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 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...
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.
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...
towards a climax. towards figuring out our purpose. It truly is a journey. Good things happen. Bad things happen. We make choices and second guess ourselves and wonder how things would be different if we had made a different choice at some particular moment in time. But if we...
.. 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...
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...
. 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...
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...
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...
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.
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...
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...
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 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.
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,
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
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...
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...
And the far winds blew a'howling
The snow fell soft upon the dale
And the young man felt a calling
He got his father's horse and spear
And struck out to the cross way
He left the lass that he knew dear
And wandered to the next day
Through angry storms and barren lands...
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...
.. 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...
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...
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.
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 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...
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, ...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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,