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...
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,
I felt so happy when I got home. I felt so much love for mj and I was just on cloud nine. But I guess my flight reached its destination.
I was on fb and mj told me go get ready. I went but I saw how she looked at me like I was stupid or maybe that was just me. Well...
Utter sounds of confirmation.
***** my vein so that it might murmur my condition.
I am sick.
Sick. Oh, how it breeds.
The cancerous thoughts advance,
and this heart of mine,
windmill of poison,
churns bouts of stabbing gasms,
-4th of December, 2014-
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...
cage on my heart
Beneath my breast
Piercing my ribs with every breath
I'm left and dead set on what I regret
You deny my pain like I'll suffer less
Drive me insane and tore off my dress
To spill the words I couldn't say
They dance on my tongue
Like birds of prey...
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...
The once a year appearance putting smiles on faces.
The deep red color casting a spell on weary eyes.
Making it a time for no tales and no lies.
Pointed petals madly going in each direction.
Perhaps portraying our minds situation.
Whether red hues race through our...
lust and passion
Being consumed in our connection is our crime
Heartache, longing and anticipation are prevalent
If you do the crime, you have to do the time
Lust, passion, anxiety and butterflies
Nothing comes nowadays without a dime
The process of love making is beautiful...
and stare at the walls.. I get up and wander aimlessly throughout this place I call home.. I listen to the sound of the clock ticking away all this time spent without you..
And then it hits me...
Home was never really this place.. My home is YOU.. your arms are the walls and...
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...
While reading again your letter
Trying so hard to keep my tears from falling
Everything about you I’m missing
It’ s so hard being away from you
I’m trying to be strong I really do
It hurts waking up in the morning not being able to see your face
I'm here, you just can't see me
By: Carie Ann
I am by your side even when you laid me to rest
when the end was near I saw your tears and I longed to wipe them away
with every burdened breath the last set me free I saw the lights of heaven and I took a look at you holding...
I've ever felt
is when I imagine
what it will feel like
to wake up
next to you
early on a cold january morning
with nothing but a blanket
and your skin
to keep me warm.
the shallow rise and fall
of your chest
and hear your warm breath
slipping out in to the
Pour salt in the wounds
That still bleed for you
Forget her it's better I don't know the truth
I don't want you
I don't need you
Yes I do
Tell me you're sorry you broke my heart
For the pieces of me you tore apart
Your blind drunk and venomous work of art
and the big letters below were the songs that came out. And with it, I made a story. (Hope you like it)
NOBODY'S HOME when i came home from a long drive of life. I looked at the window and everything but there is no one. It's KILLING ME because everyone left me. That's why to...
that no one could stop you from something. i love writing stories and tell my experiances. i have a dofficult life and wish that no one pass from the same path as me. if anyone like to hear my stories just comment ;) and tell me if you want to hear either an experiance in my...
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...
and excitement for me. When I was a child I would always be the most excited to visit family and open gifts. Now it almost feels like i am going thru the motions for my kids and the rest of the family. Don't get me wrong tho, I delight in my kids excitement during gift time and...
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 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
gentle green. And with just a glance, I can steal your very being. Your words, enigmatic at best, are as plain and bare as the state that you want me in. Those soft, gentle, lustful eyes drag me under. I am drowning in your desire. Those eyes hold me under. And I, your willing...
" Asked a woman out of the crowd. And Raghoul replied: "Look at the sun, child of a star."
Raghoul waved slowly with his pointing finger towards the sun. "Ask the sun what the meaning of life is, my stardust. The sun is our father and the earth is our mother.
Do you think you...
when you're not here by my side.
I'm begging you to stay with all my pride.
I'm trying to stay out of the crowd and hide myself,
Or is it that I'm prisoning myself?
An empty soul trapped in a dead body.
When they look me into my eyes, yet they saw nobody.
Would anyone help
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. ...
The sound of your voice..
The way you laugh..
The way you say you miss me..
And that you love me..
This all makes me so incredibly happy, in a way that only you can.. To me these things are everything..
And sometimes I wonder..
Do I make...
I write to get out the demons. Sometimes its painful, sometimes it makes me feel happy. It's nice when some else tells me they can relate. Even if I'm alone in my thoughts, I prefer to move them from pain to paper.
I have written for years, most of my life really. I fill...
.. 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 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.
colors of the rainbow? Most eyes see a vibrant world painted by the full color spectrum soaking up the light prisms as they cast wavelengths of different variations and shades to create primary & secondary colors. The chapters of my life story are colorblind. My world consists...
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...
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...
You get me higher than any drug I've ever done
You're tiny you hide in my arms perfectly
Remember you are my only drug
This. is. need.
I'm sick I need you tonight
I need you in my veins
The words that we write
Don't say I'm insane love me, don't fight...
Using words to seduce my way in
Into your lungs
On the tip of your tongue
Into your blood
On the shelves of your soul
Where no one else goes
I wish I could find
The way into your mind
You remind me of that perfect line
When the ocean meets the sky...
The stoic bastion
Proceeds with caution
Well placed diction
Not just caption
In another edition
Of our fiction
Dried in anticipation
Fruits of lactation
Love needs resurrection
With lots of suction
Lube provides traction
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...
I was well hidden. At least in my head. I was under the duvet and I was pretty sure I was invisible to him. I saw him from the outskirts of my duvet – the purple flowers edged with holes had managed to serve a purpose after all. My heavy breathing was starting to ache me, I...
Your mind is clear
Severing your solitude
You hear her
Calling out to you
Lies deep in her eyes
Between her thighs
Absolve the mediocrity
With a pain so deep
Rage becomes need
Your illusions lie...
are. And because you're frail, and weak, and hopeless, I'm choosing my actions carefully. I'm the one who's busting my butt to keep you safe. I don't feel like it's my fault that you can't carry your own weight; I'm just really in love with you."
Just an excerpt from something...
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 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...
keep replaying the events in their minds in a futile attempt to make sense of their suffering. The never ending thoughts about their emotional upheavals can disrupt their sleep. Writing about the trauma allows them to find meaning in the events and resolve their emotional...
Second is depression
Third is anger
Last is acceptance
Shoot I went straight to anger and slowly turning towards acceptance.
There should be a switch for second and third. I got anger before remorse/melancholy.
It's all screwed up anyways.
So dear reader - no poem this...
but at around 6pm I was just bone tired. I wanted to put the day to bed. It was too early to do that, so I went for a walk, made some coffee, and now nearing midnight far more awake that I was 6 hours ago.
I pulled out my little moleskin writing pad, where I have tons of...
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...