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.
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...
.. 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...
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...
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...
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
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
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...
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...
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,
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...
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...
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...
Then I will gather information about you
Making you feel trapped like a beast
I will take and single out every little aspect of your personality and I will emphasise so to create an illusion of perversity.
That way you will confidence into whatever you assume.
soon, don't worry it won't find you"-Sam
"Why won't she, I mean it leave us alone."-Kat
"Idk, well have to try the Ouija board , again and ask it to leave" - Sam
"No, I'm not messing with that board again after we let that thing loose last time" -Kat
"It's our only hope to...
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...
an escape and the best way to figure out what's going on in my head. I started writing in high school because I am a bit of an introvert and writing was one way to say how I felt without actually having to say anything. Writing had been there through the good times and the bad...
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...
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
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...
Or, should I say, dare I may ask?
Do you believe in pure real potato salad? You know, the type of potato salad that really makes you eat the bowl or the plate you are being served in, or that you served yourself!
A real potato salad, has got to be made with real potatoes. Not...
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...
when I was 10. It was meant to be a picture book about the environment or something like that. Here it is:
My true home is the Ocean
[Page 1] I live in the ocean; this fascinating place is my world. It used to be full of fish and animals but now its cold, dead, empty and lonely...
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...
ago...When I was a little girlI used to believe that the Angels accidentally left me on earth.Strange but true... those were my thoughts at the time.All I had to do was guess the right answer to a question.If correct then POOF! I would be transported to Heaven.I would be with...
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...
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...
and join me here. The water is warm and waiting for you. Let me undress you as I see the glow of the candles as your shadow flickers on the wall. Take a seat first and I will get behind you.Lean back against me as I splash water over your body. Lay your head against my chest and...
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...
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...
completely evil?A bad seed, as they say, from birth?Or perhaps circumstances created the evil.Do you know anyone whose life is full of miseryMisery created by themselvesYetSince they are a narcissistThey blame everyone except themselves.Their fabricated lies become their...
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 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 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. ...
if I told you I love you
If I said I'd leave my life for you behind
What would you're reaction be
When this between us started out as only fantasy
Two unhappy people leading their own lives
Who came together out of carnal need
Found there was so many things in common
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...
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...
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...
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...
grandfather in my life always guaranteed that my dreams were never shattered. But, his sudden demise has shattered my life in itself. What does one do when all is lost - the faith, hope, will to move on? You search for it,relentlessly,in every nook and corner of your life, till...
roll your shoulders back and look him in the eye. Even when it feels like your ribs are breaking inward, like spider legs. When he digs up old aches that he swore he forgave you for, smile and ask him why he didn't leave you sooner. Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper...
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...
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...