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...
.. 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.
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...
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...
place in search of the other half. Somewhere here it feels close to its destination.
So sometimes I rest here in the shed of love, barefoot I walk through beaches of hope painting on the sand my raw emotions.
Hit by waves of love my heart races in jet speed but alone when I...
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 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...
Heart leaks like a sieve
every cell of my being bleed
The undercurrents own me
making me numb and blue
No use of fighting the fatal truth
echoes my mind, time seconds so
The lover’s song that I script
Every night in my mind
It becomes a frame of travesty
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.
being dependent on others.
It's not that I don't want to trust you.
It's just that I don't.
Do I sound ignorant?
Is it just that my practices
Will one day leave me defeated?
Will I one day fall?
Will I have somewhere to land?
If you see me again
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...
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...
mentally, even more so emotionally. I keep following the same path over and over again somehow not knowing where it's going to take me. How foolish. Repeating the same mistakes as if I don't know what to expect, feeling as if I'm missing something that's on the other path...
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...
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...
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...
in a bout of stupor.
i laughed when i was supposed to cry.
and when i tried to cry. i discovered that i no longer can.
so i pinched myself. only to discover that it no longer hurts.
i panicked. i realized.
my soul's growing callouses.
It releases all the pent up raw emotions coursing in my veins.
Ideas for stories and poems come from the past and present time. Ideas just flow from my head to my pen with no rhyme or reason.
Certain days bring out certain sides of my writing. Sadness, joy, anger, and...
forms for a while some of it posted here. I have published a non fiction
book on Kindle but just now trying my hand at a novel that will be published at some point. One thing I do know after being a graphic artist for 41 years is that not everyone is going to like it. In fact...
for a story:
Humans are extinct. We were wiped out by spirits who were sick of how we treated the world. There was a Great War and much environmental consequences.
Many years later, three elven women, Rosalina, Salamandra, and Lilandila, who all have many struggles in life, are...
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...
her delicate heart
was broken by years,
was killed by family
They blew out her candle,
the candle of enthusiasm.
They buried her talent.
They let her young soul
Yes, you dad.
You love me,
since I was exposed to the harsh reality of ignorance. To be able to express my emotions through a few sentences, all of which accounted for the emotions I could not physically express. Being trapped behind a façade can be confusing, you begin to believe the lies you tell...
for years generally as an expression of an event, and most of time it was a sad event or emotional event. I have starting writing books as well now but that comes from a different place. It is from the mind. So I tell people if you want to know what I think read my books, if...
as a crisp breeze hits me, it's day, same forest, i think? Rather than gold glitter it's silver. No birds sing, but a low, deep melody hum from the silver glitter? There is no haze, i am grateful.
I take careful steps away from the now silver fairies to a patch of sun, I...
and I've been told I'm pretty good so here's something I wrote recently tell me what you think
We live for today only. No one tells us how long we will survive. I am but a simple human but I am capable of anything in existence. I am indefinite, lacking of definition, but I am...
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...
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...
I do. Every day.
But I warned you.
It's the nature of a monster, right?
I ******* warned you.
Why is it so hard to grasp?
I go away sometimes.
And I never give straight answers.
Why do you think I hate humans so damn much?
(We're such a gullible breed.)
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...
and devour as many English classes as I can so I can put together a portfolio of my work. When a family member asked me about it, he made the comment, "Well I don't know how much money you can make doing that". I couldn't help it, I was so mortified and offended. Logically I...
Let darkness guide me,..... for a person sitting alone in front of a computer table with nothing but a laptop without a work without a goal, can hear the whispers of even the most silent creatures. Unless you have a headphone on you.
This is just the later end of the end story...
I feel a little dead. I am a little embarrassed to complain about anything in my life right now because I have a lot of good things going for me, and they far outweigh the bad stuff that’s happening. At least that’s what it looks like, looking at my life from an outsider’s...
Even when I'm with my friends, their conversations fade into your name.
It could just be a trick of the ears.
Or maybe just a trick of the heart.
We did share many things.
And memories still sit with me on the front porch.
And somedays I still see you show up to
Give me company...
to grab the small blunt object under the bed, upon pulling it out I discover it is metal flash light. I hope i can use it to my advantage.
In a stabbing motion I hit him in the face aiming for the eyes. With more struggle he actually retreats, dashing out of the house. I close...
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. ...
Sometimes I still think about you.
It hurts me.
How much more do I have to explain?
It's not easy
To live with pain you brought to me.
I felt it in every soft touch,
Heard it in every "I love you",
Saw it in every part of you.
But refused to accept what you were doing...
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...
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...
bit of duct tape and a bunch of free hugs
I'm not the prettiest, and I'm not very smart
But if you give me a few tries, I could fix up your heart
You see, I think I finally get it; how the pieces fit
Although I've got to warn you, you'll never recover all of it
But maybe in the...
did you imagined me all grown up…
physically .and mentally?
there must be a spark left in my eyes that makes you rememberer im the same girl i once was.
that must be the only reason you still love me
did i had so much flaws like the ones you see now?
i still love cats i...
So it's kinda new to me
I don't believe in wishing on stars
They've always let me be
I think it's fair, all the same
If I don't get my way
If I couldn't meet the goals
Because my will had swayed
I try hard not to lay blame
It's a silly waste of time
If I don't depend on someone...
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...
I make my way to the woods. There is no path, this could be a good thing. I trek deep and slow, cautious not to make much noise. Shouts are fading out behind me and I feel- no, I know I'm not the only one hiding in here. Thoughts of climbing trees until dawn creeps in my mind...
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 used to sing to you about flowers, while staring at your pretty pictures. You always said they were dull. But they amazed me.
We used to talk for hours. In the Autumn, in the Summer. And all the days in between.
We've grown apart.
Were you just a...
Well, it's not so much a journal, it's a collection of my most private thoughts along with some poetry I've written. I keep it hidden from my husband and there is only 1 person I would trust enough to share it. Should there be thoughts that I never write down? I feel bad when I...
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,
You were there once, but you had to go and disappear.
I know you're still there, but every evening whispers in my ear,
"Here is where you rest."
In loving memory; I love you so much.
Weeks, now. A month. Too many days altogether.
"What about you? I wonder how you...
You can say I'm quiet;
I'm just waiting to be heard.
You may say I'm complicated;
You actually wouldn't be lying.
You call me strange;
I admit, I'm beautifully weird.
You may curse me out;
I walk away.
You call me crazy;
Madness is the sublimity of intelligence.
You might say...