@dakotaActive 5 months, 2 weeks ago
Oh, now you’ve got me in a corner! LOL! Let’s see – like say a villain set out to find hope for himself, that something that would fulfill him. Of course, he goes all the wrong patha looking for it, commiting all manner of evil to get it, but still is empty. Untill, right as he is commiting or aabout his worst evil yet, someone does…[Read more]
@anne-of-lothlorien I do the same thing, though sometimes in reverse. Like a piece of instrumental music will inspire lyrics in my head.
@sir-leeds Well, it was meant to be lyrical. Most of what I write is meant to be song . . . someday. But sometimes, like this one, it was just me processing what I wanted to say to someone but didn’t know how. A song that was meant to be sung to someone but probably never will be.
So, in short, yes. Though I’m not really sure it would…[Read more]
I guess I would consider poetry part of who I am. It’s my way of processing, enjoying and struggling with life ever since I was little. Lately I haven’t written as many complete poems, (working full-time is more taxing on one’s creative life than I thought). Now I now expert by any means, but I still enjoy a good poem whenever…[Read more]
@scoutfinch190 It’s actually an Adventures in Odyssey fanfiction. It’s a radio drama my family listens to.
@naiya-dyani *very sad face* My characters and I will miss you and yours when you’re gone. But I understand completely. And I’ll help figure out how to usher them back to their world.
😔 You will be missed! I’m honored that you would dare to entrust any of your children to me. But I think the only ones I’ll carry on are Pasha and Altan. I’ll do my best to continue to continue them as you would have. And feel free to keep checking back with me to see how I do and tell me if I mishandle them.
Hey sister there a lot I could say
Bottled up inside of me. A well over flowing, never empty
But I can’t. It just seems like there’s no way
Words are just too weak. My phrases fail to meet the need
I’m burning with desire, all consumed with this fire
Of wanting to do something to help
I’m standing right here watching as you struggle
And wishing…[Read more]
@emberynus-the-dragonslayer Hiya guys! I am also ready to get back at this story. I do may own work schedule to keep up with; therefore, I might not be as available as I was before. But what times work best for you guys is fine with me.
WHOA!! Has it really been THREE MONTHS since I posted in this thread?! . . .
Okay, it has.
Tell me what you all think of this poem.
Rainbow in Waterdrops
Come down…[Read more]
@sparrowhawke I like this! It’s raw and honest. I don’t think I would change anything in it. Keep writing! 🙂
Would you rather wear the same outfit every day (it’s clean, it’s just that all your outfits are the same) or wear a different outfit every day for the rest of your life?
Dayton: “I don’t care. As long as it is clean and professional in appearance, it matters little what I wear.”
Alan: “Bor-ing. I’ll rather a different outfit eve…[Read more]
@arindown Wow! Thanks. . . Guess that means it’s a good plot.
@arindown Oo, this does sound like fun! Lemme try . . .
Megyn: *at age six* “Why did God let Daddy die?”
Mrs. Morgan, guardian and mother figure: “We may not understand why He allowed it . . . But He loves you.”
Megyn: * at age 13 * “If God is my Father, why do I feel so alone?”
Douglas Griffith, mentor and spiritual guardian: “Is your…[Read more]
Yeah, it’s right in the middle of a chase scene in a fanfiction I’m writing. The POV is actually from “his” perspective.
No, actually, the artistic license was a good inspiration. So,more like this?
A teenage girl stood before him. Every ragged gasp heaved her thin shoulders as each nerve in her slender figure quivered. Tatters of stained clothing hung from her short frame. Stains from sweat and dirt covered her from head to foot. Her hands and…[Read more]
@rose-colored-fancy Can I join in on this?
So here is my description for critique.
Her clothes hung in tatters from her body. She stood before him – or rather below him for their difference in height-, with every nerve in her frame quivering. Each breath heaved her thin shoulders as they spilled out of her in ragged gasps. Streaks of dirt…[Read more]
And yes, I know that is song.
@naiya-dyani Yeah, I realized that after I wrote this. 😁
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