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...
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...
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...
a little reminder
That every where you look
You find her
When all the doors close the shadows remain
Embrace the ache
Savor the pain
She's written on walls surrounding your heart
The bitter end won't taste like the start
The need inside , remains alive
In fact, I dropped out of school when I was fourteen and took an exam equivalent of GED so that I could focus on writing till I go to college but the plan got way out of my hand and here I am, far from being a writer, in fact, I haven't written anything for the past.. I don't...
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...
.. 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 remember that afternoon was kinda windy,but the weather was just right. I took this picture in a waiting room of sicu = surgical intensive care unit. With hospital buildings surrounded I looked up, and seen this beautiful sky, so blue surrounded by white puffy clouds.
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
It can in some ways transform us back to our childhood where make believe was a way of life. After all, we create characters, give them a personality and identity, put them in a location where they can interact with a bunch of other characters and then we create situations and...
that when everything seems to be heading downhill, something always comes out of the shadows and reveals good to the world again. We all have special people in our lives. Take the time to tell them how much you love them. Have fun. Be goofy. Be yourself. It's essential to show...
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...
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...
and again, mostly fantasy/sci-fi but will turn my hand to anything that interests me at the time. Have won the odd little award in tiny online competitions, mostly after being convinced to enter various fan-fiction events by friends, but nothing major yet. Watch this space :p...
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
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 my younger daughter is. She is only twenty and at University, but every spare moment she has is spent writing so I knew the top of her head and the clicking of her laptop [she calls it Larry the Lappy] better than her face.
She has two books on Kindle:
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...
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 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...
Here's the lyrics to a song I'm working on, let me know what you think!!!!
Bound And Chained
Plagued by society
I suffer from anxiety
Mistreated and misused
I'm tired of the abuse
I am bound and chained
Till the end of days
So will I drown and fade
Or fight the...
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
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...
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...
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...
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.
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...
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...
that part of India where red is not just a color but a priceless thought, a way of life. More than 100 people who still remain true to the ideology in the color red, gathered to pay respects to my dear grandfather, who was a staunch communist himself. He believed in equality and...
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...
wellspring in my head. Thought about this while doing errands today. I'm sure those who love music will appreciate this, but I'm hoping that those who like to read will appreciate it too.
"..It's kinda strange, a bit mysterious
I gotta take it oh so so serious, yea yea...
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...
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...
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. ...
why I am writing because I want to improve my grammar. I have improve a lot but I still need to make sure that I don't mess up the past tense and present tense. I am guilty of putting fragment sentence too. I think do okay now.
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
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...
of us has forgot his ache
You know what we’ve got is not fake
But we know its not for our sake
You pull ur side and I pull mine
We both are missing the sign…
You touch my hand and give a sigh
You don’t know how my heart fly
Bcz I keep it in me, in me inside
All I do is...
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...
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 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.
or what's evil anymore but Feels warm to know there's more than just this we call reality ..that reality is just a coat covering what really means something that a dream is as real as the new day after it.
then stepped off the ledge A precarious balance between
Living and death
The poetic genius crossed her mind
Just like he had from the beginning of time
How you changed my perception
Of love & deception
Of endless prose
Of sacred conception
Connected to your tragic...