the days, but I haven't because the days have become much too long. My heart is screaming, finally feeling as it once did. It's pounding through my ribs, crying your name, it's rhythm nearly visible. Every vein in my body engorged in this heat. How could you do this to me? 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...
My human body is not enough. I need my DNA to reformat, and upgrade. I need to become something better. I cannot accomplish the things I want and remain human. So I choose to evolve. I will become more than a man. I will become whatever comes next. I will be a monster if need be...
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...
black umbrella and black shoes. His black coat glistened with moistness, as did everyone else’s. People bustled around him on the busy city streets, they shoved, pushed, grunted, and cursed, yet they all continued to walk along in unison. ‘This is monotonous,’ he thought...
It took me way too many years to realize that I love to write. I'd have a story in my mind, then when I put pen to paper, I'd start to second guess myself. I'd immediately start grading it like my high school English teacher. Watch for punctuation, ...
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...
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...
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...
A truth I know, all to well.
She makes me think, in thoughts I drown.
Her voice of truth, my holy grail.
But beneath her words, can I be found?
See in her eyes, my heart does dwell.
Is my crown forever this frown?
Or will my heart, it's secrets sell?
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...
both eyes firmly closed for he knows his madness exists only in the eyes of others, so if he keeps them shut every night, he can re-gain his edge of it all, and one day, glory to the sciences, developments will cease to wow him for they will have been shooted forth with...
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...
Success needs failure.
Benevolence needs evil.
Love needs hatred.
Victory needs defeat.
Pleasure needs pain.
You must experience and accept the extremes. Because if the contrast is lost, you lose appreciation; and when you lose appreciation, you lose the value of everything.
and the feel of your kiss,
Your breath of my neck,
makes me nervous and weak,
My heart beats to fast when i look in your eyes,
and stops beating, still and slow,
The moment you touch me..
Sparks the ignition in my heart,
kick starts the gears,
and from slow to fast,
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,
The earth has two lovers: the sun and the moon. The latter is the spark that shines in obscurity, our deepest dark secrets. It brings enlightenment to our own shadows. The first is warm of heart and bright of spirit, the lover everyone seeks. Thus the moon, just as mystical, is...
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...
when there's more sleep. Let us inspect the quivering more, the nervous system, its always got your back, always busy. There is an inner harp within us, and the strain from being awake too much is likened to a awful harp sonata, ample sleep is the harp being played as if from...
expression. In a perfect paragraph the words flow seamlessly, a brilliant exposition of expression, form and imagery, where you hitch a breath at the beauty of it all, where suddenly it all makes sense and that rush of excitement envelops you, raises you in a clasp of undulating...
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...
for what we are----without exaggeration--- is the key, since the chief value of human life is fidelity to our selves, sincerity in the most profound sense. In our relationships with other human being, what we truly are is all that counts, yet it is precisely here that we most...
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...
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
that much. I’m so fed up with people, that it takes everything out of me to even look at them. Maybe I’m just as horrible as you say I am. But I know that I’m not. My tears are genuine, it takes a lot out of me to do it. I hide my feelings, and everyday you make it harder...
Depression is a monster, with eyes of crimson. If it could look upon the world, all would be glowing red. The night sky may burn scarlet rage, the stars must blend with crimson. Mountain peaks of snow and ice, frosty, yet still so crimson, become liquid and dark orange. Though...
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. ...
That's what writing enables us to do. Sometimes we just can't let it in our imagination. When it's on paper, or at least printable, it feels more real. Or less... I guess that's what drawing is too. A more graphic scene. But my world is made up of words not drawings. It's...
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...
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.
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...
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...
a necklace you are given at birth and yor soulmate he's the other half and the closer you get to each other it gets hotter and the father away the colder. If any of you guys thinks its a good idea and think I should do it please either PM me or comment. Thanks.
.. I have two books on smashwords. One is a kid's story that I wrote for my niece that I had used to see how the site worked. The second book, I'm not too sure what it would be categorized as.
I'm no pro at writing. But it's something that I enjoy doing. And I ALWAYS appreciate...
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...
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...
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...
so I'm writing a comic book :) but I want to know any good tips for coming up with your own hero and she's female btw and good ideas for writing ? How long are comic books ? And what kind of pens should I use to draw my character do I need those ink ones ? If so where can I get...
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,
one in all the land, that land over there. Within seconds a sound as if coming from some blessed portion of an already blessed portion of the portion full union of blessedness, the words sung out - "Fail this not, be on thy guard, the sparrow comes to bewitch the wizard" So then...
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...
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...
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...
.. 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...
who lives in a suburb of a big city in the states. I’m not your average “outside-the-box” thinker and I am not your average definition of a boy OR a girl.
I only began to think outside the box, the day I finally realized I didn’t fit in it. The day I realized I didn't...