answers or just let it come to us. instead of going on an endless search to finding those answers we seek so badly i say live for now and surely one day you...
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.