#writerlife
You look so much
better now —
“I was always better,
You just didn’t stay long
Enough to finally see it.”
_Personal Growth_.
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 1:08 AM UTC
I wish I could move out of my mind — truly, a vacancy for time.
All my work is self-published, and still, I’m overly booked —
for the _choice not to write, and to write not what I chose to like._
Even my thoughts need re-editing.
Glad-handing, elbow-rubbing, a little elbow grease to fry what
flips me off — and still, I can barely give my writing away for free.
But funny, how it takes freedom to write. And to steal my words
and claim them as your own — that’s not inspiration, that’s a steal.
But if a Robin’s just the bird sidekick to a Bat, does the latter swing
above the signal that calls him to play the game? Maybe I’ve been
answering too many lights in the sky, thinking they were mine.
“Lead author,” they say — comical at best.
Rest has become a suggestion, and I’m the vigilante of my own creation,
roaming the night for meaning in half-finished drafts and coffee stains.
Writer’s block fears me like a man texting his crush — hitting send,
then praying the three dots don’t disappear forever. The silence between
response and rejection is an entire anthology in my chest.
And **** — this house of a mind. Dusty sofas. ***** intentions.
But still… a home of loving thoughts, waiting for someone to move in.
__Wow.__
Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 10:17 AM UTC
When she turned around ..
Her wavy hairs sound…
Hearing from a step back …
I can imagine her crowned…
I can imagine her crowned…
My love coming towards me….
I was walking to her like sea…..
flock of birds are showering love..
From the sky at above…
Flock of birds are smiling …
cheering for our love…
From the sky at above…
Her eyes are deep ocean…
I am drowned.. I am drowned …
I can imagine her crowned ..
I can imagine her crowned..
Her voice making my heart warm…
Her eyes taking me deep down…
When I heard her sweet voice..
My heart leaps up and rejoice..
She dwelt among my heart …
Like a first love art…
Like a first love art…
We can hear Flute of love sound..
I can imagine her crowned…
I can imagine her crowned….
Whispering of the birds …
Turning into love song…
We are dancing …
the rain started to fall along ….
When the sun goes down …
The stars covering the sky…
Our love raising and you are getting
Shy……
Give me more love my girl …
Give me shine of your smile pearl..
This ocean captured our love …
This sand captured our footprint above…
You are my dream … i am drowned..
I can imagine her crowned …
I can imagine her crowned …
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC
New hug of life
New hug of life…
I feel alive…
And my love for me…
Is growing again…
Something happening again…
A precious life coming again…
My wings are spread out again…
New hug of life…
I feel alive…..
I feel like heart is popping out…
feeling like a crazy shout…
My heart is out of fear…
On a path of new dreams
My destination appears…
New hug of life… …
for a sky dive.. .
feeling like a wave alive…
dancing in the sky…
This is my pry…..
I greet my self..
I meet my self…
Cause in my struggle….
I am thrive….
Life is growing on my side…
New hug of life…
I feel alive…
Courage lies within my heart…
My words are enough to spark…
My eyes were searching
.. for the new life…
A precious life.. without strife…
Life embrace me and give me…
New hug of life…
I feel alive…
New life door reopened. …
Too many dreams were broken..
Now its trying to change life again…
Yet how much less it were to gain
My love for me is growing again..
A precious life coming again..
New hug of life..
I feel alive…
And my love for me is growing again..
New hug of life…..
New hug of life….
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC