Write hard and clear about what hurts.
-Ernest Hemingway
There is nothing to writing. All Ты do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
-Ernest Hemingway
Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five или six of them. Most people don’t see any.
-Orson Scott Card
For me, Письмо is exploration; and most of the time, I’m surprised where the journey takes me.
-Jack Dann
The hardest thing about Письмо is writing.
-Nora Ephron
If a writer falls in Любовь with you, Ты can never die.
-Mik Everett
Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what Ты have to say. It’s the one and only thing Ты have to offer.
-Barbara Kingsolver
I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.
-Gustave Flaubert
There’s no money in poetry, but then there’s no Поэзия in money either.
-Robert Graves
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
-Maya Angelou
Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, или for another book; give it, give it all, give it now.”
-Annie Dillard
Prose is architecture, not interior decoration.
-Ernest Hemingway
Письмо isn’t the same as speaking, I struggle with conversation.
-Alex Turner
Writers are forgetful
because
they’re busy
remembering
the important things.
-Unknown author, found on Tumblr
Книги are a uniquely portable magic.
-Stephen King
The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.
-Mark Twain
We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.
-Ernest Hemingway
Anyone who is going to be a writer knows enough at 15 to write several novels.
-May Sarton
There is a difference between ‘true’ and 'real.’ Not all stories are true, but all of them are real. A writer can see, and feel, and live a story in her head, and she can then say или write words that make someone else do those same things. That’s real.
-Josette Vipond
The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
-Andre Gide
If it sounds like writing, I rewrite it.
-Elmore Leonard
Why am I compelled to write? Because the Письмо saves me from this complacency I fear. Because I have no choice. Because I must keep the spirit of my revolt and myself alive. Because the world I create in the Письмо compensates for what the real world does not give me. By Письмо I put order in the world, give it a handle so I can grasp it. I write because life does not appease my appetites and hunger. I write to record what others erase when I speak, to rewrite the stories others have miswritten about me, about you. To become еще intimate with myself and you. To discover myself, to preserve myself; to make myself, to achieve self-autonomy. To dispell the myths that I am a mad prophet или a poor suffering soul. To convince myself that I am worthy and that what I have to say is not a pile of shit. To Показать that I can and that I will write, never mind their admonitions to the contrary. And I will write about the unmentionables, never mind the outraged gasp of the censor and the audience. Finally I write because I'm scared of Письмо but I'm еще scared of not writing. Why should I try to justify why I write? Do I need to justify being Chicana, being woman? Ты might as well ask me to try to justify why I’m alive. The act of Письмо is the act of making soul, alchemy.
-Gloria Anzaldúa
Письмо is its own reward.
-Henry Miller
-Ernest Hemingway
There is nothing to writing. All Ты do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
-Ernest Hemingway
Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five или six of them. Most people don’t see any.
-Orson Scott Card
For me, Письмо is exploration; and most of the time, I’m surprised where the journey takes me.
-Jack Dann
The hardest thing about Письмо is writing.
-Nora Ephron
If a writer falls in Любовь with you, Ты can never die.
-Mik Everett
Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what Ты have to say. It’s the one and only thing Ты have to offer.
-Barbara Kingsolver
I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.
-Gustave Flaubert
There’s no money in poetry, but then there’s no Поэзия in money either.
-Robert Graves
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
-Maya Angelou
Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, или for another book; give it, give it all, give it now.”
-Annie Dillard
Prose is architecture, not interior decoration.
-Ernest Hemingway
Письмо isn’t the same as speaking, I struggle with conversation.
-Alex Turner
Writers are forgetful
because
they’re busy
remembering
the important things.
-Unknown author, found on Tumblr
Книги are a uniquely portable magic.
-Stephen King
The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.
-Mark Twain
We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.
-Ernest Hemingway
Anyone who is going to be a writer knows enough at 15 to write several novels.
-May Sarton
There is a difference between ‘true’ and 'real.’ Not all stories are true, but all of them are real. A writer can see, and feel, and live a story in her head, and she can then say или write words that make someone else do those same things. That’s real.
-Josette Vipond
The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
-Andre Gide
If it sounds like writing, I rewrite it.
-Elmore Leonard
Why am I compelled to write? Because the Письмо saves me from this complacency I fear. Because I have no choice. Because I must keep the spirit of my revolt and myself alive. Because the world I create in the Письмо compensates for what the real world does not give me. By Письмо I put order in the world, give it a handle so I can grasp it. I write because life does not appease my appetites and hunger. I write to record what others erase when I speak, to rewrite the stories others have miswritten about me, about you. To become еще intimate with myself and you. To discover myself, to preserve myself; to make myself, to achieve self-autonomy. To dispell the myths that I am a mad prophet или a poor suffering soul. To convince myself that I am worthy and that what I have to say is not a pile of shit. To Показать that I can and that I will write, never mind their admonitions to the contrary. And I will write about the unmentionables, never mind the outraged gasp of the censor and the audience. Finally I write because I'm scared of Письмо but I'm еще scared of not writing. Why should I try to justify why I write? Do I need to justify being Chicana, being woman? Ты might as well ask me to try to justify why I’m alive. The act of Письмо is the act of making soul, alchemy.
-Gloria Anzaldúa
Письмо is its own reward.
-Henry Miller
Sitting right where Ты are
Ты have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
Ты are nothing to me
No matter how Ты try
What do Ты care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
Ты don't know me
No matter how Ты try
Why are Ты here?
Ты know I don't want you
I told Ты to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
Ты can't mold me
No matter how Ты try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. LOL Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved by any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind или fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
или accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will Ты take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop Пение of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even by taking one step forward,
by placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
Ты will realize the cage has already been broken.
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved by any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind или fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
или accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will Ты take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop Пение of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even by taking one step forward,
by placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
Ты will realize the cage has already been broken.
Once i was having a день dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.
Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 год old was Письмо a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are Ты doing here?," she asked. "I Любовь the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner Ты guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446