Us writers hate what we create We stare at page after page The words all mix together in the end There's thousands - no - millions of better writers But there's always a moment, a flicker When the world doesn't seem so mean We will all write something beautiful today Only a few people will know; … Continue reading Writers everywhere
I used to believe that monsters lived under my bed. They loved scaring me in the dark. “That’s where they stay,” Society told me. “Where they belong.” But Society also ordered me to keep my stomach flat so people would like me. Short hair was for men. Lesbian. I couldn’t drive. I couldn’t lift anything … Continue reading Real Monsters
It’s a strange feeling when you want to write But you can’t The blank page stares as your mind has no ideas and the words don’t come Perhaps that’s not when you write But when you edit
There’s a tranquility in storms The world may crash and burn The rain may pour and scream But there’s a glint of light Hope shines from The people surrounding you The dogs loving you They gleam through the wall of water Always.
Hello everyone! I got published on Friday Flash Fiction! I’m so excited that I got to do this opportunity again. My work can be seen on their WordPress page and their website. Now that I have tackled this mountain, it’s time to get accepted from more places!
The first time I realized something is wrong with me– No. Hold up. Is that wrong of me to say that? When you break me into pieces for something I created can I– No. I’ll start over. Reset. Words on pages have always been my passion. No matter if I write it or not, it’s … Continue reading Your rejection
After piles of rejection letters or people's critical advice, it's nice to be accepted every once in a while. Every writer needs to feel the appreciation for the wonderful creative pieces they have made. Last week, my flash fiction piece, "The Forgotten', has gotten accepted by Friday Flash Fiction. This makes me one step closer … Continue reading Proud Writer Moment
It’s simply insane sometimes How much we put into our lives Only hoping the memory of us will live on For others to come I have heard stories of others Of how they stood bravely Only fighting for their hopes and dreams For the life they desired Yet those who love, find another And they … Continue reading Home
You sit there and tell us your ideals. But When did your ideas validate what my Actions must be? Did you inherit Your crown when you stepped into The room? If I step into another Room, do I get a crown too? My creative words are validated by your red pen But I’d rather play … Continue reading Your validation
There’s not many people in the world like me They all stop and stare without a word Perhaps you can call me Alexander Because I don’t stop anymore Even if it’s Christmas I work towards a goal I have Because how can life matter If I don’t complete what's important? I work non-stop, I try … Continue reading Alexander