I want to writeBut I'm in a plightdon't know what to rightI lnow I'm really boredOut of my gourdI know I can affordTo go anywherebut who's gonna careLife just isn't fairHope this rhymenot my best is fineand ok this time
There's a Special Place I use to go.
A place that I alone know.
It's so beautiful that words can not convey.
There is a sense of clarity and purpose in it's rapture.
A place so safe, so tranquil as if the world outside had just slipped away.
I haven't been able to visit...
The love of my life seems to have dropped out of sight
He touched my heart that makes a shiver roll up my spine
I look for his face in the darkeness illuminated only by moonlight
And I see beams but not the beam of his smile
Only the beams of the moon and all the while
IT's true I ask about lot of things ....things i read or hear about that i don't fully understand ..or i just want some insight into something ..and so i ask ...and what kind of answers do i get ....people telling me things like because i believe in GOD ..i have no right to ask...
Turned on the aircon
Blasted lana del ray
I miss you baby, I miss you so much. I just want to talk to you,
I know you're never going to see this but
Happy valentines day babycakes I love you.
The technique of writing gives me the means to express my deepest thoughts and feelings. And it has aided in countless challenges that I have faced; especially, death. It has been a therapeutic technique of healing for me through the loss of my parents and daughter.
Here we go again, Three years now and still such a threshold to cross. I have to work so hard to keep myself busy so the darkness of grief doesn't gain on me, if I let my guard down I will be overtaken and the internal light, that light that is the core of who I am, will be...
It's raining now, a deluge so hard that I find it hard to remain upright.
I'm finding it hard to find that little space in my mind where the sunshine and soft wisps of breeze live.
I struggle to hold on, to anticipate tomorrow.
Pangs of regret, lose, and emptiness...
Sometimes when I don't feel like writing it seems to be the BEST time for me to find little nuggets of phrases and thoughts that are worth writing about.Sometimes I am tired; sleep deprived or stressed by past events as I have been for the past few days as I feel today and all I...
I've got a project going...current goal is just 200 words/day. I've met that already for today, but will probably write some more. It's a good day, the muse is with me, so yeah. I have written about 210 today, may make it all the way to 500. It's a good day to write :)
I said I'll be starting my portfolio once I'm back from the vacation I had last month. It's been weeks but I still haven't written anything. I don't know, I've been bursting with stuff to tell but most of them are suitable in my journal, not for the still inexistent portfolio...
Another one. About Yaks. Yaks are odd creatures. They are wild big beasts that can hurt most things with their horns. But cats (wild cats, don't get ideas) still hunt them. Both very dangerous. May the best one win. May the best one live.
I am writing this today not to impress you. These words were woven because you made me to. You were awesome the other night and I was left tongue-tied. I was out of words which were so unusual. You thwarted my inner sense like no one else did and I was contemplating if it's...
My thoughts have been invaded, from where I do not know.
Are they divine or are they mine?
Are they a gift or have they been hidden away and forgotten?
They attack me at night, mind you there is no fright...
When matters began to weigh on my heart; I often still away to the pastures of my childhood. I could often be found here when I was a mere child. It continues to be my favorite hide-away; a source of refuge; a place to collect my thoughts. In fact; most of my writings...
I need to start typing down the core content of my webpage! It was just taking too long to lay out the graphics nice and neatly, so the layout redone to be a basically a mostly text page with minimal graphics and still I have too much work to do on it before I want to upload it!
I try to do some writing exercises everyday, mostly on EP. It helps me express myself and work on my form. I can play with different styles, and voices here. The only real way to become a good writer is to keep writing.
Explain to me what goes through your mind. How the you of yesterday is so hard to find.
Explain to me why that assured, enthusiastic light went out and a void of emotion filled it's place.
Explain to me why my words fall on deafened ears, do...
That is what saying I will write today is like for me.
I write every day, and today... I have already written.
Today, tonight I feel it in me, one those all nighters where I fall inside of whatever I'm writing and come out as if I went to a different world. THE BEST part, I can't...
Today is going to be the day that I write to you and write I shall do. I don't know what to write but I know it will be something totally awesome, because I'm just an awesome dude.I may write something good or bad but either way it's just me expressing my thoughts and myself. I...
I wanted to write today, and today I am, I have written a few stories, and wrote two poems. For most that is not a big deal, for me I have not been writing that much lately. So for me it is a big deal.
I will write to my ex everyday until he messages me wanting to talk again. I will write all my emotions and feelings indirectly and directly. He will never see these unless I decide so. But writing makes me feel better and thinking about him keeps him alive to me. And it shouldn...
I keep saying these words all the time... I will write today... and at night... I will write tomorrow... and I never write anything. and nowI have this article to write and I've researched a bit about the topic, but written nothing.
And today is the day that I will write some amazing stories. As I usually do almost everyday, my brain is just too damn brilliant to be not writing stories, so I must share my knowledge of being amazing and just down right freakin' cool.So yeah......~The End~
Today is one of those days that I'm emotionally and physically drained from overthinking and overanalyzing things in my life.
To escape, I randomly pick an experience in my profile and start writing about my thoughts on it.
Sometimes its senseless...
I have found a safe haven in my pain, a place to call home.
I have found a safe haven in my disappointments, nothing is expected of me there.
I have found a safe haven in my vices, for who would look harshly at my condition and have expectations.
I have found a safe haven in...
I'm writing a book, an autobiography of sorts. Not that there's anything special about me. I haven't won any medals, or held any important position, or accumulated vast wealth. I'm just another monkey on this rock, but I've lived an interesting life...
some are born with clipped wings
others born to fly
injured birds, they sit so stilll
the flyers sweep the sky
some adorned with golden wings
others drab and grey
some have beauty when they sing
others watch and pray
birds of colour grace our skies
while others watch and weep...
I think my story can help people. Please read!
This post is for anyone who thinks that disease can only make your life worse. I want you to know that the good days are not all behind you. I was diagnosed with Psoriatic Arthritis in March 2010, twelve months after...
Just a little something I threw together this morning. No rhym or reason to write. It's my air, oxygen, life. My way to express instead of hide.
~ My world
~ My heart
The clouds hang low in the sky, their color, a varying degree of grey. The wind has everything in perpetual motion. Brightly colored leaves crash into the windows, sounding like tiny pellets of hail, they scrape along the sidewalks at a furious pace. The wind...
and my younger brother to an island. It was the first time for years we went out together since my brother had psychosis. My brother refuses to get out of home because he often hears virtual sounds and sleeping at home is the only way to get rid of those sounds. My mother can't...
Today we live for we know not what tomorrow will bring us.
Let us make each and every day show in some small way that we lived and achieved something of worth in our being alive.
Share the wealth whether it be great or small.
Extend a helping hand with humility in...
I'll write today. 'll write to my dear mute daily. I'll write that I felt those were the days, i was captive in my room, agonized of me. I remembered these was the day today that my skin was in wound. Just like i was in a prison. I remember this was the day which i cried all the...
I'm actually going to as soon as my daughter goes to sleep after my shower . i m going to write in my bible study book .. and try to rewrite the notes from the past couple weeks and do my first entry on my favorite bible verses . I love to write i just dont...
Let the sun shine today even though tomorrow may bring rain.
Be in peace ,be in cheer, knowing that the rain will wash all the old and bad from view.
Let the sun shine today knowing that tomorrow will start...
Christmas is coming ...
I remember well when I was a child, weeks before Christmas I would start to make gifts to present my family and some friends, I would make flower out of paper or paint soaps to make it nicer, steal flowers from strange gardens or give something away that I...
OK, Another one for you. Kremlin. I have to write about it. I had family members involved in it. I also enjoy the history of it. I once went to Russia due to my work to get some work done with the modern version of Kremlin.
OK. I chose to write something around the word Todd. Toddlers. Todd as in the surname. Todd as in the name or the toad that was in my picture book as a kid. Todd has quite a few things attached for me. So there, I've done it, I've written about the word Todd.
I love writing stories. I am currently working on 5 novels. I like to multitask like that, then you never get tired of reading a story. I am trying to get 2 books published, and I hope I'll be able to without having to saw off an arm, leg, and toe to pay for it.
I think that writing is really no more than rambling with words; letting them wind and bend along my thoughts. Random and silly at times, I don't judge them, I just let them be and let them go free and go where they need to go.I am not a verbal rambler and I sometimes try to...
I come up with things in my head but sometimes when I put them on paper, they don't appear to be as great as I once thought they were. I want to write something that flows and is easy for me to write, I believe those times make for the best poems, lyrics and stories.