First original post! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ) So. I've been a huge writer since I was little and have always loved making up and telling stories. I have been trying to keep up with my writing, but can never truly…
I have been writing ever since I was 9. I have been trying to write a novel, but I'm not sure if it's long enough. I just don't get how other writers can spend two paragraphs writing about the color of some dudes curtains when I spend 2 paragraphs…
Any Fantasy writers here? Do you have your own outline you follow when world building? I put my novel down in May and I am trying to throw myself back into it. Also what are some practices you use when writing? I am too aware of myself when I…
indifference was always the name of the game the way you move has me thinking i'm going insane your gracious body ondulating like waves in a storm i still recall our first memories inside my dorm you pranced on me, your eyes sparkled bright the…
From where do I start? Why am I writing? Pause. I need some fresh air. How salutary could that be considering the spinning jenny (means also ‘cool breeze’ in Italian) wafting outside? I’m not sure. Gelidity is a nice feeling, they say it…
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,…
Sometimes when I happen by this part of the forum I read things that members have written. What I would like to know is what I should do with it. At times I come across things that I would otherwise have commented on to others when giving feedback -…
I love William Blake's "Garden of Love" poem. Poetry of all kinds is so wonderful. I love the art of words. Just a random topic. I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on…
Falling in love There's a mousy looking girl that comes around noon, brings her lunch bag, taking out a sandwich,…
These are poems I've written throughout the years. I've always found it so easy to express myself through writing,…
I've have been thinking about how we get use to live the way our body leads or our mind says, lost on the pressure that consumes your voice thats trying to break free under the hidden secrets we fear.
It's my last breath in this stage and am feeling pulled down by my thoughts to the lowest part of my brain.
It's crazy how you can get to understand yourself by breaking down in pieces over and over again.Time doesn't feel anymore days are minimal and my bad vibration its over.
I guess this substance it's penetrating my perspectives.Views ain't that dark anymore,ideas have become real,but reality has vanish in a sensitive way.
Now am all new am all open super open minded i mean i cant even guess it, i wont be the same one once again.Just smoking it blowing it light it up and bring it way back again.I feel myself clear to the way i wanna be its so fucking awesome, i can perceive myself. It's funny how life gets extensive while you go hanging around with different kinds of people awesome perspectives.Our body gets trap on pleasure.Placed at the end of the road,getting dumped by the sensations.