He was 8, he was happy,
Never did he know that life was meant to be rough;
He had his world, his mommy and his daddy,
They were who introduced him to the amazing feeling people called love.
Life went right until one day when his parents decided to have a fight,
He couldn't watch his world fall apart, never witnessed that before;
He stood at one corner of the room behind the fridge, hiding, his eyes filled with fright,
Finally he gathered courage and through the hole, saw his mommy with packed bags standing next to the door.
Little boy he was, didn't know what was going around,
Suddenly he saw his mommy leave, without looking at the tiny soul waiting to be called for;
Tears started rolling down his eyes, in his sadness he was drowned,
He ran behind her, she didn't stop , his body fell on the ground, feeling sore.
He was alone, breathless on the road, watched his mommy race off in the car,
Child he was, couldn't run as fast as the car, he started crying, no one he could be with;
His dad left too with his younger brother, he sat there, watching his first scar,
He didn't want to believe it, but now he had to, love was nothing but just a myth.
Nobody gave a shit, none witnessed a silent murder that night,
Everyone moved on with their life, but a soul was stuck with broken pieces inside its own prison;
He was scarred, he was bruised, he let darkness in, no room for a little light,
A soul was murdered that night, with no one to blame for, for committing an ultimate treason. - Your Neighbourhood Writer.
Interesting idea! (Thanks Pinterest). I've seen it in my local bookshop too 🎁 Personally, I like to commit to a book I'm 90% sure I'll thoroughly enjoy (primarily due to being an incurably slow reader), though I appreciate the sentiment.
"Never judge a book by its cover" - from the metaphorical to the literal. I suppose there's truth both ways 💝
Also - imagine plucking one of these gorgeous parcels from the shelf, untying the string, unravelling the paper ... Opening presents, like wearing sparkly socks, is amongst the most underrated delicacies of the human experience.
Here's a picture of my face since it's been a while. Lately, I've been finding it hard to focus on editing (ironic because I recently posted a video on my YouTube channel about how focus) and as I typically do whenever I encounter something in my life that doesn't quite seem to fit... I began asking myself "why?" It was around this same time that I was reading The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo. As I was reading, I could feel the desire to purge and reduce my belongings growing, and it was at this time that I made the correlation to my lack of editing (at least what I think is a correlation.) My writing space is too cluttered. There is too much noise going on in my surroundings, too many things here that don't "spark joy." So today I am on a mission to "discard and store" as Marie Kondo writes, and I'm hoping that having a space I can truly be joyful in will help with the editing.
Having a serious case of design block on about 3 projects. Had some free time to work on them and nuthin... the way I'm fighting it is to do something small, simple to get the feeling of completing something #art#sketch#artblock#writersblock#powerthrough
Batch writing. I can't stress enough what a game changer this is. STAY WITH ME! You can do it! Doubt me? OK here are a couple tips for batch writing.⠀
No matter your writing goals, you are busy and generating content is not only time consuming but a ton of work. And it's upfront work. In order to publish you have to do it ahead of time. This doesn't work with our instant/last minute/procrastinating tendencies. ⠀
However. STAY WITH ME!⠀
As a writer, producing content is one of the most important things you do. No matter your goals.⠀
OK, now for the tips. How on earth can you batch write? Tip #1 : First of all you need to block out dedicated, uninterrupted time for writing. My block? Early in the morning. This was not something I thought I could do but careful planning and dedication to discipline has got me there. Put it into your calendar and it's more likely to happen. Make writing a priority and it will become one.⠀
Tip #2 : Do your research ahead of time. You may need to block out time for this as well, but separate your research and your writing and you'll find a great rhythm, trust me. This gives you time to make a solid publishing plan plus allows a buffer for the research to settle. For me the gap of time between research and writing helps me pre-write in my head. When I sit down to write, I don't stare at an empty screen. I pull up my notes, thoughts, and ideas and go from there. It's magical.
I am that which makes u tingle right there, deep down. In the region private for you.
I am that which makes u smile on immediate hear of my name
I am that which u long for, that which makes u moan
I am that which sends tremors down your spine
I am that which makes u arch your back in pleasure
I am thou -kyle
Nothing beats self appraisal.
And you keep asking me about him
But I can sense the hesitation in your every breath with his name
So I tell you about how our hands once collided
And how I felt that he was the one!
You listen to it all,
Patiently taking in my every word.. But what you don't know is
I never told you how now I am changed
and the reason is you
How in past few days I have started to believe in love again
As the ground of my heart keep sinking
in the gravity of you!
How these days my thoughts only paint a person that's you.
And everytime I look at you
I can see your eyes adoring me as a piece of art,
While i am just a broken ruin of past.
And it amazes me how every glimpse of you
Forms new titles to my poetry so easily.
I find myself seeing the world little differently these days.. And I find this strangeness in the way
my tired fingers looks for your hand now
in the lazy summer afternoon,
And you hold me, everytime!
Without saying a word,
Letting our heartbeats talk in silence,
Telling me to never let go..... ♡∞♡
that night in the dark,
your face was glowing
with unperturbed smiles
cried a little :
your world seemingly
limited you thought
was falling apart from
those two hands
amidst eternal oblivion.
no there's no void
inside two souls
in love. maybe the
hesitant mind sways
pertinently towards negativity.
after a long time of
living alone that you're
what happens when
it's time for the opposite?
two small birds
can be scared
it's not a small world
but their nest is
is the safest.
they're good enough
and more for themselves
and in their small world.
worlds with world
rhymes and tryouts.
there's no void
that a lover's arms
no failing, still ailing
at life everyday
every sleepless nights' worry
worth every missed hugs
later equals more
every moment of dedication
towards our love
and lives all in all.
• WRITE ON •
This is Jane Austen's writing desk.
I saw it last week and have been feeling humbled every day since by the thought of it. This tiny table and hard, straight-backed chair illustrate perfectly the concept that to be a writer you don't need luxuries, computers, retreats, or any special equipment - all you need to do is write, ideally from the heart.
Okay, I NEVER do this, but I'm posting a little snippet of the beginning of a story I'm trying to write! I'm having trouble getting motivated, and I'm hoping some positive feedback and/or constructive criticism could help me!! The title of the story is "Unspoken", and it's a horror/romance. I've never really written anything like this before 😳Please let me know what you think!! (sorry if you can't read it well! I took a picture of the computer screen 😂) #writing#wip#writersblock#unspoken#reese#horror#romance#gay
Essere felici non è un'impresa
chissà quanto complicata
basta fare un po' d'allenamento
e circondarsi delle persone giuste
a cui non importa quello che non sei
ma che badano solo
al bello che hai dentro
e non ti fanno pesare
tutto lo schifo che c'è intorno,
con cui puoi parlare di tutto e soprattutto
di quello che ti fa male
talmente tanto da non volerlo dire,
tipo quelle che ti abbracciano
e ti dicono non fa niente
va bene uguale
se siamo insieme.
Essere felici non è impossibile
basta sorridere molto
e piangere poco
e sorridere molto mentre si piange poco
per equilibrare dolore e gioia
che certe volte
stanno bene insieme
"Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I never met you. Sometimes I wonder if life would hold any meaning if I didn't have you. I have my answer—without you, dead wouldn't be more alive, without you the word 'wonder' would hold no meaning in my life. You—only you, my love, and the Gods above have given me a wonderful life full of meaning." — unknown
📷: @philchester ♥