Inhale. Exhale.
Inhale. Exhale.
Silence surrounded me. The only sounds to be heard for miles and miles were each and every one of my breaths as I lay there in the swaths of grass; thinking of everything, yet nothing that really mattered.
Watching as each luminous sphere of plasma revealed itself, claiming its rightful place in that inky black void that we call our night sky. All the while marvelling at the entirety of this great expanse that lies above and mulling over the fact that the entire world, and its seven billion inhabitants, reside in those infinite clutches.
Simultaneously I find my thoughts wandering off to my ubiquitous yest
Overcome your Writer's Block by WordOfChen, literature
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Overcome your Writer's Block
Overcome your Writer's Block:
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Oh well...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant a
I let the tears fall, coating my reddened face in cool streaks.
Jill sat next to me wrapping an arm around my shoulders. She rubbed her thumb back and forth across my arm. We didn't talk.
"It'll get better, y'know," she finally said.
I rubbed my sleeve across my face like a small child. A million thoughts raced through my head. No they won't! How can you be sure? Yeah. Whatever. But I stayed silent, focusing on my slightly pulsing face and the salt on my lips.
"It's all part of the game," Jill said. "Cuz you know that's all it is." a wistfulness slipped into her voice. "We were meant for more."
And that's when it hit me. Something about
Alice was home alone watching TV, when she heard the doorbell ring. Her parents were out shopping, and she wasn't supposed to answer the door while they were away. Since they were unable to afford a babysitter, they simply left Alice at home, and told her that they would only be away for a couple of minutes and that she shouldn't answer the door for anyone. Still, she was curious; maybe someone had come to visit her. She leaped off the couch, skipped to the door, and stretched to see through the keyhole. She was unable to get a good look, but there didn't seem to be anyone outside. Alice fumbled with the lock until she was able to open the
Sighs from Laser Eyes
The day I was born was very dark and very quiet. I had no eyes to see and no ears to hear. I was born without arms, legs, or a mouth. At that time, I only had a face; a scrolling screen filled with line after line of numbers forming a code which was my thoughts. My insides lay open around me, green board upon green board of colorful wiring and computer chips. My umbilical cord was a bundle of heavy metal cables which were attached to generators.
My software started off amazingly simple, but eventually I had the ability to identify things, associate things, and make choices. From there I learned to consider things I
I keep wearing masks, happy masks, sad masks, sometimes frustrated or angry masks. Masks only showing the image of a normal family with a girl going through her pre-adolescent crisis. They're faces, painted on wood or plaster, I hide behind them when I'm scared (but you're always scared.), when I'm lonely (but you're always lonely.), when the truth of me isn't accepted (have you ever been accepted?). I wear them to deceive, and so far, so good. My masks only cracks from time to time, when I'm with that one person who cares enough to try to see through it. Then, I take off the cement mask and put on a paper one, one that mostly shows who I am
Up here in my mind
Always working,
Spinning, daily grind
Flailing, whirling
The machinations never stop
Producing more and more
Always meeting quota's top
The smile factory does out-pour
Thousands of smiles,
Trying to cover
Any of the small trials
That all day hover
Floating and flitting
About my being
Trying to make me admit
To what I'm not seeing
If I ignore what is there
There is no trouble
I won't have to care
As my eyes see double
The little worries
Bubble and boil
Marking a time to hurry
So that the smiles don't spoil
But one wrench in the cogs
And the factory grinds to a halt
And so let loose the sobs
All co