It's my drug of choice. Well, one of the healthiest ones, I should say. I have others - you know, the usuals of sugar, Netflix, comic books, games, socialization, etc.

Yet trapped in my prison cell during the past year writing is the drug that saved me.

Maybe writing isn't a drug - maybe writing is actually a cure?

So I don’t do this often, you know. I write poetry, becuase it makes sense to me but I found something which I couldn’t describe in any other way.

Let me tell you, everybody smiles (also, everybody wants to rule the world, but that’s a different story.), okay, so everybody smiles, and I don’t know how to decribe this, but some smiles are pure poetry. You know? There are people in this world who, when they smile, is beautiful and poetic all and of itself. It’s like how John Green aptly stated:

“That smile could end wars and cure cancer.”

-and theirs could. You may not know who I’m talking about, but you know what I’m talking about. When I saw them smile, I thought to myself, I would do anything to see that smile for the rest of my life. For it was fleeting yet never ending in its infinity.

I never acutally believed in all this, in the cliché I just stated. Those which make immortal fools out of love, and darkned souls out of hurt. However, when I saw their smile, all of that went out of the window, and for a moment, all the clichés made sense, just as poetry always does, and I was just another immortal fool.

So perhaps that is love, it its simplest yet ever deepening form.

You drive the bus out of the depot and arrive at the first stop. 11 people get on.

At the next stop, four people get on.

Stop three: two people get off and 3 get on.

Next stop, two people get on and 2 get off.

At the sixth stop, nobody gets on.

What colour are the bus driver's eyes?

i’m lying on the couch, fearful of dying sanity. engulfed in spicy leather.

aching memories have left bruises that stain blue to this day. they sting when my mind traces their outlines.

my hungry hands search, but there are no more cigarettes to be smoked. the thirsty throat burns, but there is nothing left to drink.

postponed dialogues leave scars, but no matter, there are no words left to be spoken. i once fashioned a river of odes to you. it has run dry.

i let the sun descend and breathe thoughts to be condemned.

hello.. to..nobody as of right now? im completely new to this website and the whole online writing community. i’m very excited to write again as i haven’t had the time to do so for quite a while :)

here are some ~fun facts~ about me:::

i love watching movies and probably get through about 5-9 a week depending on how much free time i have. i could talk about films for ages!!!!

i also play the cello and sing. my whole life revolves around music and i listen to anything from sza to debussy to film soundtracks like hans zimmer stuff :D

okok cool i cant wait to read lots of amazing work and post a few of my own little things too !!! :))))

Last night I showered

In his three piece suit

Water cascaded over Italian cashmere

Sliding into a 120 thread count

Montblanc cufflinks shone bright reflecting

Arrogance that danced across the tile walls

Notched lapels drooped over

And egyptian wool shoulder pads filled heavy to the brim

I tilted my head back

Jagged laughter rose from my throat

I let my mouth fill with water

And lazilly drooled it down

Like a bubbling crab

Over his favorite Hermès tie

And once pride lay saturated on my frame

I suctioned flat against the bottom of the tub

Inhaled the fumes of uptight pretentious bastardization

And let the water beat me in the face

Steam pruned my fingertips

Before the Parker pen in his breast pocket

Leaked out across a chest with arms of 100% cotton

Half asleep I watched it bleed

Wicking at fibers hungrily with capillary action

I’d been hollowed.

and string lights against the dark december dark cold dark wind wails stake down the deer penguin owl o little town of LED how bright we see thee lie bright lie needed lie pandemic pine mulled wine facemask flurries reindeer distance santa dear we’re in a hurry holly jolly headroom ICU come sailing in but sanitize o tannenbaum o tannenbaum kiss me by the mistletoe moderna light the tree light the tree and sing

Hi everyone! So some of you know that I had made a challenge of writing tips. I am thrilled to say that I found a ton of brilliant advice. So now I am going to share the things I have learned from those dozen of people, and things I have picked up! Enjoy!

1) Write down everything and anything about your plot and characters

2) Have a specific day/time when you write! This really helps.

3) When stuck on a scene, put in who what where when why

4) Proofread each page you finish, that way you don't have a mound of editing waiting for you to put off

5) Read other authors (other than your favorites) to spark ideas

6) Rewrite!

7) Ask prose!

8) Try to write down other ideas

9) Or Combine them!

10) Write character backstories

11) I plan out little scenes, then connect the dots

12) Listen to music at the mood of your scene

13) Make a cup of tea/coffee

14) Write in a notebook first, then transfer it into a writing software

15) Set a word minimum

16) Set a goal and don't break it for a certain amount of days

17) Where UVEX glasses

18) Write somewhere from 5-10 pages a day

19) I didn't realize this but 5 pages a day, you end up writing 150 pages in a month! Now thats some progress! If you can keep that up you could write a 300 paged novel in 2 MONTHS! but that is hard to keep up!

20) Find a new cool writing softwere! It will keep you interested and writing!

Hope this is helpful!!!

Pretty smiles mess my heart up

Your crooked goofy grin is still the worst I ever touched

I wash my hands a million times

Tryna get your cooties off my mind

My walls got tired of hearing your name

Every song I wrote about you always ends the same

Cause I'll always twist it to your side

In your lies I reminisce

In your short comings I abide

Your halo was a collar

White wings were such a bother

Angel boy

You whisper that you miss me

White lies that taste like whiskey

Angel boy

I wish I could get over

Your influence on my shoulder

Too long I have been blinded by your light

Angel, you don't look so good in white