of someone you care for
When death is staring you in the face, and all you can do is stare back
Sometimes it's hard to accept that life keeps moving
It doesn't wait for you
It doesn't stop for you
Or your loved ones
It keeps moving, and you have to keep moving with it...
it's from loss of
The salty waves, crashing
Onto my pages
Whether it's too dark in the forest, or
Too light in
I write until I can't write anymore, because
My heart is made of
And my soul, of
Something I wrote on the way to dance, between...
since before I started school. But I haven't written in months. I used to rely of writing for my release, but over the years it's just kind of stopped working. Now when I write I get stressed, and even if something makes me happy for a bit I always end up hating myself when I...
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...
who is a villain to both good and bad characters
We are told about monsters when we’re little but not knowing where they are always made us wonder where are they? Under our beds, in our closest or the wind that blows through your hair at night.
Well what if your parents...
I begin to search for the light switch. He growling grew louder the faster my hands moved. My heart pounding, my head spinning, my eyes try to adjust but struggle as my sweat slowly rolls down my forehead and on to my glasses. Something begins to claw at the walls in front of me...
I saw u..my eyes dazzled by your glow..
my heart started racing
and my mind stood still
stunned by your beauty
it had so much colours to fill
so my mind took its time
and i held my breath,
and then i forgot to breath
for moments that changed to days
and days which turned to years...
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...
It's a way to express myself. Sometimes it's hard to tell if people are listening when you're speaking...on the other hand you can't tell if people are absorbing what they're reading either.
I love to write because it lets me comprehend my thoughts. It feels like I have ADHD...
. Or princesses waiting for their prince.
I saw life as a complete disaster. Where i always wait if the darkness will soon come and swallow me.
I saw life as if its the sea that can drown me, as if i'm pinochio's father swallowed by the whale of fear...
I saw life.. Life that...
into something dark and beautiful and make stories out of it. Writing is like a type of therapy to me, but I'm one of those people who never finishes a story. I'd love to, but if I can't think of an amazing ending, I'd rather have no ending at all. Weird, huh?
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...
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.
please give me feedback, enjoy<3
Journal of the Destroyed
The world was turned to debris in a little less than a week due to the swift conflagration. Where the colossal buildings once stood is left to ash and dust. There are few people left in our frigid city...
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...
her delicate heart
was broken by years,
was killed by family
They blew out her candle,
the candle of enthusiasm.
They buried her talent.
They let her young soul
Yes, you dad.
You love 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 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...
that are so unhealthy that they live to destroy anything that gets in the way of what makes them feel better. Those are the people that you must guard your heart from.
Slowly you'll learn that those people aren't always evident in society, it may take a lot of time and emotion...
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...
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 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...
as she stares back into mine. Everything is silent. The world around is has disappeared, it's just us, standing in the center of the universe. Our fingers slightly touch as we move closer together, our bodies so close I could feel her heartbeat. I look down at her lips as I bite...
killing myself every single day of my life, but I'm too much of a coward to go through with it. I'm sick of living. I have no friends, and I never will. Everytime I think i find out, they abandon me and make me more suicidal than ever. I am so sick and tired of this waste of an...
I tell you of this one episode from the life of William the Shakespeare,
Don’t blame me if it sends you into a fit of despair.
So, a fine morrow saw the popular Mr. Shakespeare
Indulged in some elicit writing affair.
Not that something new hath happened but,
The crazy poet...
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...
books for about three years now and I'm about to rewrite the first one (don't like it). I'm looking for a nice small town, one with either a lake or a coastline view.. Any suggestions? I'm having trouble finding one with great scenery. I would appreciate the help.
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 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...
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...
Ever since I first learned how to put my ideas to paper I have loved it.
It's my escape. Yes, I am isolated from the real world because I just write, I never really talk to anyone, but I love it. I love the silence, I love the sound of my fingers hitting the keys as I write...
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...
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,
leaving this world to join another... or so I like to think.
"A few hours."
That's what he said, the man in the white. The man who was supposed to save you, but couldn't. But you were ready to go, I know it, you've told me. You said that you weren't afraid, and that you...
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. ...
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...
or iPad or anything similar, there is an app called Pixotale you can use to write. Its similar to a picture book in a way. Its a really neat app. My account is under Malika Shimizu. Hopefully i'll see some of you there! :)
.. 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...
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...
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...
To distant places.
To lost lands and open seas.
To only hopes and broken dreams.
I love to write.
About nothing and everything.
About why I can and why I can't
Writing is my life.
It is happy
It is me.
It is you.
It is we.
As you can see
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,
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...