a book. I've been looking for people that have a passion for writing and that are just starting—like me. The goal would be to work with a group of awesome writers in which the object would be to get a good promotion, recognition. I don't mean necessarily working on the same...
her cheek blurred as salt filled tears fall soaking one spot on her silky blouse that made her a lady. Her neck and chest flushed by the heat of emotion as desperation bellows from her core.
Slouched like a child in a large brown arm chair, she gazes off lost in a familiar...
christian boy. Always taught to treat women like the princesses they are. He knew he was lucky. Dad was a powerful, imposing man, but he was confident in himself, so much so that he allowed his vulnerability to be seen.
He danced with his little girl at Father Daughter dances...
I have loved you; it seems, since the beginning of time – so deeply it feels impossible to have begun with my relatively insignificant life. My longing burns when we are apart and consumes when we are together. The more I have of you, the more I want of you, until all that is...
I use writing as my stress relief. I write poems according to how I fell especially when I'm upset about something. It's how I get stuff off my chest that I can't say out loud. It's easier for me to lay my feelings on paper then it is for me to speak them. Honestly I think that's...
There's so many things
You may never understand
Ink in the blood
Words and thoughts
Bleeding from the head
I am ... I am...
And she was
Though for a moment
She felt dead
Permission to exist
She dared not ask
They can not give
An unnatural light hung over the familiar town of Lowur’s Valley. My skin prickled with the strange feeling of a thousand eyes resting upon me. There was not a whisper to be heard, even the blacksmith’s shop was silent, a rare occurrence...
I think what hurts the most ..
Is when you give your all ..
To someone ..
Through thick ..
Through thin ..
Through big ..
Thought small ..
Thought hard ..
Through easy ..
Through the day ..
Through the night ..
You're there for them ..
You stick with them ..
No matter what...
I can't seem to say no to you.
Words that have never come so easily before and still,
I can't say no to you.
Should I let you entice me so charmingly?
You're deep in my thoughts, you are my focus.
I dream breathtakingly beautiful things so vivid I can't breathe..but i feel you...
Arms empty and cold.
Surrounded by darkness.
Auburn hair wild and tossed by the biting wind.
Shoulders tight and aching.
Head heavy and full of questions.
Mouth dry and thirsty.
Legs weak and shaky.
Lips down turned.
Cheeks wet with tears.
Clothes covered in dirt and stained...
How could I ever
begin to explain
the spontaneous laughter
or when the tears fall like rain
What else could you do
but just walk away
when I want to tell you
but there's nothing to say
* so I cry or I laugh with no reason or rhyme
I spend thoughtless silence...
The air feels calm.
The gentle breeze like a caress on her cheek.
Water tastes more refreshing.
Music sounds better.
Words have more meaning.
The sunrise is welcoming and beautiful.
Food tastes better.
A heart so full it's about to burst.
A smile so big it hurts.
Once we were happy!
When first we met
You were so different
Today you seem to stay so angry
At me, at life, at the world as a whole
I must wonder if I am the culprit that brought this change
Where once beat a heart of strength and patience
Now seems only to beat from...
face him. Her pretty face was regaining its normal look of defiance. She sat on the bed and crossed her legs.
"I didn't tell you to sit", he said quietly.
She began a retort, but looked at his face and thought better of it. Something was there that she hadn't seen before. She...
and literature since I was young. I needed something to pass the time so I sat at my desk one day and just wrote. It turned into a long term hobby and is something I'll always hold close to my heart. Writing is something I do for myself but also for other people because I know...
Dora swallowed whole, by spoonfuls her horrid bowl of gelatinous oatmeal. She gave herself a canker sore by poking the roof of her mouth with a dry, blackened piece of toast and further aggravated it by slamming her glass of acidic orange juice...
I love to write ... anywhere ... anytime ... I have even gone as far as to ask if anyone has a pen whilst being in a Queue.
Post it notes... receipts ... envelopes.
Crayons... charcoal ... anything.
When the mood strikes .... I like to write.
Really drunk, field trip-style drunk.
Mixing vodka and wine drunk.
I came home and cried to my mother about you for the first time in years.
I told her how you gave me a kind look the other day
and it reduced me to crying and singing along to Barry Manilow.
I told her how you...
where you don’t have all the pieces and struggling in vain to push that one odd piece into a slot that doesn’t quite fit. Until the cardboard edges start to bend, curve with wrinkles growing and altering the lone puzzle piece until it finally compressed itself to fancy the...
Writing. Every week, I sit down Monday, write 10 pages, and submit them Monday night, and do no writing during the week. I've been getting lukewarm evaluations. It just occurred to me that maybe if I write over the course of the entire week, I'll be able to crank out a...
Who watched them?
Only the birds glanced upon them not knowing what they saw.
On the soft morning air music drifted quietly into the peace of their still place.
Their place, a spot by his river.
Trees stood like still sentinels, surrounding the lovers.
Sunshine, gentle, not...
Like many other late night prose, this story ends with me sitting propped up against my headboard illuminated by only the artificial glow of my IPad. However, it began with the glow of a different light.
This day passed along much like all the rest of the days in my world. As I...
It’s so very odd hearing the people in the room next to me chattering. These strangers speaking as if they were old friends, as if a connection of some odd kind actually existed between them. They chortle and chuckle, smile and smirk, how very odd indeed! They offer up the...
The forest is so mysterious at night, particularly this time of year, when the mists roll in. It crawls through the shadows, like a living portal to places unknown – even seeming to breathe, as she flows with the still-cool currents of early spring. She is whispering to me...
and tantalized my spirit well before I arrived at the majestic beach.
As I strolled along the sea my senses heightened and a vast array of experiences came to pass over me.
A steady refreshing ocean breeze helped to cool my blazing flesh from the sun’s rays.
The sand was...
Bodies passing by in a rush. Standing still, her softly curled red hair tossed by the wind. Her green eyes watching as everyone passes by in a blur. Some may notice her, but she only sees a passing blur of color and pays no mind.
Thoughts of her childhood and that corridor she...
she pushes forcefully, fracturing her soles with the momentous friction. Her strength is not hers. Naught but a psuedo-strength manufactured by the concrete below her. I watch her as she attempts to walk a few steps from my front porch to the car. I look away, my tears are...
Will live a life of crime that not even the law can end. Will spend the rest of our life's in the road,running from this dark world. Our journey will bring a burden to the people who don't want to let reality go but joy to the people who do.Ill show you a life without reality...
I came out of the milk-house wearing a old coat with strips of bright red material pinned (with big, yellow ducky diaper pins) to the hand-me-down, mismatched buttoned coat. The red is to protect me from deer hunters should I get out near the big woods...
and it took my breath awayAs far as my eyes could see I saw everything but meAlone in this vast sweeping zephyrFrom the air pressure I severedMy essence and physical bodyFreely roaming at light speedInto the void I did proceedIt was not long before I almost collidedWith a star...
One like any other. Listening to her favorite music blasting in her ears as she goes for her morning run.
As the sun begins to rise she's back in her apartment, where she soaks her sore muscles in a hot shower and sips on hot tea as she puts on her make-up. Her work cell phone...
I have always written down my thoughts for as long as I can remember it makes me feel calm and helps me in my life I suppose it is all to do with letting of steam and letting go of things. One thing is for certain it is one of the things in my life that I could not imagine not...
and poetry. again. in my defence, I've never claimed to be an artist.]
There aren't a lot of ways to say what I want to say.
(Possibly because it's been said so many times.)
But my heart is an almost broken lamp,
flickering through the night.
Allow me this mad dance once again...
The weary sun this day does not rise
as the earth is rent in twain
by a booming blare spawned from a sickly horn.
Ragged hands wrapped in beads of Rosary
scrape their way up the fleshy earth.
A man near the opened earth, of no religion does he ascribe
who days ago did laugh...
his shallow grave face
with its half buried flickers of fury
gives way to the lesser demon's like smiles
while he suffers the hopeless romance
of a cute girl who wants to lick
his carved biceps like a neo-glitter kitty kat
he cringes all over with the...
Standing on the hilltop Anna could see all the way down to the tiny black shack. Dark smoke chugged from the chimney. Someone was there. Anna crouched down in the tall weeds and waited until there was a sign that the little cabin was empty. ...
Outside she covers herself in thorn and thistle.
Tough and strong.
It protects the fragile truth within,
Just beyond the hard exterior lies a thin glass-blown heart covered with delicate cracks, long ago sealed and forever forgotten in a fortress of...
I just want to be close and hold tight
All you do, is all I need and if it's good for you its good for me, so hold tight
Don't turn away in fear, in this time and in this space, keep us here and hold tight
A tender moment lost in bunches of passionate kisses and light touches...
floating down from the trees.
They covered the ground like snow.
The sun peeking through the branches as it began it's descent. Painting the sky with orange and pink.
The green grass soft under her feet, slowly covered in a purple blanket of flowers.
Her hands out stretched to...
The book weighs me down. It presses against my stomach till my ribs show through my paper skin. The book takes my mind. My consciousness is never here, it is forever occupied. The book makes me hollow. My eyes are dull and busy, there is no life-no sign. The...
romance novel to see if I could and guess what I can but I'm awful at it! Haha it is so sappy I'm getting diabetes from it. So badly done I could poop my pants from laughter. Delete. Well I'll show my friends and then delete.
I'm not a very romantic or erotic person so yeah the...
The Mariner's Wife
Each time they met was like the first
Although far from unfamiliar
Beginning a little shy, glancing away, unsure
But soon returning to bold certainty
While away, his dreams were filled with her
The smile, the laughter and the sigh
The memory of her...
I write, certainly. The problem is that what I write disgusts me. Disgust is not a strong enough word, actually, more like I loathe the words on the page with every fiber of my being.
I look down at a poem I have written and there are a thousand tiny little voices telling me...
If you are like me, you want your life to mean something more than an accumulation of days and nights passing in a melancholy blur of mundane tasks that include nothing more meaningful than the biological performance of breathing in and out. If you are like me, you want more, you...