just downloaded pdf of poems of E.E. Cummings & Pablo Neruda! Yey! :)
How about you guys? Who’s your favorite poet .. or writer?
“Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid or making friends.
In the end, it’s about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life as well.
It’s about getting up, getting well and getting over. Getting happy, okay, getting happy!”.
“When you write from the heart, you do not only light the dark path of your readers, you light your own path as well.”
-Stephen King
You’re a boxer (for Writers)
-ADAM RIFKINYou’re a boxer. Your job is to get punched in the face and keep swinging. It’s easy for anybody to say, “I wrote five scripts. None of them sold. I gave it my best shot. I’m moving back to Chicago.” You can’t do that. If you want a career in Hollywood, you can’t fail. You can quit, which most people do when they don’t achieve success as quickly as they’d like, but you can’t fail. There are as many opportunities as you can create for yourself. You can write a script a day, every day, for your whole life, if you’re that motivated.
Write every day. Don’t ever stop. If you are unpublished, enjoy the act of writing—and if you are published, keep enjoying the act of writing. Don’t become self-satisfied, don’t stop moving ahead, growing, making it new. The stakes are high. Why else would we write?
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| — | RICK BASS |
10) You have to keep moving on
Sometimes, you’ll feel like you need to stop in the middle of your busy life. Its just because you’re tired and it sucks ‘cause time will never stop for you. Life goes on and even if its hard you have to be okay.
Criss - Cross by (cinderellainrubbershoes) Airiz Casta
Her fingertips tap against the keys
like a steady rhythm of a weeping heart.
We wait for time to slip;
I watch and reminisce and think —
is there something to offer us
when we exit our little ‘paradise?’
We share puzzle pieces behind closed doors;
we traded bittersweet nothings
of the escapist planes of our hearts.
Time seems nonexistent
when we explore each other’s thoughts.
Her happiness is her choice,
My destiny is weaved by my bare hands.
Unconciously, we complement each other.
in a world that forbids criss-crossed fates.
-This is a poem made by my friend cinderellainrubbershoes for me when we were still Freshies. I so love this poem because she just made this while we’re talking inside the photo lab, (dark room). She’s just awesome. I treasure this because its the first time someone made me a poem.
i’ve never been afraid of losing someone in a sudden snap until i experienced it this year. i thought I’m not afraid of death but it suddenly punched me right on my face.
when my ninang died, i experienced the biggest fear of my life. All of a sudden, i knew what im afraid of. I’m afraid of losing someone I love when I’m not yet prepared and most of all when im not willing to let them go.
I may have learned to control my feelings now but I’m still that girl who cries like a baby, the only difference is I do it quietly. without the crowd or without anyone else knowing it.
then i realized, maybe death is not my biggest fear…
if i could just hug all my friends and loved ones one by one, i would. and i SHOULD start now.
don’t just live love and laugh. share your life. :)
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