Here's some Совет for all Ты budding poets out there. Start a Поэзия journal and start Письмо a poem everyday.
To get started all Ты need is a notebook and a pencil. Everytime you're inspired by something you've experienced write it down while it's still fresh in your mind.
You'll find that a lot of what you've written is rubbish but that does not matter. What matter is you're getting into the habit of Письмо on a regular basis and by doing that your skills as a poet will improve with the practice Ты will get by keeping a Поэзия journal.
To get started all Ты need is a notebook and a pencil. Everytime you're inspired by something you've experienced write it down while it's still fresh in your mind.
You'll find that a lot of what you've written is rubbish but that does not matter. What matter is you're getting into the habit of Письмо on a regular basis and by doing that your skills as a poet will improve with the practice Ты will get by keeping a Поэзия journal.
Suspect 3: Mystery Woman (ya random pic none would upload except this)
He shoved crayons up my nose!-Lulu
Lulu
The Book/Story Logo
Serena
He didn't seem... mad. Like he should have been. Like he had every right to be.
He stopped maybe a meter away from me. I glanced up, and saw the same look of indecision I had seen on his face the first day.
I had no idea what I was supposed to do. My life is not a perfect little story where happy endings are mandatory.
I didn't expect myself to sink to the floor against the Стена and begin crying. There just weren't words to say what I wanted to.
I didn't expect him to sit in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He forced me to to look up at him, and he said, "Tell me."
He didn't seem... mad. Like he should have been. Like he had every right to be.
He stopped maybe a meter away from me. I glanced up, and saw the same look of indecision I had seen on his face the first day.
I had no idea what I was supposed to do. My life is not a perfect little story where happy endings are mandatory.
I didn't expect myself to sink to the floor against the Стена and begin crying. There just weren't words to say what I wanted to.
I didn't expect him to sit in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He forced me to to look up at him, and he said, "Tell me."
