and college, and I did get good grades. Now I want to make something great out of my writing, but I'm completely stuck. I'm still not sure what genre of writing I am best at, which is a big part of the problem. And plus, there is no one to really talk about writing with, since...
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,
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.
the time when your head is turned
so they can't see my face.
They don't see how much they really hurt me.
what their words can really do.
My tears are for all your harsh words,
for making me believe I really am nothing.
I'm not worth your kind words.
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...
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...
since I was 12 viz., for 6 years. Then, there have been blogs, a few entries on random websites etc.
The thing is that I love writing, reading and you know, words.
Writing is cathartic for me; it helps me unwind, plan my life, cherish solitude and all in all, it gives a...
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...
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...
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...
you hold on tightly to what you know, even if what you know isn't particularly for you. An absence of fear or insecurity isn't happiness: It's just an absence of fear or insecurity.
Holding on to what you think you need won't make you happier, letting go so you can reach for...
Bottom line. You push your self to be perfect in every thing you so and it takes a tole on body and mind.
Writing, for me, is different.
It's impulsive. It's raw.
It's typing my thoughts at 2 a.m. and not rewriting anything to make it perfect.
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 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...
who weren't nice to me, And as I looked around me I knew the answer. I looked over to see one of the "popular girls". I thought about how I heard that her boyfriend cheated on her last week, and how bad it must be to have everyone know your business all the time. Then I looked...
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...
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,
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...
well my name ain't important. I'm here to say, that I am socially awkward, anxious, shy and introverted. Yeah I'm being intense again, so what? Knowing that I have a computer and not some person right in front of me, I can say this without being judged physically. I'm very...
and I'm actually working on a book right now, but J also love to write songs. I can't really compose music very well but I love writing lyrics. Here's one of my songs.
1. Plain Weird
I talk in gibberish
I move around all skiddish
My mind is all over
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...
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...
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.
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...
who helps them their dreams come true.
If samone has the opposite effect on you, because they are consistently inconisistent and their actions don't match up with their words, it's time to let them go.
It's always better to be alone than to be in bad company.
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...
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 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...
.. 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...
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 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...
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...
depressed, suicidal friend who's dying from a disease.
I'm a butterfly without wings
I'm a bird that can't fly
I'm a seeing dog that's lost it's eyes
Just leave me be
and let me die.
I'm as cold as ice now anyways
I've lost my...
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...
when I write stories or poems. It's like your freedom spread onto a surface your words define. Words can transform the mood and tone of that moment, and when life doesn't allow something of your desires to happen, it can happen there. Detail lets your deepest feelings become...
good at it. I really didn't pay attention in school so I didn't get all that English grammar absorbed into my noggin and I can't really read that much because I have a short attention span and ADHD.
But I'm trying to read a lot more now since I have free time.
I'm working on a...
when you covered your eyes
Those old horror movies they give you a fright
You said when we grow old we'll watch all night long
Never knowing that today you would give up the fight
And I say to all those who ask I'm better this way
But you know I still see you so vividly while...