When you hold your writing pencil, don't you get this sensation of writing a sentence that has a story to tell? when you line up your fingers on the pencils' long neck, don't you feel like writing a paragraph that has a stoy to crush? When you erase with the end of your ppencil, don't you get the sensation of rewriting a life?
A pencil has millions of stories to tell, all you need is to make it apart of your body and get your brain to send brain waves to it to create a story.
Life is like lead, light and sometimes dark, it leaves debrit and when you try to rub it off, it leaves a mark. You can try to erase it, but there is no way the mark will dissapear forever, there is always a little bit left, sometimes not visible by the naked eye. Lead breaks and so do we, we all have an end just like it. Sometimes, you sharpen the pencil so much, you have a stub left and nothing else...
Take a pencil and write a story, then erase a sentence and carefully look at the end result...
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Random things that mean something
Here are little paragraphs I wrote about the me inside my soul
If the floor loved me, it would let me go, if the plants loved me, they would let me breathe the way I want to, if the sky loved me, the moon wouldn't try to steal my eye and show it to you, if you loved me, all like you claim, you would let me move on and u would stop following me...
Take a tear drop and form it into something beautiful...
I may hate you, but that doesn't mean I don't love and miss you!
I turned my head to each side, noticed there's no one, I crossed to the other side of the street, and for some reason, clusters of dark clouds began to form, fast traffic started and I couldn't cross back, I had to learn to move on and continue my glorious, beautiful life.
The crecent moon of this night will cover my sun of this day. Everything will turn to darknesss and no one will live again. All will die and burn, so will I, because the sky will be too much for our eyes to bare. This world we live in will haunt you more than hell would and love you more than heaven will.
Darkness stole me and I came back, I can see the light again and finally touch the ground with dirt so soft. I am a better person now that I pulled thru.
If I could take your away your pain, I'd let you live on your own lane, If I could take away your suffering, I know one day you`ll see the stars clustering, If I could take away your tears, I would lose all my fears.
If darkness takes me, I will make sure to wash off some of the black paint to let the light shine in, even just a space and even for a small amount of time. But I've been taken over by similar darkness, but I always shine thru and do my best at everything and every challenge that comes my way!
Watashi ga shinu to omottanara, watashi wa sū-nen mae ga arudeshou (if i wanted to die, I would have years ago)
I want to be for someone else what Plumb was for me!!!
I could hear the rhythm within me because I was forgotten, unwanted
You helped my soul from being graspsed into the arms of depression and being locked in eternal shadows
You made my life a nightmare, one I couldn't wake up from. Now I woke up, can you be real and exist for real for once in ur damn life!
If the floor loved me, it would let me go, if the plants loved me, they would let me breathe the way I want to, if the sky loved me, the moon wouldn't try to steal my eye and show it to you, if you loved me, all like you claim, you would let me move on and u would stop following me...
Take a tear drop and form it into something beautiful...
I may hate you, but that doesn't mean I don't love and miss you!
I turned my head to each side, noticed there's no one, I crossed to the other side of the street, and for some reason, clusters of dark clouds began to form, fast traffic started and I couldn't cross back, I had to learn to move on and continue my glorious, beautiful life.
The crecent moon of this night will cover my sun of this day. Everything will turn to darknesss and no one will live again. All will die and burn, so will I, because the sky will be too much for our eyes to bare. This world we live in will haunt you more than hell would and love you more than heaven will.
Darkness stole me and I came back, I can see the light again and finally touch the ground with dirt so soft. I am a better person now that I pulled thru.
If I could take your away your pain, I'd let you live on your own lane, If I could take away your suffering, I know one day you`ll see the stars clustering, If I could take away your tears, I would lose all my fears.
If darkness takes me, I will make sure to wash off some of the black paint to let the light shine in, even just a space and even for a small amount of time. But I've been taken over by similar darkness, but I always shine thru and do my best at everything and every challenge that comes my way!
Watashi ga shinu to omottanara, watashi wa sū-nen mae ga arudeshou (if i wanted to die, I would have years ago)
I want to be for someone else what Plumb was for me!!!
I could hear the rhythm within me because I was forgotten, unwanted
You helped my soul from being graspsed into the arms of depression and being locked in eternal shadows
You made my life a nightmare, one I couldn't wake up from. Now I woke up, can you be real and exist for real for once in ur damn life!
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
To get back to writing
I have noticed about myself a procrastination pattern. I can't seem to find time to write... EVER!!!! I love it, but in my mind, I feel like doing other things even if I end up doing nothing. I found myself a way to get back to writing and ignore the not-so important things we all ahve to do as humans. It's to shut out that little voice that's like: "You can go on your computer", "Something is good on TV and I don"t want to miss it" or " I'm going to lay down and play video games".
Step 1: Seclude yourself. Try to be away from other people. Other people are distractions when you want to be concentrated and make sure no one wants to talk to you during thta period of time.
Step 2: Sharpen your pencils, take off the caps of your pens or push down the ld from your push-pen and grab an eraser that's white enough (if you're using something wwith led).
Step 3: To set the mood of your writing moment, put on music thru a music player that suits the situation of what you're writing about. If singing helps, do it. (I like to listen to music and sing at the same time).
Step 4: Set a goal that's possible for the day. Either try and write a certain amount of pages or try to see how many pages you can write in a certain amount of time. Every day, increase your goal.
It's a way for motivation and you'll see, you will accomplish more than you'd expect.
Step 1: Seclude yourself. Try to be away from other people. Other people are distractions when you want to be concentrated and make sure no one wants to talk to you during thta period of time.
Step 2: Sharpen your pencils, take off the caps of your pens or push down the ld from your push-pen and grab an eraser that's white enough (if you're using something wwith led).
Step 3: To set the mood of your writing moment, put on music thru a music player that suits the situation of what you're writing about. If singing helps, do it. (I like to listen to music and sing at the same time).
Step 4: Set a goal that's possible for the day. Either try and write a certain amount of pages or try to see how many pages you can write in a certain amount of time. Every day, increase your goal.
It's a way for motivation and you'll see, you will accomplish more than you'd expect.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Paws off my words!!!!
Today, I was writing in math class, and well, easy to think, my math teacher picks up my book and rips out my favorite page and into pieces about a guy finding his girlfriend dead in her bedroom after commiting suicide. He almost continued ripping pages but I said: "Please, don't, sir.", and he stopped.
This experience has tought me to keep a good eye on my work and to never let someone else get their hands on it. They might try to use your idea and get money for it, abuse it, get rid of it or never let you have it back.
I had experiences where close family members would take my work when I wasn't looking and have suspiscions that I'm writing about how I will be taken away and forced into prostitution to get money for my family. They thought I was hoping to lose all the money my family has and work on the street. I wouldn't do that. I ripped the page and never wrote about that again.
It just goes to show you, not everyone will support your writing and what you have to say, but giving up is stupid, so make sure you know where your story is at all times and make sure you know the person well before letting their paws touch it.
This experience has tought me to keep a good eye on my work and to never let someone else get their hands on it. They might try to use your idea and get money for it, abuse it, get rid of it or never let you have it back.
I had experiences where close family members would take my work when I wasn't looking and have suspiscions that I'm writing about how I will be taken away and forced into prostitution to get money for my family. They thought I was hoping to lose all the money my family has and work on the street. I wouldn't do that. I ripped the page and never wrote about that again.
It just goes to show you, not everyone will support your writing and what you have to say, but giving up is stupid, so make sure you know where your story is at all times and make sure you know the person well before letting their paws touch it.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Writing is nothing but pouring your heart out of your soul and whipping it in someone else's mind
If you take writing as a chore, you'll hate it. Writing is a sweet way of expressing how much people or things mean to you. It's a different approach to analysing things and people. It helped me notice small details in movies, paintings, pictures and nature.
When I write my books, I can feel my character build with me, like in one of my stories I'm writing currently; Perry is growing from me. He's blooming from the pit of my stomach and it has permitted me to create a different format of life, a guy who doesn't know what to do with his life.
I feel,by writing words on paper, you're giving someone the ability to know what you're feeling, what things look like in your eyes and your perspective on different objects and what you see instead of what it is. It's like throwing up feelings and giving someone else what you just threw up, raw feelings uncarved and never polished.
Thank you for reading and I will write back very soon,
Marie-Josee
When I write my books, I can feel my character build with me, like in one of my stories I'm writing currently; Perry is growing from me. He's blooming from the pit of my stomach and it has permitted me to create a different format of life, a guy who doesn't know what to do with his life.
I feel,by writing words on paper, you're giving someone the ability to know what you're feeling, what things look like in your eyes and your perspective on different objects and what you see instead of what it is. It's like throwing up feelings and giving someone else what you just threw up, raw feelings uncarved and never polished.
Thank you for reading and I will write back very soon,
Marie-Josee
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