His life is beginning...
I can recall
all the times I would lay in bed,
staring above me with tears at the brim of my eyes,
and murmur into the darkness.
My lips would tremble slightly as my words would pass,
barely breaking the silence.
They softly would seep into the air
and disappear into the nothingness.
The utterance would seem to go unanswered.
Sometimes it seemed like the words spoken would hang above me,
going nowhere and piling upon one another.
After so many nights of countless unanswered prayers,
after so many nights of wishing I could help
I laid out everything I had to give...
"Allow him to live. Allow him to hav
Don't you hate it when you feel like you simply do not have the time for new projects?
It is so frustrating when you'd like to try something new, but then those darn responsibilities get in the way. *Shakes fist*
I would like to do a few writing exercises. There's one idea that has been floating in my head for a while, and then today I decided that I need to practice describing the senses.
What I'd like to do is choose one object and write five different pieces using one of the senses for each. I think it would be fun to have such a limitation with description, and I think it could push some creative juices around in this head of mine (boy
Just recently I came across something I wrote a year or so ago. It is not finished, but I am wondering if I should maybe continue to work with it. I'd like some feedback :)
It started because of a picture my friend shared with me. I do not know the origins of the photo... but I hope to find out someday. Anyways, this is what I had written:
"I lay in a golden hue of soft petals and grass.
It surrounds me like a gold sea, engulfing me in all its brightness.
The yellow color reaches the sky, slowing morphing to orange and pink.
As my eye travels farther up to the stars, the sky turns red, dark.
Streaks of purple and black mix in with the d
Lately, things have been very stressful. School. Work. Family. It is all very draining, and I suppose I did not notice how draining until today.
I find myself getting sick; I worry it will get worse by tomorrow, which will only add more stress. I have so much to do and so much I would like to accomplish as well.
For instance, I would really like to make a few more writing pieces. All the works I have posted so far, were not made with much attention to structure. I simply wrote them because of dreams, events, memories, emotions, and as a coping mechanism.
I would really like to fine tune the way I write, but in all honesty, I am not sure ho