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Writing Journey

Everyone’s writing journey differs. People often don’t realise that. You don’t need to be the next Cassandra Clare, or Sarah J. Mass. Be the first you! Find your own writing system. Here’s mine!

There was a time when I was in a reading slump and could not find a book I wanted to read. Moreover, I always wanted to read a book where I could relate to the protagonist and that was almost never the case. The only character I could say is almost similar to me is Celaena from Throne of glass. All this led me to ask this question, “what would my fantasy story be?” and hence I started writing with no plot, no world, nothing but the protagonist who was fully based on myself. I just wanted to experiment writing with this character and that was very fun and self-discovering for myself. Though the story was going in some random direction, I still kept writing. At times I would face a dead end even with just a few chapters in and then I would start again from the very beginning, with a different start, and this continued for around 2 years. Looking back, my story right now is way different from where I started. But those 2 years of writing was never a waste, writing is a trial and error process, you learn with every word you write. It takes time to find your style, your world and your writing process. When I started I felt I could wing it as I went but then, after a very long time, I figured out I was often hit with a writer’s block, because I didn't know what was next. This was when I realised that my method was outlining before I started and that has been very helpful and stable. Currently I would like to think my WIP is going great, know where my story is heading which makes it easier for me to write. Right now, though I feel I have found my style and this is going to be the final story, a part of me also knows there's more changes to come and there is more for me to discover.

The Sea

Dearest, the truth is-

I have always been

Part of the sea.

When I saw you,

Surfing with the waves

I thought that maybe

You can tame me.

But then again

My dearest,

You have always

Been so scared

Of the ocean;

Just as the devil

Is scared of

His own name.

-Stormykatie

Is it really too much to ask to turn me into a garden fairy, so I could spend the rest of my life among flowers and live in a dainty ethereal mushroom!

Lovers who write poems or verses for their soulmates are so precious and need be protected at all costs.

I think efforts are way more attractive and reassuring in a relationship than promises. You never know if you're gonna be able to keep the promises in future or not, but the efforts you make in the present are a lot more worthwhile.

Prelude

I am a new beginning

The first page

A hopeful dream

I am the door to a new world

The first flight to a new sky

The last train to a new town

The beginning of the end

An old story made new

I am a new beginning

A character born of necessity

The first step into the dark

The last breath before the dive

The beginning of you and I

I am a new beginning

Leave the past behind

Come take my hand

And let us carve

Our new plot

Together

Refrain

Guitar strings in repeat

I stop at a moment’s breath

This song I play is but the same

An endless cacophony of

Meaningless

Noise

I hear a round of applause

Bright beautiful colours

A crowd clapping for a stage

The artist

Lost

Alone in the song

Guitar strings in repeat

I continue to play along

Hoping things would one day change

A bridge to another verse

An escape from this refrain

Goodbye Sunshine

Dear sunshine,

Why does looking at you hurt?

There’s no need to cry anymore because things can stay this way forever

I know we’ll see each other again at dawn

Or maybe not

So can I trust you to keep my happy thoughts safe for now?

I count each day you give me

Days I wish would never end

Why are you so far away?

Shining and shining

Glowing and glowing

Your love is so warm and happy

It’s almost unfair

I can see you clearly now in the sky

It’s almost unfair

I can see you clearly now in the sky

So there’s no need to say goodbye.

Take My Hand

Take my hand, take me forward

Take me to your dream land

Caution me to watch my step

So I can’t look back at my footprints

Climb the stairs ahead of me

While I look up to you

The more I look forward, the more I look up

The more I can lend to you

If you can trust me to follow your pace

I’ll trust you to set it

If you can trust me to lend you a smile

I’ll trust you to return it

Take my hand, take me forward

Take me to your dreamland

Become The Flower

A feeling of joy is a flower plucked from the ground

The colour, the scent

It’s so pretty in my hair

Every day I pluck some flowers as though they grew just for me

A lifetime of peace and nourishment yanked away in an instant

All for me

All for joy

I need more

I need more joy

I need more happy

Pluck pluck pluck every day

Pluck pluck pluck, so pretty in my hair

Pluck pluck pluck, you’re going to die and you too

Beneath my feet a flower stands alone

It beckons to me

I twist the stem, freeing it from its clinging roots

Caressing the final joyous moment between my fingers but to what end?

I look in every direction and the field I stand in, the prosperous field, is a barren wasteland

The fruits of my labour

The carnage of my joy

And that is why

I’ve decided

I must

Become the flower

Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain

Hiding the tears that fall like rain

Saying I’m fine when I’m anything but

This ache in my soul rips at my gut

My skin is on fire

I burn from within

The calm on my face is an ongoing sin

The world must stay out, I’ve built up a wall

My fragile lie will collapse should it ever fall

Loneliness consumes me

It eats away the years

Until my life is swallowed by unending fears

Waiting for someone to see I wear a mask

And care enough to remove it

Is that too much to ask?

Stop a second to think if you would die today could you say you were really living your life without knowing your words are a lie?

"Don't ever think that you're not good enough because you are good enough. You just don't see it yet."

— To a person who needs to realize that they're more than enough

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Ink Stained Heart [poetry]

Ink Stained Heart is a collection of all my poems. I finally had the courage to show my writing to the world. I hope yo...

My friend is writing this book! Give it some love!

The walls kept tumbling down in the city that we loved..

Ya know I really want to type out happy things. I want to write that I'm happy, my grades are up, my attendance is top notch, my professors are amazing, haven't been sick in a while, that I'm FANTASTIC!!

But that's the thing, I'm not. And I know that there's quite a lot of people out there right now, probably not reading this, feeling this way.

I'm scared. Simply put, I'm scared.

I'm so scared for what's to come that I'm not able to live my now and I dont even know what even IS coming..

My 2nd sem starts tomorrow, and I tried to open my book and I just blank. I dont know what I'm going to do in class. I'm scared to even drop my course, because if I do, what next? What new course can i do? I cant not have a college degree, right? Will I be okay if I dont have a college degree?

I've been tried so hard to catch up to something that I dont even know, I've forgotten whom I used to be..

But if you closed your eyes, does it almost feel nothing's changed at all ...

There are these small pockets, small moments when for a small while I forget about my impending doom and I feel calm. Just for a little bit.

Then the walls come tumbling down again...

Tell me how am I gonna be an optimistic about this ..

Character Development

When developing a character, I choose the role I want my character to play, then decide how I could make it realistic.

Take my character Remi Wolf, for example. Remi is always in the center of chaos, and she is aware of it. To save herself an emotional breakdown, she plans ahead. Some would call it being prepared, but when her doing it affects her everyday life, it slowly starts to be an anxiety disorder.

There are ways to portray Remi’s anxiety without saying she has anxiety, such as giving her noise cancelling headphones. Since she has been around chaos most of her life, she may be sensitive to noise. Remi could wear these in a classroom, in the cafeteria, et cetera.

As tedious as this task may be, putting a reason behind the tiniest detail not only helps the development of the character make sense, but it humanizes the character in a way where the reader can relate to them.

(Tip: Everybody gets anxious, but if it’s to the point where your anxiousness is affecting how you perform everyday tasks, talk to someone about it. Preferably, a doctor of some sort, but it helps to talk to your peers.)

If you have any questions regarding character development, or feel as though I’ve missed something, feel free to let me know!

Take me in your arms (Miss Heroin)

By: unknown

So now, little man, you've grown tired of grass

LSD, goofballs, cocaine and hash,

And someone,pretending to be a true friend,

said, "I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin".

Well honey, before you start fooling with me,

Just let me inform you of how it will be.

For I will seduce you and make you my slave,

I've sent men much stronger than you to their graves,

You think you could never become a disgrace,

And end up addicted to poppy seed waste.

So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon,

you'll take me to your arms very soon.

And once I've entered deep down in your veins,

The craving will nearly drive you insane.

You'll swidle your mother, just for a buck

You'll turn into something vile and corrupt,

You'll mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charm

And feel contentment when I'm in your arms.

The day you'll realize the monster you've grown,

You'll solemly swear to live me alone.

If you think you've got that mystical knack,

Then sweetie, just try getting me off your back.

The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied in knots,

The jangling nerves screaming for one more shot,

The hot chills and cold sweats and withdrawl pains,

That can only be saved by my white little grains.

There is no other way, and there is no need to look,

For deep down inside, you know you are hooked.

You'll despretly run to the pushers and then,

You'll welcome me back to your arms once again.

And you will return, just as I foretold!

I know that you'll give me your body and soul.

You'll give up your morals, your conscience, your heart,

And you will be mine 'till death do us part.

"I'd watch the world burn, knowing that none of the flames would dare to touch me. Why would they consume a monster who doesn't fear fire? They'd run, bringing me along with them, bursts of orange, red and gold, would cover the sky; touched by the wings drawn on my back. Fire in my hand, I'd walk past the rubble, angry that this moment of joy would end."

--I'm totally sane.

She’s the Girl

She's the girl who annoys you, irritates you to the core but you can't get enough of her. She's the girl who miraculously can make you like her in an instant but also give you the pain by suddenly detaching herself. She's the girl who desperately wants a lover but also runs away when a guy is right in front of her. She's the girl who wishes to own every thing she desires yet she clings on to the old, raggy stuff. She's the girl who acts to be emotional but isn't emotional at all. She's the girl who acts to be emotionless but wails until her heart rips out and throat goes sour. She's the girl who tries to see beauty in everything yet has to wear a big, stuck glasses to actually filter what she sees. She's the girl who seems to stand up for what she believes yet she doesn't believe in what she believes. She's the girl who seems to listen to her heart and live to her fullest yet she doesn't know what she's following but she knows she's only surviving. She's a miraculous mental who tries to survive in this world among words leading a contradictory life. She's what she seems to be & also she's not what she seems to be.