Writing has left me by PhabiannThePoet, literature
Literature
Writing has left me
Can I tell you something I don't have anything to write about, I don't have anything to express. Maybe the inspiration has just left me. I wish I could write, I wish I could put into words such fantastical imagery and such deep meaning and philosophy but it seems that I've let my ability to write decay and waste away and it's saddening. I used to enjoy writing so much and now I have nothing to write about, no great adventure that I have experienced, no tragic love I have lost. Writing was a way that I could escape, to escape the world around me, the pain that I felt, to express. It was an outlet for me I miss it. I miss being able to write a
Happy Days: My Dearest Brother by PhabiannThePoet, literature
Literature
Happy Days: My Dearest Brother
In the previous story, I mentioned how my brother and I didn't get along as kids. He used to physically and verbally abuse me a lot. But you know what, no matter how many times he beat me up or told me I was worthless, stupid or that nobody loved me, I still loved him. Make no mistake, I was not an innocent victim in all of this, I tried to get back at him by blaming him for things he didn’t do and as the youngest, people were more likely to believe me so I usually got away with it. Thinking back on all the times I tried to get revenge, I really do feel awful about it.
Though out of the two of us I think I had it easier. I only realis
Happy Days: I was such a dumb kid by PhabiannThePoet, literature
Literature
Happy Days: I was such a dumb kid
To tell you the truth I don’t remember much of what happened to me when I was still small enough to think that numbers after ten went ten-one, ten- two and so on. So rather than this being a continual story this will just be a rant about certain things that happened to me when I was below the age of six.
The earliest memory I have is sticking my tongue at my brother and letting out the biggest mouth fart ever, spraying spit everywhere and I don’t even remember why I did it, I just remember my brother being very wet and upset. My brother and I didn’t get along well when we were kids but I like to believe that was because he
These words that I think, write and say;
They are in the air that I breathe,
In the water that I drink
In the earth that I stand on
And in the fire that I hold in my hand
These words make up my being and prove that I exist.
They make up my bones that keep me standing
They make up my muscles that give me strength
They make up my blood and my heart where my passion lies
And they make up my soul and my mind that connect me with God.
These words...
My words are my sword and my shield.
They are my breath,
They are my strength,
They are my blood,
They are my soul...
These words are who I am.
I am a poet
I am a writer
I am a storyteller
I am w
Writing has left me by PhabiannThePoet, literature
Literature
Writing has left me
Can I tell you something I don't have anything to write about, I don't have anything to express. Maybe the inspiration has just left me. I wish I could write, I wish I could put into words such fantastical imagery and such deep meaning and philosophy but it seems that I've let my ability to write decay and waste away and it's saddening. I used to enjoy writing so much and now I have nothing to write about, no great adventure that I have experienced, no tragic love I have lost. Writing was a way that I could escape, to escape the world around me, the pain that I felt, to express. It was an outlet for me I miss it. I miss being able to write a
Happy Days: My Dearest Brother by PhabiannThePoet, literature
Literature
Happy Days: My Dearest Brother
In the previous story, I mentioned how my brother and I didn't get along as kids. He used to physically and verbally abuse me a lot. But you know what, no matter how many times he beat me up or told me I was worthless, stupid or that nobody loved me, I still loved him. Make no mistake, I was not an innocent victim in all of this, I tried to get back at him by blaming him for things he didn’t do and as the youngest, people were more likely to believe me so I usually got away with it. Thinking back on all the times I tried to get revenge, I really do feel awful about it.
Though out of the two of us I think I had it easier. I only realis
Happy Days: I was such a dumb kid by PhabiannThePoet, literature
Literature
Happy Days: I was such a dumb kid
To tell you the truth I don’t remember much of what happened to me when I was still small enough to think that numbers after ten went ten-one, ten- two and so on. So rather than this being a continual story this will just be a rant about certain things that happened to me when I was below the age of six.
The earliest memory I have is sticking my tongue at my brother and letting out the biggest mouth fart ever, spraying spit everywhere and I don’t even remember why I did it, I just remember my brother being very wet and upset. My brother and I didn’t get along well when we were kids but I like to believe that was because he
These words that I think, write and say;
They are in the air that I breathe,
In the water that I drink
In the earth that I stand on
And in the fire that I hold in my hand
These words make up my being and prove that I exist.
They make up my bones that keep me standing
They make up my muscles that give me strength
They make up my blood and my heart where my passion lies
And they make up my soul and my mind that connect me with God.
These words...
My words are my sword and my shield.
They are my breath,
They are my strength,
They are my blood,
They are my soul...
These words are who I am.
I am a poet
I am a writer
I am a storyteller
I am w
character profile template. by Kaishos, literature
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character profile template.
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Sometimes we are born
with a cross to bear
and to that cross you are not warned,
it is okay to think that unfair
That cross you must carry
to your own personal Calvary
and you must be wary
that all you will feel is agony
Once the cross is made to stand
and just as though it were planned
You will face both The Dark and The Light
only you can choose which way is right
Ascend into Heaven
or Descend into Hell
Can you live with your choice?
Only time will tell...
Just a lazy bones programmer that sometimes writes cringey stories and poems
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
KoRn, Disturbed, Black Sabbath, Ozzy Osbourne, Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix, Nirvana, Rammstein, Mastodon, System of a Down, Brocas Helm, Danzig, Mötorhead, Dragonforce
Sorry guys I have been inactive for so long. I'm having internet issues. It will be fixed in a couple days and I will resume posting on a regular basis (once a week is my regular basis :D)
I have been tagged by ~ML-Tordoff (https://www.deviantart.com/ml-tordoff) So I feel obligated to participate and I think this will be a good time to let people know more about me. :D
Apparently there are rules to this so let me clarify them.
1) You must post these rules
2) Each person has to share 10 facts about themselves
3) Answer the ten questions asked by the person who tagged you and make up 10 questions for your ten tags
4) Choose ten people and put their icon in your journal
5) Go to their page and inform them that they have been tagged by you.
6) NOT something like " you are tagged if you read that"
7) You have to legitimately tag 10 people
8) No tag backs
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This is by far my favourite poem of all time... I just love it so very much...
The Raven
By Edgar Allen Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon th
I know its a bit early, but I have been so busy as of late that I am not always on DA and I wanted to make sure that I didn't miss your birthday! I hope you have a fun and beautiful day!