How do they do that?
Do you believe them? How do you do that?
The answer might be something like this : "I don't know why. May be because we have known each other all along. May be because of.. this feeling.. I know I can trust him/her."
Yes, you are correct. There is no...
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...
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,
im choking on the words
Things inside me
You've never heard
Theres a little girl afriad
To let the monster out of her
Keeps it caged
So no one gets hurt
Best be ready
Best be alert
Its waiting on the opportunity
To take over her
Oh i hear it
Rattling those bars again
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...
so lightly that you don't understand sadness.. You have such an innocent, happy view of things that you don't see it as a cruel place.
But when you grow older you understand why people jump off of bridges and overdose on pills... It's a hard life for all of us.. That doesn't...
.. 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 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...
there for you for some of the worst days of your life..
I'm the person who stayed with you when some of those who you considered friends left you..
I'm the person who supported you when you were struggling with your career even by just being your driver..
I'm the person who's...
cold in New York
If you cry
The sensation of obsession
Hold me up so high
That I feel alive
Then I shatter
So cold in New York
This life is a lie
I want to find the light
In your eyes
If you cry
And breathe in the...
They need to exist.
Without the heroes, who will save us?
I have always hoped to become one of them, but it wasn't meant to be.
I am still trying to accept this. I wanted to be a hero since I can remember.
My whole life I waited for my super powers.
I waited to be given the...
hidden in my bones
That hid all i know
I lived like a ghost
Moving undetected and solo
Hid my face my name
It was best they don't
Cant take the risk
Of one more blow
Was all i had to hold
But it grasped me back
Began to choke
Until i rebelled it...
power, something that kept me moving through all the obstacles, the sad incidents.. That power was the power of hope, the power of the dreams. The fact that i still have my life ahead of me helped me to imagine and fantasise about the future life. I used to see myself in the...
I am their leader.
they form my precious army.
which I can change the world.
they are loyal, cunning, brave and courageous.
and they have hearts made of pure gold.
I am the leader,
the one to change them.
before they change me.
mask of all is demons reflected back at him from her face
Taunting him to come at her
An elusive reflection of himself
He held it all back behind clenched jaws
She reached out her hand towards him
He knocked it away
He stepped to the left
She stepped to the right
He stepped to...
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.
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...
I can't imagine it becoming much more beautiful,
although, I do hope I am wrong.
I want to see water change color, and the sky turn purple.
I want clouds to interact with crowds below,
and birds sing with the radio.
I want light to multiply and separate.
I want wind to...
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,
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...
What gives you peace?
I hope your answer aint revenge. It can hurt the person whom you intend it for. But at a cost...Because it will only consume you in the end and turn you into something truly ugly. And even, at times, take over you.
Dont let that happen to you, people...
and more about it, life, our whole life is filled with many hi and too many byes. But it is not the act of letting go that is painful. It is the fact that you did not have a moment to say a proper goodbye, that hurts the most.
I thought I did that. I thought I had a chance to...
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 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...
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...
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...
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
and I am not special. I assumed growing up would bring me power or fame. I always pictured myself living in a place that didn't exist. I knew I would become a man of great importance. I would have to fly around the world for business, and I would take my own plane. Private...
just gonna send each other text?
Coz I don't want our story to last
But I don't wanna be stuck in the past
You chose a path different from mine
So now I can't let you cross that line
Your love brought me happiness and tears
You even gave me something to fear
I had an...
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...
Its that hole inside your chest
Its having that amount of words that are endless
When those words can't release the feeling of restless
The urge of screaming i am helpless
When you search for the meaning...
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...
know where or when
But I know one thing then
I'll try not to cry again
I will look at you and smile
Maybe hold your hand for awhile
We can walk for half a mile
Make the moment worthwhile
I will tell you what I've been through
That my love for you was true
But now I found...
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.
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...
and hate can be felt equally strong for the same person at the same time. I witnessed it today. It can be painful. Very. But helpful. Because hate usually wins over.
Today I am being hated. I have no qualms over it because I can be seen as a bad person if it brings peace to...
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. ...
wherein you could wake up at some place different or as someone different; it would have been better.
Because there are some things about life for which nothing you have ever experienced, nothing you have ever known can prepare you. It will kill you on the inside. You feel...
I won't wish bad things.
I won't plot against the sting
I will just let it be
When you feed the evil
Karma gets hungry
It's gonna devour you
And I will watch too
But no *******
I don't hate you
I walked with you
Held your hand
Kiss your lips
Got a mouth fulla sand...
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...
. Nothing has changed.. Or did something change
It is when someone dies that you think of your own life. How little in control we are of our own lives. Well, the challenge remains still.. To cope up with it, no, not just to cope up, to thrive.. But how? How can you manage to...
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...
That thing inside.
That don't feel right
Have you ever held it?
That feeling like spikes
That stings and bites
That part of self
You wish to hide
But from yourself
You can not hide
Have you ever felt it
That thing inside
They told you was wrong
But it felt...
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...